by Honor James
Chrissy couldn’t help but grin. God love her bond-mate. He was making sure that everyone was out of the office so that she and he could get crazy freaky. God, she loved him. As soon as they were behind closed doors, she all but attacked him. Jumping into his arms, Chrissy began to kiss him when she pulled him down to meet her mouth. Hungry and desperate for him, she made sure that he knew just how much she needed and wanted him in that kiss.
Growling softly against her mouth Tryg backed her across the room to her desk. Lifting her up, he kissed her fully, his hands moving fast to tug off her jacket and start undoing her shirt. Sucking on her tongue, he pulled the shirt down her arms and tossed it aside, going for her bra next and ditching it. Cupping her breasts, he squeezed her soft flesh and groaned.
Chrissy ran her hands under the flak jacket that he was wearing and tried to work on the buckles but couldn’t seem to get it undone. Frustration ruled her mind and she pulled back. “Naked. I want you naked now.” She growled. Yep, growled.
Blinking, he smiled at her. “Do that again,” he demanded as he began to undo the buckles. “Growl for me again, darling. It is fucking sexy,” Tryggr told her as he tossed the flak jacket aside. Pulling his T-shirt off over his head, he dropped it, too.
Chrissy did just that. She growled for him and reached up to grab the buckle of his belt so she could undo it. “And you are so sexy that I swear I could eat you up,” she admitted and bit his chest lightly, leaving a small mark there before soothing it with her tongue.
“Oh now you finally show your teeth and claws,” he teased with a grin. “And here I thought I had myself a fluffy little kitten with no spit and fire. Nice to know I was wrong, my love,” he whispered, undoing her jeans and lifting her with one arm, hauling them and her underwear over her ass and yanking them down her legs.
“Oh trust me, I have plenty of teeth and claws. I just simply prefer not to let them out because I really love having you giving me all the teeth and claws.” She loved when he was all dominant and forceful, more than she cared to admit.
Growling happily at her, Tryg kicked off his boots and shoved his jeans down, stepping free quickly. “I love your little kitten claws, sugar,” he teased, pulling her ass to the edge of her desk. Sliding a finger through her moisture, he squeezed her thigh and pressed into her body hard and fast.
Wrapping her legs around him, Chrissy pulled him closer. “Good, because I’m your kitten, Tryggr, now and always.” She would never give him up. She was his for life, and he would just have to learn how to live with her.
“Meow,” he teased in reminder of their meeting with Talon. Pressing deep, he leaned her back to give him the best angle and began to move. “I love you, Chrissy, my crazy, adorable little nymphomaniac.” Tryg grinned at her and kissed her. “You are amazing, so damned amazing.” And all his.
Chrissy grinned and lifted up off of her desk and against him. “And you, Tryggr, my Feline King are the most amazing man as well.” Her muscles clenched on him as she moved. “Harder. It won’t be long until your guards and teammates are back, and I damn well better have an orgasm before then.”
“So demanding,” he teased as he caught the edge of the desk behind her and used it for leverage. Thrusting hard into her body, he nibbled on her neck. “I love you when you’re demanding,” he whispered, driving into her again and again, hard and fast.
“Good.” She grinned up at him and, leaning in, brushed her lips over his neck and jaw. “God, you feel so good.” Chrissy would never stop wanting him. Never would she stop needing him as she did. “So good.” She breathed softly. “You feel so very good.”
Driving into her pussy harder, he scraped his teeth to her neck. “Don’t let go, darling,” he whispered against her skin. “I love you, babe, but don’t you dare let go. We have a wild ride to take.”
“Never letting go,” she said with a grin and pulled with him. Tightening her hold on him with her inner muscles, she looked up at him. “Harder. I want to scream.” She knew that she would. Hopefully Tryggr had locked the door so no one would barge in on them.
“Not too loudly, love, your walls are fucking paper thin,” he grumbled as he thrust harder, his hold on her ass keeping her from scooting across the desk.
“Don’t care. I don’t care who knows what we are doing.” Even if she didn’t want to have someone seeing them in action. “They all know that we are doing this.” She had seen the grins on the men’s faces. They weren’t stupid. “More.” She licked her lips and looked up at him. “Please, Tryggr,” she begged.
Sinking his teeth into her shoulder gently, he held her as he pistoned his hips forward and back, his cock slamming into her pussy over and over. Growling he moved faster, giving her everything.
That was all that Chrissy had needed. When Tryggr bit her, that was enough to push her over the edge. Sparks of color danced before her eyes, her body went tense, and she heard herself gasping before then screaming as she came.
Jerking deeper into her as he came in reaction to her orgasm, Tryggr snarled around her shoulder as he held her tight to him. Groaning, he eased her to lie on the desk, his body draped over hers as he fought for air. “I am so going to hear about this for the next century.” He groaned against her breast.
“As if you care,” Chrissy whispered with a grin. “All you have to do is remind them that they would do the exact same thing if they were here with their hornier-than-ever bond-mate.” And she was. She couldn’t believe how horny she was right now and seemed to be all the time around him.
“We are new mates,” he murmured, idly running a finger up and down her ribs. Pressing a kiss to the curve of her breast, Tryggr lifted his head. “We should probably get dressed before they figure out the exact amount of time to wait before ensuring we’re both alive.”
She shrugged and looked up at him. “Would that be bad?” she asked with a grin. “Yeah, that would be bad,” she added a moment later. “All right. We should get dressed.” She didn’t let him go though. “But not yet,” she added with a grin. “Right now I love the feeling of you inside of me.”
Grinning, he stroked his hand over her breast. “I love the feeling of being buried inside of you, sugar.” Pressing a kiss to her lips, he propped himself up on an elbow and eyed her. “You do know that you are going to be getting razzed right along with me, right?”
Chrissy shrugged and grinned. “It’s okay. I will remind them all that I take boys’ balls off for a living.” Granted it was cats and dogs, but still she would make sure to remind them. “I think all of them will think twice about it, love. At least about razzing me.”
Wincing at her words, he barely resisted the urge to cover his own balls. “Right,” he murmured, feeling distinctly exposed, literally. “Well, just remember that not all of them will respond well to that.” The Teams would. They all harassed one another unmercifully. But there were others, specifically among the guards, that didn’t seem to always have a sense of humor.
“They would never hurt me.” She felt completely confident in that fact. “Not even your guards, who don’t seem to like me very much.” She was sure it was because she was human and not Feline Shifter or whatever. “But I won’t press it too hard.” She winked at him.
Snorting, he kissed her hard and fast before shifting off her. Pulling free slowly, he caught her hands and pulled her up to sit. “It’s not that they don’t like you, love. They just don’t know you,” he murmured softly. “That and they tend to be a little overprotective of me.”
“As they should be,” Chrissy said with a smile. “Overprotective of you, that is. I’m completely fine with them being like that as well.” She sat on her desk and watched him as he began to get dressed and smiled. “You have such an amazing body. I could watch you for days and days.”
Wrinkling his nose, he shook his head at her. “You’re definitely the one that deserves to be watched and worshipped, love. You are a goddess.” Tryggr grinned at her. “Sexy, sultry, and all mine,” he teased with a win
k. He could live with the guards being a little overprotective. As long as they never got between him and his woman, he’d let them live.
She smiled and winked. “You betcha. I’m all yours. Now and always I’m yours.” She took the shirt that he passed her and slid it on, shivering slightly. “Goodness, I could still be ready for yet another round of lovemaking with you!” she said with surprise in her voice.
“When we get home, darling, we’ll get naked again, and you can ravage me as much as you want,” he promised with a grin, shrugging into his shirt. Passing her over her panties, he wiggled his eyebrows. “I might even not put up too much of a fight as you divest me of more of my innocence.”
Chrissy couldn’t help but laugh. God, she loved this man. Giggling, she shook her head and pulled on her pants. “Innocence, yeah.” She teased him happily. “It’s okay though, darling mine. I will bring you into my depraved world one lovemaking session at a time.”
“Promises, promises.” He sighed dramatically with a grin. “You’d better keep your promises, sugar, or I will be very annoyed with you.” Tucking his shirt into his pants, he pulled on the flak vest and did up the buckles before sliding his weapons back on. Moving to her, he leaned over and kissed her gently. “I love you, Chrissy.”
“I love you, too, Tryggr.” Chrissy reached out and touched him with a dramatic sigh. “Do you know just how crazy wild this get-up drives me? Something about a man in battle armor and carrying weapons. Yummy.” No, not any man. Her man.
“You’ve been eyeing up other men?” he asked in a chilly tone. He was yanking her chain since he’d heard her thoughts, but she didn’t need to know that yet. Pulling his Glock, he checked the clip and the chamber. “Which men?”
She decided to give him a little trouble and with a grin said, “Are you sure that you have enough ammo for all the men that I’ve been dreaming of while looking at your too-perfect body?” Rolling her eyes, she snorted. “We both know that you are the most perfect man and that there is no reason for me to even think of another man. When I said that there was something about a man in body armor, I meant you, duh.”
Growling menacingly at her, he narrowed his eyes. “You’d better keep your gorgeous peepers off other males, woman. Or I will shoot them and, trust me, love of my life”—Tryggr gave her an angelic grin—“I’ve always got enough ammo.” Slipping the safety on, he put it back in the holster before hauling her in close and kissing her hard.
Chrissy grinned against his lips as he kissed her. When they pulled apart, she was panting and her eyes glazed over with passion. “I think we should go home because I already feel achy and needful without you inside of me.” Yep, she was a nymphomaniac, just add Tryggr.
Snapping his teeth at her, he wiggled his brows. “You are just so damned sexy, my female. Who in their right and sane mind would ever deny you whatever you wanted?” Kissing her again, he stepped back and paused with a grin. “Uh, you may want to do up your buttons the right way. I know they will know what we were doing, but seriously, at least make it look like you’re trying to cover it up.”
She snorted and shrugged. “They have to get used to it. You and I are going to be doing a great deal of this, and since they are your guards and they are near you all the time, they need to just get over it and know that I love you and you love me. With that comes sex. Lots of it.” She did, however, do up the buttons on her shirt so that no one saw her skin because of her lack of bra.
“Thank you,” he said sincerely, touching her cheek with a light hand. Smiling, Tryg took her hand in his. “In case you haven’t noticed, love, I don’t let them into the house, ever. They may come with the whole crown thing”—which he hated since he wasn’t the one sitting on the Throne and hopefully never would have to—“but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let them muck up the life I have any more than they already do.”
“Which I’m thankful for.” Chrissy loved Tryggr, and one day she might get him to accept his role that he was born for, but that was for another day. Today was for loving and living. “All right, let’s get out of here and get home, love.”
“Out of curiosity,” he said turning around slowly, “where did your bra end up?” Oh he hadn’t missed the fact she wasn’t wearing one right then. He just didn’t know where it got tossed to while they’d been stripping down.
“I honestly don’t know. I’m sure that it will turn up eventually.” Chrissy winked and added, “It will be a fun treasure hunt for later. For now let’s just get our happy selves home, shall we?”
“Which, given your lack of a bra, is the best plan there is.” He grinned, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Tucking her close, Tryg kissed her temple and led her out of the office, after moving the chair from under the doorknob. Shaking his head, he stepped outside and looked around, assessing quickly before leading her to the truck they’d come in and opening the door for her.
Chapter Seven
Life with Tryggr had been amazing, until they brought home the puppy and kitten. Then it was bloody hilarious. The animals seemed to think that they were the ones in control, and more often than not, hissed back to Tryggr, until he growled that pure Alpha growl that only a true Alpha Shifter could do. It was that growl that got her in trouble. She knew it.
She lay back in the hot tub and closed her eyes. Her ankle was hurting like crazy from where she twisted it falling down the freaking steps because of that Alpha growl of Tryggr’s. If she hadn’t been distracted, her knees all rubbery and her pussy leaking in preparation for him, she might have seen and avoided the puppy and kitten instead of tripping over them. Yep, she loved it, a lot. “Did you get the two of them sequestered after their latest hijinks?” she asked when she felt Tryggr approaching her.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, Tryg stroked her hair gently. “I’ve got them in their room”—a space with nothing but their beds, dishes and a section that was cordoned off for when they got into trouble. “How’s your ankle?” he asked in concern. When she’d stumbled, he’d felt his heart leap into his throat.
“Hurting and swelling, but not broken, thankfully.” The little kit had just wound her way around Chrissy’s ankles, and then when the pup got into the play as well, Chrissy hadn’t had a chance in the world. “How are you doing, honey? Not upset with them are you?” They were babies. Both Chrissy and Tryggr knew that. They would just have to be firm with the kitten and puppy or they would be in a world of hurt later.
“They are fine. We had a discussion, and they have been given notice that such things are not acceptable. Most especially on the stairs where anything could have occurred and possibly happened. I gave them a little cuddle so they knew I was upset but not angry.” Scared out of his fur was much closer to the truth really.
“Good. As long as they aren’t on the stairs trying to trip me up I’m good, but that bloody damn well hurt,” Chrissy admitted with a sigh. “I love them and I never want to dampen their exuberance for life, but I seriously can’t survive them playing as they had.”
“We’ll teach them otherwise,” Tryg said quietly and wiggled his fingers. “Let me see your ankle, love.” He needed to assess the damage for himself and see if she needed an ice pack. “We’ll get you into bed, prop it up, and get you some rest, and hopefully you’ll be as good as new come morning.”
“That sounds good. I think between a good night’s sleep, a compress bandage, and some ice, I will be just fine, honey.” She looked up at him after offering him her ankle and leaned back to watch him carefully.
Holding her ankle lightly, he ran his fingers over the swelling with care and gently maneuvered her foot. “A bit of a sprain,” he murmured, feeling some tension. “You definitely pulled the muscles of your calf and likely the tendon. The swelling will go down, and it will be tender for a few days depending on how you step on it. We’ll get you a wrap for it for added support just to be safe, and if the pain doesn’t ease in a couple days, we’ll go and see the doc.”
“That sounds good to me.” Lif
ting her hand, she began to run her fingers through Tryggr’s hair and smiled at him. “I take it that you have seen your own fair share of strained and twisted ankles and pulled muscles in your life? Does it all go away when you shift?”
“A few, and not right off,” he said, easing her foot back into the water. Settling on the floor so she could continue to pet him, Gods he loved a good petting by his bond-mate, Tryg grinned. “When we shift, our bodies kick into overdrive and heal faster. We heal pretty fast anyway, but the shift lets our bodies kick it up a few gears. What might take a human six months to heal, would take about four in our human form, but in the animal or whatever form it cuts that down to roughly three to five weeks. But that of course is a serious case,” he told her like it hadn’t been obvious from his large time frame.
“Well, I would think so. Anything that would take that long to heal would have to be life threatening.” Chrissy continued to pet him. “Have you ever had injuries like that?” The question was a whispered question, one that he could choose not to answer if he didn’t want to. She had seen his scars. She knew that either he had come close to death or had been injured over and over again for his body to have scarred, and now she was asking for the reason, for the explanation behind the scars.
Shooting her a look, he smiled at her very careful avoidance of his gaze. “The scars were made by magic-wrapped spears a Mage used to pin me to the floor of my parents’ home while a bunch of Changers terrorized my baby sister before they raped her. They had just killed everyone in the house, my parents were mere seconds dead, and they had her in a circle planning a gang rape. The Mage came out of nowhere and pinned me. The spears had some sort of mystical fire wrapped around them that burned me at such a temperature that it left permanent scarring even after months of healing. Bethany, my sister, was lucky I’m such a stubborn asshole and ripped my one hand free.” He held up the one that had the clear line of scarring. “I was plenty mad and likely a little insane by the time I pulled the other spears loose and tore them to pieces.”
