Page 17 of Lion's Little Scamp

She blinked as she stared at him, but did not pull away. He stripped the shirt over her head and tossed it over his shoulder, then reached behind her and quickly opened her bra, which followed the shirt.

Though tempted to step back and look his fill, Harrigan refrained. She needed sleep more than she needed to be mated. That would not always be the case, but this afternoon he needed to focus on his Daddy duties and not his mating ones.

He quickly worked the shirt over her still uplifted arms and down her body, covering her slight yet curvy body before he gave in to the urge to lick every inch before fucking and claiming her as his own.

“All right, scamp, hop into bed,” he said once he had the shirt covering her from neck nearly to her knees.

She looked disappointed as she yawned yet again, forcing Harrigan to tell himself that he was doing the right thing by not indulging in his own needs. He patted her ass when she turned to crawl into bed.

Once she was lying on the mattress and had Fluffy cradled in her arms, he pulled the covers over her, tucking her in tight. “Sleep well, little scamp,” he said as he began to pick up her clothes, fold them neatly, and pile them on the dresser.

“Daidi? Will you lie down and take a nap with me?” she asked in a soft voice.

She looked so hopeful that he could not refuse her request. Bending, he took off his boots and then his flight suit, leaving him in a t-shirt and pair of black boxers. After draping the full body suit over the dresser, he moved toward the bed while making a shooing motion.

“Make room, scamp,” he ordered gently.

Without a word, she wiggled backward until she reached the other edge of the bed.

“Don’t go too far, you’ll fall out,” he barked as he lifted the covers and slid under them.

Once he was comfortable, he reached out and pulled her across the mattress until she was snugged up to his side with her head resting on his chest. “Now go to sleep before I warm your ass for being naughty.”

Her giggle at his threat coaxed an answering smile from him. It was only a few minutes before her breathing evened out and she drifted off. One arm held Fluffy between their bodies while the other lay across his middle.

Though Harrigan was not one to take naps, resting with his mate in his arms seemed to settle something restless in his soul. As he lay staring at the ceiling, he wondered how soon he could mate this tiny woman, and finally make her his own.

Chapter Eleven

Irish woke feeling warm, rested and horny. Though she had only known Harrigan less than a day, she wanted him.

On top of her.

Inside of her.

Making her his own.

She just had no idea how to ask for what she wanted. She did not have a lot of experience with men, especially since no one had ever claimed to be the one she would spend the rest of her life with.

Licking her lips, she wondered what he would do if she woke him up by sucking on his cock. The more she thought about it, the better she liked the idea.

Carefully setting Fluffy on the nightstand, she turned the lion stuffie around so he could not see what was about to happen in the bed. He was very impressionable, and she did not want him to get any bad ideas.

“Ignore everything you hear,” she whispered with a soft giggle.

Harrigan continued to snore, soft and steady. The rumbly sound sent a shiver through her tummy even as her pussy clenched with her need. Sliding down the mattress and under the covers, she moved slowly so as to not wake the sleeping lion shifter.

When she reached his boxer-covered hips, she stopped, then shifted so she was leaning over his body. She paused a moment to make sure he was still sleeping before making her next move.

He was.

Continuing to move slowly, she gently stroked her hand over his hip and across his pelvis toward the bulge of his cock. She barely touched the fabric as she used one finger to trace the length of his cock, which had begun to lengthen and thicken.

Her eyes widened as the flesh grew bigger and bigger. Licking her lips, she tried to figure out how to uncover Harrigan’s cock without waking him up. Since his boxers were loose enough, she slowly slid her fingers under the elastic waistband and began pulling the front down.

Shifting her hand, she wrapped it around the length of his now erect cock. Leaning closer, she slowly dragged her tongue over the head, surprised to taste the salty, tangy precum. Trying to remain quiet, though she really wanted to moan her delight at his taste, Irish took the head between her lips and began to play.

She took half the shaft in, stopping when it touched the back of her mouth. She froze when it twitched in her mouth, but did not pull off. He tasted too good to stop. Slowly pulling back until just the head remained between her lips, she sighed at how good it felt to have Harrigan’s cock in her mouth.