him?
No, he’s got a pack who also needs to eat.
“Do you cook?” she asked.
“Yeah, I cook, and I occasionally clean. I also do the
washing.” He turned to offer her a smile.
“Are we in a scene right now?” she asked, unsure about
the proper protocol she needed to give him.
“Would you feel safer being in a scene?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No.”
“Then we’re not in a scene. We’re just two people,
Daniel and Dawn for tonight.”
Relief swamped her. She could handle simply being a
woman sharing a meal with Daniel.
Mate.
He bent over to grab something out of the fridge, and
she checked out his ass. It was tight and firm.
“You’re checking out my ass,” he said, smiling as he
turned to face her.
“Am not.”
“Don’t worry, Dawn, I won’t put you over my knee.”
She saw he was teasing her and couldn’t help but
smile. “I like the thought of going over your knee.”
He laughed, throwing his head back.
Yes, she could handle being alone with him for a few
days.
Chapter Four
Daniel started to cut the chicken, and with each
inhale he smelled Dawn sitting at the island. She smelled like sweet citrus,
addictive and something he wanted to smell over and over again. He washed his
hands before walking toward the pantry. Daniel grabbed the spices and noodles
he needed to finish off dinner.
“Do you want a drink?” he asked, spreading his
ingredients out over the side.
“Sure.”
He passed her over a soda from the fridge. She took
the can from his hands. Their fingers touched, and he didn’t want to let her
go. Drawing his attention away from her, he started to cook.
“Would you like some help? I love to cook,” she said,
standing beside him.
“You love to cook?”
“Yes, and bake but my hips protest a little to that.”
She rested a hand on her hip.
Staring down the length of her body, Daniel couldn’t
find a single reason to complain about the woman in front of him. She was sex
on legs, and he wouldn’t change her for the world.
“You’re perfect, and don’t let anyone else tell you
otherwise.” He reached out to touch her cheek. Cupping her jaw, he ran a thumb
over her plump lips. “You’re beautiful, and I don’t give a fuck what others
think. You’re perfect.” He leaned in close, brushing his lips against hers.
She gasped but didn’t move away. He looked into her
wide gaze as he teased her lips with his tongue.
Neither of them said a word as he slowly slid inside
her mouth, meeting her tongue with his. Wrapping his other hand around her
waist, he pulled her close to his body, moaning at the feel of her curves next
to his. She was perfection in his arms. He never wanted to let her go.
She met his tongue with her own. The danced together,
deepening the kiss, Daniel smelled the mating heat coming out of him. He wanted
inside her with her pussy blooming beneath him.
He withdrew from her before the mating need took over
and he wouldn’t be able to control his actions.
“Why did you stop?” she asked. Her hands were on his
shoulders, gripping him.
“If we don’t stop I won’t be able to stop what happens
next. I need to claim you, Dawn. You’re my mate even if you don’t like the
truth or believe it. There’s only so much I can take before I do something I’ll
regret.”
She released his shoulders. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I want to prove to you that we’re
mated. I’m not going to do anything to destroy that trust.” His cock protested
against the front of his jeans. Fuck, he craved her. All he wanted to do was
bend her over the kitchen island and fuck her raw. She was aroused by him,
which gave him some pleasure. “Start marinating the meat.”
Dawn grabbed the strips of chicken and added them to a
bowl while he started to add the spices to the mix. They laughed as he got most
of the spices on her hands rather than the meat. He listened to her laugh,
loving the change within her. In Kinkster’s she was
always a