Page 19 of Lion's Little Scamp

“Wider,” he growled softly.

She slowly shifted them wider, and he rearranged himself so that his body rested between her legs, forcing them even wider, until her pussy was fully exposed to him.

Dropping his head, he brushed a kiss on the skin just above where her pussy lips began. He then traced his way down the lips that protected her clit and pussy. A soft gasp from his woman when he stroked over the knotted flesh of her clit set his cock to thickening once again. He looked forward to making his mate come as she had him. He hoped this bit of pleasure would also keep his lion from pushing forward and demanding they mate her full, though he hungered for that as well.

Soon.

Very soon.

But right now, he was going to give her back a little of the pleasure she had just given him.

Sliding a single finger into her pussy, he licked his way down to taste the sweet juice that coated her lips and entrance. He grinned at the moan he earned when he slid his finger out, replacing it with two fingers. Her pussy was so tight, he would need to stretch her a bit more before he fully mated her.

“Daidi, please,” she breathed, as her hips lifted.

“Shh, scamp, I’m busy,” he said, feeling her pussy tighten around his fingers as his breath wafted over her exposed wet tissues.

A whining moan was her response as he began to lick and nip and suck at her flesh, quickly driving her higher and higher. When hands came down to touch the back of his head, he pulled back, lifting his head and pulling his fingers from her core.

“Daidi!”

“Where are your hands supposed to be?”

“But …”

“No, buts, unless you want me to spank yours.”

He waited until she slowly lifted her hands and slid them back under her head. Only then did he drop his head and continue feasting on her.

He drove her quickly, relentlessly, higher and higher until she thrashed on the bed, screaming out her release. He slowly brought her back down again, licking her clean and then sucking on his fingers after pulling them from her pussy.

Now that was a taste he could, and would, get addicted to.

Only then did he reach over the edge of the bed and grab the covers. He crawled up to snuggle in behind her before covering them both.

“Daidi?” she asked, sounding on the edge of sleep once more.

“Yes, scamp?”

“Will you claim me as your mate now? Please?”

Her words stunned him, his lion roaring with agreement. But the man knew they both needed a little more time. Kissing the top of her shoulder, he promised, “Soon, little scamp. Very soon.”

Chapter Twelve

After that one afternoon of pleasuring each other, time seemed to speed up. Before she realized it, two weeks had passed, and Harrigan still had not claimed her as his mate.

Her days had been filled with morning classes on learning how to be a lady and her afternoons with assigned chores around the institute. She cycled through various work sections. The first week she had been shifted from the barn to the laundry where she washed clothes, bedding, and towels. The toughest part of the position was keeping track of whose clothes belonged to whom. While Jaxon might be able to wear Lonergan’s clothes, the opposite was not true.

After five days, she spent a week working on the crew that was responsible for cleaning the public buildings, the dormitories, and the houses of a few of the men living around the institute.

Currently, she was working in the barns and spent the afternoon cleaning stalls and shoveling shit. She also brushed the horses, fed the cows their dinners, chased goats, and, after everything else was done, played with the new babies.

In another few days, she would rotate through the kitchen where she would act as a runner and dishwasher before moving to the yard crew, which was responsible for cutting grass, keeping the flowerbeds weed free and tending and harvesting the institute’s vegetable gardens.

Harrigan had explained that moving through all the different jobs was to help her figure out what she would be interested in doing once she graduated from the retraining program.

Her favorite part of each day happened after she was released from her work detail. She would report to the dining hall where Harrigan would be waiting, usually rocking in one of the chairs on the front porch.