Page 16 of Sticky for You
“Is that a love heart?”
I peered closer to have a look at it. It was a pale-yellow love heart with ‘Sticky for You’ written in pink letters.
Maximus peered at it and blushed almost as vibrant as Randy’s hair. “You heard?”
Drew rolled his eyes. “Heard you? Are you kidding me? We all heard, oh great alpha. The whole damn neighborhood heard you. In fact, two counties over probably heard you that last time.”
The rest of the pride nodded in agreement, some even sniggering when Maximus groaned and dropped his head back on the pillow.
“You’re gonna have to soundproof your room,” Burke said, looking utterly traumatized as he eyed us.
“Or you could wear noise-canceling headphones,” I suggested brightly. “I’m only going to get noisier. My lion, he’s tastier than—”
Maximus turned to me and his hand slipped over my mouth as he read where my thoughts were going. “You are?”
I beamed at him when I felt his body react to what I’d like to taste next and mumbled past his hand, “Rhubarbs get noisier when they mate. Just wait for mated karaoke night.”
They all went a little pale. I don’t know why. Mated karaoke night was awesome.
Me singing about the wonderfulness of being mated to a lion got his smirk reappearing, his smugness increasing at the others’ groans when he wrapped an arm around me and snuggled me tight.
When’s the next karaoke night? He didn’t wait for my reply, but that was alright because I could feel his excitement.
“You heard him. Wear headphones. Like now. Me and my cuteness are gonna mate again.
Whoosh!
Oops…
The squealing noise came when I squeezed my butt cheeks together, my slick going a little wild.
Drew’s eyebrows knitted together as he sniffed the air. “I can smell custard. Did we leave a pan on the stove?”
Maximus grinned widely. “Bye, bye pride. You better go before you get to see what a twirlie rhubarb can really do.”
He pushed me to my back and rolled on top of me, his cock, like a custard seeking missile, homed in on its target.
“We could watch,” the other lion suggested with just enough enthusiasm to suggest he wasn’t messing with us.
Maximus turned his head and bared an impressive set of fangs.
My guy definitely flossed.
“Not if you want to live. My mate is all mine. Every last fuzzy hair of him. Now skedaddle.”
I smiled ridiculously wide—it made my face ache as much as my ass that was getting spiked—at him as they darted for the door at the added roar. “I love how possessive you are of me.”
He growled and my dick went boing! “Lions are very possessive. I don’t share with anyone.”
Now I’d indulged in a rhubarb orgy or three. I didn’t mind more than three stalks in a bed. But the idea of being this lion’s one and only made me shiver from the leaves on my head to the roots on my toes.
“No more orgies,” Maximus snarled, his teeth gleaming in the sunlight pouring through the window.
Who knew a growly lion could be such a turn on? “Understood,” I said in my bestest submissive tone, hoping he’d show me exactly how possessive he was with the wild lion dick rubbing against my slick hole.
“You’d better,” he said, nudging my legs wider and pushing his cock against my slick rim, teasing me. A moment later, he withdrew and rose over me, his large, spiked cock hanging between his thighs, making my ass work overtime. The power of custard replenishment!
“Only I get to taste your custard now.” He eyed me with a hungry gaze, his head dipped between my legs. “Just like this.”