Kye pulled his shirt off over his head. “Now I need a shower.”
Michaela saw the sweat that beaded his forehead and made his wide chest sheen. The muscles on his arms appeared to be pumped up. If Kye practiced with a sword on a regular basis, it was no wonder he was ripped. Even though the men swung them as if they weighed nothing, she had a feeling she’d hardly be able to lift one.
“Where is everyone else?” he asked Roan, which caused her to stop ogling Kye’s chest and pay attention to the others around her.
“Saskia and Eli are over at Roxie and Beowulf’s place. Skylar and Braelyn left early this morning to catch a flight to Paris. Braelyn had a photo shoot. Dirk is off doing who knows what, since Saskia ordered him to take some time off. And Leif and Jaden are holed up in their room. From what I understand, Leif is doing his best to make her forget she got angry at him for what he’d said about her dad.”
“Hmm,” Ansely said to Roan. “Maybe I should get mad at you and have you make it up to me in the same way.”
In a sudden move, Roan slung his wife over his shoulder. “You don’t need to pick a fight to get that.” With sword in hand, he walked toward the house and disappeared around the corner.
Michaela looked at Kye to see him shaking his head. “Does he do that to Ansley often? Just throw her over his shoulder and go?”
“Actually, no. Only once in a while. Anyway, those are a few members of my family. You can meet the others later, though not Skylar and Braelyn, since they probably won’t be home for a couple of days.”
“Braelyn is a model?”
“Yeah. Does the name Braelyn Whitmore mean anything to you?”
Michaela nodded. “She’s a Victoria’s Secret model. You mean to say she’s married to Skylar?”
Kye grinned. “She is. They haven’t been together for very long, though.”
“I do have to say your family isn’t exactly like everyone else’s, with sword practice in the backyard and famous models in residence.”
“No, we aren’t the conventional family, by any means. Let’s go inside and I’ll show you my room, which will also be yours.”
“Only if I agree to move in.”
Kye leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m going to work on that right after I have my shower.”
With his t-shirt draped over his shoulder, he put his arm around her waist and guided her toward the mansion. Michaela’s heart sped up just thinking of the ways Kye would try to persuade her to say yes.
Chapter Nine
Kye didn’t let Michaela go until he’d taken her upstairs and had both of them locked behind his bedroom door. He crossed over to his walk-in closet and threw his sweaty t-shirt into the laundry hamper inside. He also sheathed his sword in the scabbard hanging up among his clothes. That done, he turned back to Michaela. She stood in the middle of the room.
“So?” he asked. “What do you think?”
She looked around, her gaze seeming to linger a bit longer on the king-sized bed than the rest of the furniture. If he had his way, and he figured he would, Kye would have her spread out naked on the thick mattress in the next little while.
Michaela closed most of the distance between them and began staring at him. “Well, it looks as if you have lots of extra space for two people to share the room comfortably. Even the bed.”
Kye focused on her mouth. “It really does. After my shower, how about we test it to see just how well the two of us will fit on it together?”
She placed a hand on his chest and stroked her thumb back and forth. “Better yet, why don’t I join you, then we can move to the bed. I could use a good wash.”
His cock twitched, hardening at Michaela’s offer. “Really now? I happen to be the perfect man for the job. I’ll make sure no part of you gets missed.”
Michaela gave him a sexy smile. “I had a feeling you wouldn’t turn it down.”
Kye took her hand and led her into the en suite bathroom. Even though they’d made love numerous times during the night, he still wanted her as desperately as he had then. The desire to possess his mate, it was almost a living, breathing thing that would always remain a part of him. With the mating bond firmly in place, there would never be anyone else for him. He was as much Michaela’s as she was his. He loved her with his whole heart and soul. He would do anything to keep her happy and safe, to the point of sacrificing his own life if need be. Mated male werewolves were noted for being overprotective of their claimed females at times. It was how they were wired.
After taking two towels from the shelf on the wall and putting them on the counter of the vanity, Kye turned back around to find Michaela already stripping out of her clothes. God, she was gorgeous. He’d never get sick of looking at her. Once she was down to her bra and panties, he brushed her hands away to remove the last articles of clothing himself.
He kissed her leisurely before he nibbled a path down the side of her neck. All the while, he worked on unhooking her bra. “Have I told you how much your body turns me on?” he asked against her skin.
Michaela chuckled, the sound low and husky. “Maybe a few times last night, but I don’t mind hearing it again.”
“Good, because I’ll probably say it a lot, especially when I have you almost naked in my arms like this.”
Kye straightened and skimmed Michaela’s bra straps down her arms and then off. His gaze latched onto her more than a handful breasts with their taut, rosy nipples. He bent and sucked one into his mouth, loving the feel of his mate’s fingers sinking into his hair to hold him exactly where she wanted him.
Switching to the other breast, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and pushed them down until they fell to pool at her feet. Michaela stepped out of them and kicked the silky material away.
Once he had her moaning, Kye released her nipple, straightening to his full height. Michaela’s cheeks were already blushed with arousal and her eyes were heavy-looking. “I’ll turn on the water to get it warm,” he said.
He turned his back to her, pulled his cell phone out of his pants pocket and placed it on the counter near the towels. He then opened the door of the glass enclosed shower. He stepped inside and turned the single knob on the faucet. Kye fiddled with it until the water was the correct temperature. Before he faced in the other direction to step out, Michaela’s arms came around him from behind. Her hands skimmed down his abs to the top of his jeans.
“I figured since you’re already in here, and you’ll probably want to change your jeans anyway, I’d just take them off for you now,” she said while pressing kisses to his back.
Kye sucked in a breath when she opened his pants and reached inside for his cock. Her fingers wrapped around it and stroked up and down his shaft. While she worked him, her other hand shoved down the back of his jeans and grabbed his ass. A low growl rumbled out of him.
She continued to fondle him until he rocked his hips forward in time with her strokes, pushing himself harder into her hand. He groaned, growing even harder. Michaela released him and tugged at his jeans, which were now soaking wet. It took her a couple of tries, since at first the material wouldn’t cooperate. With a flick of his foot, he kicked the garment in the corner. Michaela once again took hold of his cock. He let her pump it a few times before he pulled her hand away.
“Not that what you’re doing doesn’t feel good, because it does, but I think we’d better get to the washing first before I want to skip it entirely,” he said.
Michaela’s arms slipped from around him and she shifted to stand at his front. “Oh, I don’t want that to happen. You’re not going to deprive me of getting to soap up that hard body of yours.”