Page 23 of Sticky for You
He gave an awkward shrug, which made me bounce and warmed me down to my roots. He really was perfect. I was sure I could find a song to match once I’d dip-dived into the soil. “You needed me. I had to shift. I couldn’t wait to get dressed.”
“So the whole town has seen your cock? And you as a lion?”
“Pretty much.” A flush spread up his chest. I couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or horny.
A bit of both.
Our link was back fully! I could hear him again!
My heart just did that melty thing that only happened with Maximus. He’d lioned out through the town for me and not cared about being naked when he shifted. Awesome of awesomeness, I’d won the rhubarb lottery.
I pressed a kiss against his warm skin, then I nibbled on it for a bit, working up a hickey, because he’d bitten me, but I hadn’t returned the favor. I looked at the growing bruise and then kissed my way across his throat to start a matching one on the other side of his neck where the scar was, just because I could.
“You’re gonna sleep before we fuck,” Maximus insisted, even though he did a full body shudder beneath me.
I groaned in protest and would have rolled my eyes if he could see me. “I wanna roll with you.”
“I’m your alpha and you’re gonna do as I say,” he said sternly.
Any other guy trying this on me and I’d be a stalk out of there. But Maximus ordering me about just made me want to roll over and show him my hard-as-nails cock.
“You going all alpha on me is just making my stalk all hard and needy,” I pointed out.
Maximus snorted. “You think mine is any different?”
“Baby, I know,” I purred. I could feel his thick stalk bouncing against me.
“We’re nearly here,” he gasped and stumbled. “I’m gonna fall if you keep your hand wrapped around my dick.”
I smirked, but I took sympathy on my poor lion. I didn’t want him to drop me on the asphalt. To my surprise, he didn’t go into the pride house, but jogged around the side and into the enormous wild and overgrown backyard.
“We haven’t had time to work on most of the yard yet,” Maximus mumbled.
“I can help,” I offered. “Now I’m part of the pride.”
He stared at me, then pressed a kiss to my mouth, all tongues and teeth, letting me know I was his and wanted.
Fuck! This was a roar through our link.
“Yes, now, please.” I wriggled until we were chest to chest, my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and returned the kiss with interest, plunging my tongue into his mouth. I needed to be stalk to lion, naked with him.
Maximus stumbled again, but recovered, then swerved to take me behind an old shed. I turned to see a huge patch of earth, freshly tilled.
“I’d planned to grow vegetables here,” he mumbled, “but it could be your bed. We’ll dig another patch for the vegetables.”
I blinked away tears. Stalks like me didn’t cry because some guy was thoughtful to me. Then I caught the sadness in his expression.
“I’m not ‘some guy.’ I’m your mate.” He put me down on the earth. My legs wobbled, but he held me until I could stand without collapsing.
I reached up on tiptoe to cup his prickly jaw, stroking my thumb over his cheek. “I’m sorry. My go-to is horny stalk. I forget that we’re attached in here.” I put my hand over his heart and then over mine.
Maximus didn’t seem convinced, so I kissed him with everything I had inside me, running my hands over his chest, then down his sides, then lower.
He grabbed my hands and growled at me. “You need to sleep.”
“I need you,” I panted.
“Get naked,” he ordered.