Page 15 of Sticky for You
Was there ever a stalk happier than me? I think not. I spent all night in my alpha lion’s arms, showing him exactly what I could do to drive him out of his furry mind. I was an omega with mad twirlie skills. By the time morning came, I was limp, sore in places I didn’t know existed, and empty of custard.
I’m telling you, not a drop left.
He swallowed me whole and licked me clean. It turned out my lion had some mad skills of his own.
When a rhubarb loves a lion, he can't keep his mind on nothing but your dick…
I’d have sat bolt upright if I wasn’t being held down by a mons… lion.
Whoa, stop right there, Twirlie, stalk of cuteness. Who said anything about love? This was me getting my horn on!
“Sweet fuzzy boy,” Maximus mumbled in my ear as I shifted in his arms, thinking maybe it was time I skedaddled outta here before I made a total fool of myself and begged him to make sweet, sticky music with me forever when his lion didn’t seem to want long-term commitment. “Quit singing, quit thinking about how you’re scared and gonna run away, my lion will adapt. Just tuck your head here, baby, and go back to sleep.”
He tucked me into his armpit, which was kinda stinky if I’m being honest, and pinned me down so I couldn’t move. I thought about grumbling for all of two seconds. I mean, I’m not scared. Did I care I was covered head to foot in lion jizz and custard, and being gassed by his armpit?
I sighed happily. Hell no.
I pressed a kiss to his skin, closed my eyes, and dozed off, softly singing The Lion Sleeps Tonight in my head as my mate stroked a warm hand down my back.
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“We could join them.” Unknown voice.
“Do it and die.” Maximus did not sound like a happy lion.
“We could throw water on them.” I knew that voice.
“Or you could just fuck off,” Maximus stated.
“That one,” I grumbled into his skin. I was not ready to face the world. “Tell them to go away. I want you to stalk me.”
“Jesus, does he ever stop?”
“He’d better not,” Maximus snarled.
I opened my eyes and glared at the three shifters staring at me from the end of the bed. Burke, I knew. One I’d met in passing. Dramatic dude. I got lion vibes from him. Were there… flowers in his mane? Yep, someone had been threading flowers through his hair. Was he a hippy lion? The other guy, tall, blond, lanky, was a stranger.
“Let me guess. You’re an alpaca?” I hazarded.
Maximus groaned as the man’s expression darkened. “Okay, you know how I don’t like you calling us monsters?”
I nodded.
“Well, Drew really hates being called an alpaca.”
Geez, these guys were so sensitive about everything.
“What are you then?” I demanded.
“I’m a llama.”
“I’ll never call you an alpaca again, I promise.” I gave Drew my most winning smile. From the way he scowled at me, it didn’t work. My smiles always worked. What was wrong with him? It couldn’t be me.
He coughed and spat something on the bed.
Ewwww!
Wait…