THIRTY NINE

Loren

When I wake, I’m sore in a delicious muscles-have-been-unexpectedly-used way. Kivrayn’s now familiar heat is curled around me, and I sigh and snuggle closer.

Then I remember.

“Hey!” I jam my elbow back into his ribs and he grunts. “You can’t just do that.”

His arm tightens around me, and he says into my neck, “Do what?”

“You can’t just fuck me senseless and pretend you can just mate me without asking. What the fuck?” I struggle, but I can’t get away from him. He’s far too strong. It doesn’t help that a tingle starts at the place he bit me and spreads through my whole body.

“Are you sure? Should I try again?” I feel his cocks hardening against my butt, and what’s more annoying than his attitude is the reaction of my pussy.

Traitor.

“You really can’t. We need to talk about this.”

“Shhh. In the morning.”

I growl. “It is morning. Get off me.”

“You don’t give the orders around here, brat.” He doesn’t move an inch .

“You can’t just do that either,” I tell him as my pussy flutters. “If you want this to work, you have to be serious.”

His head lifts, and he finally lets me roll over to look at him. He looks gorgeously tousled. His long hair is a wild mess and his handsome face is all sleepy. “I am serious. I will make this work. Tell me how.”

I’m torn between worrying about my morning breath and taking the chance to tell him. Brutal honesty wins the day, of course. “Listen, you have to be less... bossy.”

He raises a brow, and yes, my pussy is doing her thing again.

“Everywhere but in bed.”

A large, warm hand slides down my back to cup my ass.

Goddamn it.

“Mmm, so when I’m fucking you up against the wall, I have to be less bossy?”

“N-no...” A long tongue flicks against my earlobe.

What were we even talking about?

“And when I’m fucking you on a rooftop or against the side of a car?”

“That’s not the point. And at this rate you’ll be lucky if you’re fucking me in any of those places or a bed.”

He finally stops, and I can think again.

“I’m listening.”

“I like fucking you.”

“You love it. Don’t lie.”

“It’s not about that. How are we going to get along the rest of the time without fighting?”

“If you start arguing, I fill your mouth with my cocks instead? ”

I can’t tell if he’s serious or not. I’m actually lost for words for a moment. “You know it takes more than that.”

“Well, what do you suggest then?”

I consider. It’s stupid. I shouldn’t even be considering it, but he’s a really, really good fuck. I just have to know if there’s anything else here. “What if we spend some time together without fucking?”

I almost laugh at the indignant little huff he makes. “You won’t last one night.”

“Oh really? Well challenge accepted, but no cheating. No touching beyond what is acceptable in public—”

He chuckles. “I’m not sure there’s much I wouldn’t do to you in public if you needed it.”

“You know what I mean. Nothing beneath clothing. Take me out for a dinner we don’t fight over. Take me—I don’t know. To the movies or something.”

He grunts. “The movies? You want me to take you on a date?”

“Yes. Why not?”

“This is ridiculous.”

“Well, you’re the one who claims we’re mates.”

There’s a pause. The furrow between his brows deepens. “Fine. I will take you on a nice date. No touching. No sex unless you beg me. I still say you won’t last.”

“We’ll see about that. Now fly me home so I can get ready properly. And pick me up in a car this time.”

Kivrayn nips at my neck. “So many demands, little brat. It’s like you think you’re in charge here. ”

I push at his face until he stops. “Well one of us has to think with something other than their genitals. And it’s not going to be you, is it?”

“Hmm. Get dressed. I’ll send for a car to take you home. Be ready by 6:00 p.m. sharp.”

I glare at him.

Eventually, he sighs. “Please.”

“Better.” I roll away and begin searching for my clothes, only to realize he’s destroyed my favorite pair of jeans. Then I remember I can afford to buy another. I can afford to buy ten.

I’m not sure I’ll ever get over the way that makes me grin from ear to ear. “What should I wear? Where are we going?”

He’s lying on the bed, all stretched out, with his hands behind his head, watching me. I find it highly distracting the way his cocks jut up to lay against the taut belly which flexes as he looks at me.

I lick my lips and drag my gaze away to find my underwear. “Well, what will I wear now, smartass? You tore up my pants.”

“Simple. Don’t leave.”

I roll my eyes. “Very funny.”

“I’m not being funny. I will have clothes delivered. Stay here and relax. If you wish to be alone, you may use one of the guest suites, but I’d prefer that you stay here.”

My eyes drift right back to those two very tempting, hard pillars of flesh.

I swallow. “No. I don’t think that’s a good idea. Lend me something of yours. ”

He chuckles. “You won’t fit my clothing, but you’re welcome to whatever you like. What’s mine is yours, mate.”

I choose to ignore that and stride to the entrance to the walk-in closet. As I get closer, I see that it’s an entire room of its own. There are four rows of hangers just for shirts.

Goddamn. This is how to live.

I stride to one end and begin flicking through. Finally, I select a simple white shirt and find a black leather belt.

When I emerge from his walk-in closet, Kivrayn sits up to frown at me. “You forgot to take pants.”

I smirk. “No I didn’t.” I bend over to put on my boots, giving him a great look at the lacy black panties which are the only thing I have on under his shirt.

He growls. A moment later, he’s yanking down the hem of the shirt. “You can’t go outside my den wearing that.”

“Kivrayn,” I say sweetly. “Are we in bed?”

“No.”

“Then you don’t get to tell me what to do.” I kiss him on the cheek while he glowers at me. Then I turn and head for the door. “Now please show me the way to your kitchen. I need coffee before I’m ready to face the world.”

He grumbles, but a moment later, he’s pulling on sweats and following me through the house, directing me with a quiet word when I’d take a wrong turn.

By the time he’s shutting the door on the car he ordered for me, I’m feeling on top of the world. Maybe this will work. I could definitely get used to the bemused look on his face as I wave goodbye, blowing a kiss through the window.

Later that afternoon, there’s a knock at my door. I’m still wrestling with which tiny dress to wear, but if it’s Kivrayn, he’ll just have to wait until I’m ready.

When I answer the door, though, it’s a young pixie with a large box tied up with a golden bow. “Delivery,” she says brightly. “Loren Carandang?”

I nod. “That’s me.”

She hands over the box. I’m surprised. I wasn’t expecting anything. When I open it, though, I can’t help smiling. Inside is a low-cut, purple strappy gown. It’s backless, but the skirt is longer than what I would have chosen for myself. It fits beautifully, though, hugging my waist and ass, the cowl neckline emphasising my small bust.

A note inside reads, “Don’t blame me if I have to kill anyone who looks too long at you in this dress. I know if I bought you something more modest, you wouldn’t wear it, so you only have yourself to blame.”

I laugh.

Who knew he could be cute?

Another knock moments later makes me frown. This time there’s a tiny goblin grinning up at me, his huge, pointed ears stretching out wider than the rest of him. In his hands he holds a smaller parcel with a purple bow. “Delivery.”

Oh, this is getting good. I accept the parcel and take it inside to open. I don’t even get the bow off before there’s another knock .

Four deliveries later, I’m standing in front of my bedroom mirror slipping a long delicate golden chain over my neck. The chain slips through a loop and dangles between my breasts. It’s a perfect match for the dress and the shoes. Kivrayn has thought of everything. Right down to the snug, smooth G-string that lets the dress cling to my figure. Ordinarily I’d forgo underwear altogether, but I wonder if it might just be a good idea, given I’m going to be spending all evening with Kivrayn and not getting laid.

I’m beginning to doubt whether this is really a good plan when there’s another knock on the door.