The girl worked him like no one ever had. She made him hot, made him laugh, and sometimes just pissed him the hell off. He couldn’t imagine going back home without her. He had no intention of even trying.
She owned him and didn’t even know it.
Against his lips, “God dammit, Nik. God!”
He grinned and he kissed her again, never tiring of her mouth. She came like that, too, her cries sliding down his throat, filling his heart.
Nik wanted to hold on longer for her, but he couldn’t. Not with her pussy strangling the hell out of his dick.
He shuddered violently, pumping hard and fast as he came and came.
Nik dropped on top of her and the two lay like that trying to catch their breaths.
Wow, she really did love the fucker. She let him tie her up and she didn’t even scream. At least, not in fear or anything.
Nik pulled himself up and out of her. He quickly disposed of the condom and undid her bonds, rubbing each arm and leg to get the blood flowing. When done, he grabbed the comforter off the floor, dragging it onto the bed and over his hips and her legs.
“You okay, sugar?”
Angie nodded as Nik laid his head on her breasts and wrapped his arms around her waist. He nestled down, finally letting himself relax. She pulled her knees up a bit, allowing him to rest in the vee of her body. Whether as cat or man, he seemed to enjoy being between her legs.
She stroked his head and the two began to fall asleep, their bodies locked together.
The perfect fit.
So she found the bedroom door suddenly slamming open really fucking annoying.
Angie’s head snapped up as Miki stormed in. A rifle with scope in her hands.
“Miki!”
“Hold on, Ang.” Miki marched over the bed and to the window. “This is gonna be sweet.” Miki pushed the glass window open, her eyes locked on something. Angie knew that look. Miki got it during hunting season.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Angie demanded.
Miki steadied the rifle in her hands, aiming it at the ground below the window. “Gettin’ myself a tiger-skin rug.”
Angie felt Nik’s body tense and knew exactly who Miki had the nerve to aim her damn rifle at.
“Miki Marie Kendrick!” she bellowed.
“Don’t yell at me when I’m aiming. I find it distracting.”
“Miki!”
Sighing, Miki lowered the gun and turned around, “What?”
“Can you not see I’m a little busy?”
“But…tiger-skin rug,” she whined.
“No.”
“What? ’Cause of him?” Miki pointed at Nik who still hadn’t lifted his head off Angie’s chest. He didn’t seem to be a man easily shaken.
Miki was in her “zone”, too. So Angie pulled out her psychotherapist voice. Soft, lilting, and intensely calm. “Well, this is a little awkward, don’t you think? Remember when we talked about awkward things and how you should avoid making people feel that way?”
Miki rolled her eyes. “Yes.”
“Well then…”
“Fine!”
Miki marched away from the window, back over the bed, stopping at the doorway. She turned and glared at Nik. “But you better stay on her good side.” She smiled, but it was in no way a friendly one. “Otherwise, that furry ass is mine.”
She turned to walk out, but Conall suddenly appeared. “What are you doing? And where did you get that rifle from?”
“Marrec sent it to me. Nice, huh?”
He pulled it out of Miki’s hands. “I think we need more rules.” He picked her up by the waist and walked out.
Angie let out a breath. “I am so afraid to ask what he meant by that.”
She glanced down at Nik. The man hadn’t moved. His head still firmly planted between her breasts.
“Comfortable, Nik?”
“Yup.”
“Well, well what do we have here?”
Angie didn’t even hear Sara come into the room, but she’d bet money Nik had.
“Could you leave?” she snarled.
“My house.” Sara stepped closer to the bed, her arms crossed in front of her chest. She nodded at Nik. “Hillbilly.”
“Canine.”
Angie’s head dropped back to her pillow. Could these shifters be more obnoxious?
“So? Where is it?”
“Where’s what?” Nik asked.
“My apology?”
“For what? Doin’ what you dogs couldn’t?”
Sara growled and Angie wondered if it would be wrong to wear bright red to either of their funerals, ’cause she wasn’t sure who she might kill first.
Angie looked around the room. Where did she move that bat?
She wasn’t surprised when Zach walked in. Why not? Maybe they could get the rest of the Pack, the NFL, and the entire Vienna Boys Choir, too, to come check out Angie naked.
Zach stood next to Sara. “Vorislav.”
“Sheridan.”
Zach looked at his mate. “So…we’re done?”
Sara started in surprise and glanced at Angie. Angie knew what Sara thought he meant. But he couldn’t mean that. Not Zach. Of course, Sara would guess the worst as always and think Zach meant he was done with her. Not likely. Although what Sara put him through over the last few days—really, there was only so much a man could take.
And, as usual, Sara wasn’t about to fight for any man. “Yeah. Fine. We’re done. Whatever.”
“Good.”
He grabbed Sara and tossed her over his shoulder.
“Hey!”
“Quiet.” He nodded to Angie. “See you in the mornin’, Ang.”
“Night, Zach.”
“Put me down, Zacharias.”
Turning on his heel, Zach walked toward the door, his hand reaching up and slapping Sara hard on the ass. “Don’t you ever freeze me out like that again.”
“Put me down!”
“I’m going to put you down. Then I’m gonna fuck ya senseless. And I’m not even going to care whether you enjoy it.”
Sara grabbed his ass. “Well, I guess I’m gonna have to put up a fight then. Hope you still have some bandages in the bathroom.”
Zach slammed the door shut, and Nik finally lifted his head from her chest, looking deep into her eyes as Sara yelled down the hallway, “Shopping tomorrow!”
“I told you, hillbilly,” Angie sighed. “Family.”
“I see it now, sugar. ’Cause only family can embarrass you that much.”
Chapter Eighteen
Nik reached for her but his hand touched nothing but empty cotton sheets. “Angie?” He pushed himself up on his hands, trying to get his eyes to focus. His body so exhausted from the last two days. Fuckings. Kidnappings. More fuckings. It took a lot out of a man.
He sniffed the air, but he caught her scent everywhere, including all over him. “Angie?”
“What?” She stepped out of the closet, the door partially closed and completely blocking her from his view. She wore nothing but a pair of denim shorts, cowboy boots, and a black lace bra. She looked good enough to eat. His cock stirred and so did he.
“Come here.”
“Why did you call me?”
“No reason. Just come here.”
She grinned. “Were you worried about me?”
“No.”
“Wondering where I disappeared to?”
“No.”
“Aw, Nikolai, that’s so sweet.”
“Shut up.” He yanked the comforter over his head. He felt her straddle his back, probably still wearing those boots.
“You are so crazy about me you don’t know what to do with yourself.”
She may be joking, but she had no idea how close to the truth she was. “Shut up.”
She grabbed the comforter and tried to pull it off, but he held tight. “Admit it. You can’t fight it.” Nope. And he’d stopped trying.