She glared up at him and tugged at his shirt at the same time.
“This needs to come off. Have you got a first aid kit somewhere?”
“In the cupboard by the boiler, but, you know, darling, there is one surefire way to make sure I heal, and that would be the very thing we were doing last time you got me in a kitchen.” Sasha winked at her, and Macey stopped mid-action of getting his emergency supplies out of the cupboard. The most delightful blush stained her cheeks, and she took a deep breath in and approached him, kit in hand.
“Strip, and sex won’t heal this, you know that as well as I do…Sir.”
The added-on address made him laugh. Right now, she didn’t look the least bit submissive, but he complied with her wishes. In truth, his arm was really starting to hurt, and she was a nurse, after all. Last time this happened, he’d had to resort to stitching the wound up himself, which sucked big time. It was that or bleed out until he could get help. Damn fucking vamps.
Macey gasped when he pulled his shirt off and dumped it on the kitchen floor, and then she sprang into action. Her tentative exploration of the long, seeping gash on his biceps hurt. It deflated his ardor slightly, but being this close to her without touching her was sheer torture and hurt far worse than his arm.
“I’m going to have to clean this, and you’ll need stitches to stop the bleeding. At least the poison doesn’t seem to have spread. Now, hold still, while I try and patch you up, and…oh.”
Macey threw him an astonished glance when she opened his kit up and saw the state-of-the-art medical supplies in there.
“How did you…? Never mind, at least I can take care of you, but let me guess, this has happened before.”
Her fingers trembled as she opened the fresh sewing kit, and she jumped when he put his large hand over hers.
“Part and parcel of the job. I usually stitch myself up, so if this is too much, then—”
“Don’t be a fool,” Macey interrupted him and shrugged his hand off. “I’ll do a far better job of the stitches than you ever could, but why don’t you get Mrs. H to heal you? I’m presuming the others would be able to get you to her.”
When he didn’t answer her, she looked up and then slapped on the cleaning alcohol with much more force than was necessary.
“Ouch, that hurts,” he said, and she dabbed harder.
“Tough, serves you right for letting yourself be injured and being such a stubborn fool about this. Why can’t you just answer my damn questions?”
A heavy silence fell between them while she finished cleaning his wound and, having covered it with sterile gauze, prepared for the stitches.
“You don’t seem to have any anesthetic in this box of tricks, so this will hurt, okay?”
She glanced up at him, and frowned at his smile.
“I’m sure it’ll hurt less than if I would do it, as long as you recover your bedside manner. I don’t think much of it so far.” He winked at her, and Macey’s lips kicked into a reluctant half-smile even as she rolled her eyes at him and set to work.
Sasha took a deep breath in and looked at his girl instead of the arm she was stitching with infinite care. Her gentle moves barely hurt, in fact, and they fell silent as she took her time. When the wound was finally stitched up to her satisfaction and she’d covered it with a light dressing, Macey took the bloody evidence of her impromptu surgery skills, and dumped them next to his back door.
“I’ll take this home with me so it can go in my sharps bin, and as for my bedside manner, well, I don’t normally have to deal with overbearing, Dom-ly shifters types, let alone one who’s my…”
She let her words trail off, and stepped over to the sink to wash her hands.
Sasha hopped off the table and she jumped when he put his hands on her shoulders.
“Don’t stop there, kitten,” he drawled, and a shudder went through her as he bent his head and inhaled next to her ear. Sasha indulged himself by nibbling on her earlobe, and their gazes met in the reflection of the window.
“I’m your what?” he whispered, and a whimper of pure need escaped his girl when he pressed his heavy erection into the small of her back. Bringing his hands around her waist, he slid them under her uniform top to cup her breasts. He ran his thumb over the lacy cups of her bra and grinned at the way his girl’s nipples pushed out, signaling her arousal as clearly as her rapid inhalations and the increased scent of her musk.
“You’re not playing fair.” She whispered the words and shook her head, even as she pushed her breasts further into his hands. Her fingers curled around the edge of the sink, and she let her head fall back on his chest when he licked a path up and down the rapidly beating pulse point in her neck. His jaw ached with the need to sink his teeth into the fragrant skin and to cement this bond between them, but he held back.
Sasha wanted, needed to be balls-deep in her ass to do this the right way, but he could give her a taste of what was to come. He allowed his canines to lengthen and ran them, too, up and down her neck. The action sent his panther wild, and Macey groaned when his claws ran out and he let them dig into her small handful, with not enough pressure to break the skin—just enough to make his point.
“Where’s the fun in playing fair? And you owe me an answer, girl. I’m your what?” he asked, and a shudder went through her when he ran his animal’s teeth along her neck.
“M-my mate.” Her hesitant answer made him bite down slightly and Macey froze, not in fear, but anticipation, and he forced himself to pull back to study her. Eyes shut, face flushed, and her mouth slightly open, she looked a woman on the edge, and her eyes flew open when he used his claws to shred her bra and slice her top clean in half so that her creamy flesh was exposed. Breasts shaking with her rapid breaths, she stared at his reflection in the window, and he flashed her a toothy smile.
“I liked that bra, and you ruined my uniform.”
Sasha smirked and used the clawed end of his index finger to run circles around her stiff nipple, watching her closely for her reaction. Macey’s eyes fluttered closed again, and she bit her lip as though to stop herself from whimpering in need. Her untutored responses were a delight to witness, and he grinned as he entered his Dom head space. Time they had some fun.
“I’ll buy you a new one, and besides, when you’re with me, I want you naked at all times, so…” He stepped away from her and Macey’s eyes flew open in surprise.
“Strip, kitten, and present for me.”
* * * *
Macey’s heart was threatening to beat itself out her chest at his quiet command. There was no doubt in her mind that he meant it. A subtle change had come over him when he stepped away. He seemed taller and altogether more menacing as he crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at her. She’d seen that change often enough in Ronan’s interactions with Tina when the kids weren’t around to know what it meant. This was Sasha in Dom mode, and while parts of her rejoiced, the other frightened, stiff part of her wanted to rebel.
It made her hesitate, and she jumped when Sasha delivered an openhanded swat to her ass. It pushed her hipbones into the counter, and she winced at the dull pain. In an instant, Sasha yanked her around to face him, and she swallowed hard at the heated intensity in his eyes. It meant she had to drop her gaze to his chest, not that that particular view helped her one little bit to hold onto her composure. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his torso, and the swirling designs of his tattoos made her want to lick her tongue along them and trace the edges down over his pecs, the hard ridges and valleys of his abdomen, down to the thick and hard outline of his cock testing the strength of his jeans.
Macey licked her lips and a grumble erupted from the man stood in front of her. The animalistic sound settled straight in her clit and she clenched her thighs together to soothe the ache in her clit as more moisture seeped through her lacy panties. She’d been wet ever since the bike ride, but she would leave a stain on her trousers soon at this rate. It seemed one look of him, and one teeny taste of h
is dominance, and she was ready to sink to her knees and do whatever he asked of her.
She flicked a glance up at his wound and then risked a peep at his face, and immediately wished she hadn’t. He didn’t look pleased with her right now. In fact, he looked like a man on the edge of his control, and while the thought that she did that to him excited her no end, it also made her slightly afraid of him.
“Yellow,” she whispered, and flinched when Sasha swore and grasped her chin to make her look at him. His claws ran out, and she winced as they dug into her skin. Sasha loosened his hold somewhat, but he didn’t release her. Rather, he stepped closer until he’d crowded her back against the sink, and the edge of the counter dug painfully into her ass. She couldn’t help her whimper of need when he inhaled deeply against her neck, and growled.
“I ought to just fucking bite you, and be done with this shit.”
The reckless part of Macey rejoiced at his grunted words, but the part of her that was always the responsible grown-up put her hands on his chest to push him away. Not that he let her, and all she achieved was for heated awareness to travel up her arms from the warm flesh under her fingertips.
She moaned at the sensations even this innocent contact evoked in her traitorous body, as sexual tension pulsed between them like a living breathing entity.
“There’s a part of me that wishes you would, but you won’t, will you?” she said, and Sasha let her go. Stepping back, he sat back down on the edge of the kitchen table with a resigned frown.
“No, damn you, kitten, I will not. So, fine, talk. Why are you safewording at me wanting you naked and at my feet?”
His azure gaze bored into her very soul, and the submissive inside her cringed at his displeasure.
“I’m not.”
When his eyebrow shot up at that, she hastened to clarify.
“I mean, I am, but…Dammit, I’m making a hash out of this. I so very much want you to be my…my…” Macey couldn’t quite bring herself to say the word, so instead she did what she should have done in the first place, before her stupid overactive brain threw a spanner into the works, as per usual, and shrugged out of her ruined top.
Before she could change her mind, and with her heart hammering so hard in her chest she felt faint, she kicked off the sensible loafers she wore for work and, cheeks flaming, made clumsy work of divesting herself out of her trousers and socks. Her ruined underwear was the last to go, and before she lost her bottle completely, she sunk to her knees. It felt awkward kneeling on the stone floor in Sasha’s surprisingly well-equipped and large kitchen, and Macey mentally rolled her eyes at her thought processes. It seemed her mind could simply not shut up tonight, however, and she fidgeted on the floor, wondering what she must look like kneeling here, naked as the day she was born, surrounded by warm wooden kitchen cabinets and with Sasha being ominously quiet above her.
If only she knew what he was thinking right now, but she daren’t look up, and apart from his rapid breathing that matched hers and the fast beat of her heart in her ears, the place was deathly quiet. Her skin positively itched with the need to feel his touch, and when he finally stepped closer and put his hand on her bent head, Macey released the breath she hadn’t even been aware of holding.
“There now, kitten, if only you could see how beautiful you look on your knees for me. That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?”
Sasha’s voice took on a low, soothing quality that further calmed the army of insects that seemed to have taken up residence in her tummy, and she took another sharp breath when he cupped her chin and raised her head up.
“Breathe, kitten. Nothing will happen without your consent, and you always have the power to stop me. You know that. Just use your safewords. Bearing that in mind, let’s go over them again. I know you’ve done your research. Ronan told me about all the questions you bombarded Tina with.”
He smiled as he said that, and his harsh features relaxed. It was the admiration and love that shone out of his deep blue gaze though that spoke to Macey, and she leaned into his touch when he rubbed his thumb over her lips. She opened up to that gentle pressure without any conscious effort at all, and he murmured his approval when she wrapped her tongue around his thumb and sucked.
“Yes, just like that, kitten. Imagine it’s my cock. In fact…”
Red-hot arousal coursed through her when she heard the zipper of his jeans being pulled and his grunt of pleasure as he presumably took himself in hand. With his hand still on her chin, she couldn’t see past his chest, and she wished with all her might that he would let her.
“Just to be clear, your safewords are…?”
A rush of feminine power went through her, hearing the strain behind his words, as though it was costing him dearly. In truth, she wanted nothing more than to taste him. His scent increased as he talked to her, and she ached to touch him, yet she knew better than to try, so she kept her hands balled into fists on her thighs.
“Red for ‘stop,’ yellow for ‘slow down’ and green for ‘full steam ahead,’ Sir,” she said.
“And right now you are?”
“Green, Sir. Please, let me please you.”
Sasha drew in a sharp breath and at last released her chin. She briefly glanced at his erection and everything inside her tightened in need. Sasha maintained a firm grip on his shaft, the tip of which was wet with his pre-cum. The flared mushroom head looked swollen and she watched in fascination when he fisted himself slowly and another drop of his essence appeared. It made her grow even wetter for him, and she licked her lips again when he stepped closer. One hand buried in her hair, he ran the hot and oh-so-velvety-smooth tip of his hard shaft over her lips. Macey opened wide and tried to lick his cock, but Sasha withdrew from her reach, and she moaned.
“Why should I let you suck my cock, girl?” he asked. “What am I to you? And look at me when you answer that.”
Macey reluctantly tore her eyes away from the impressive sight of his dick and moaned when he ran his cock along her cheek. It left a wet trail behind, and it somehow made Macey more determined to please him.
“You’re my mate,” she said, and he nodded, waiting. “And my Dom?” she said, and flinched when he raised an eyebrow.
“You don’t sound too convinced of that, kitten.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” She whispered her answer and he gave her an encouraging smile.
“I know you are, and I’m making allowances for that, but if you can’t say that with conviction, then how are we ever going to make this work? I need this, baby, and I think—no, I know, deep down, you need this too, so…” He let his words trail off and held himself perfectly still above her, waiting for her answer.
Macey closed her eyes briefly and, taking a deep breath in, said the words on her heart. “You’re my mate, my Dom, and, Lord help me, the man that I love to distraction.”
Chapter Sixteen
His panther roared and Sasha damn well near swallowed his tongue as her softly spoken words registered over the roaring in his ears.
“Say that again.” Even to his own ears, his voice sounded far from steady, but it seemed to give his girl courage because she smiled up at him and, uncurling her fists, placed her hands on his thighs. It was the lightest of touches, yet it branded his soul, and Sasha found it hard to draw breath into his lungs as Macey slowly ran her fingers higher until they rested just underneath his heavy balls.
“Which part?” she whispered, and Sasha drew in a sharp breath when she skimmed her fingertips over his sac and then closed her hand over his. It didn’t quite reach, and the contrast between her small, delicate digits and his much-larger hand wasn’t lost on him.
“All of it,” he grunted, and hissed through his teeth when she slid her hand off of his and up to the tip of his dick. Macey slid her fingers through the moisture there, and then brought her glistening fingertips to her mouth and licked his pre-cum off them. It made his inner beast go wild, and she winced as his claws ran out and dug into her skin. Sasha released his hold
on her and his aching shaft, and fisted his hands to stop himself from touching her.
“May I, Sir?” she asked. At his nod, a shudder went through her and, grasping his cock with both hands, she licked along the head of his shaft while pulling his foreskin back further. Pleasure erupted along his nerve endings at her tentative touch and he growled low in his throat. With a wicked gleam in her eyes, Macey slid her hand down to cup his balls with one hand while she maintained a firm grasp of his cock with the other, and then proceeded to lick up and down the underside of his dick while murmuring her seeming appreciation.
Every swipe of her tongue made breathing more difficult, and Sasha was transfixed by the view of her little pink tongue tracing the veins of his engorged flesh. A rumble rose from his chest, and another, until the purr of his panther was a constant background to the wet sounds of Macey going down on him. His balls drew tight up to his body. Sweat broke out on his forehead with the effort required to stave off his impeding orgasm when she closed her lips over his tip and fisted the rest of his shaft in rhythmic movements designed to drive any man insane. When she took him all the way to the back of her throat, swallowed around his sensitive tip, and let her teeth graze his shaft to release him, Sasha swore.
“Fuck.”
An impish giggle escaped her, and he watched from under hooded lids when she licked her fingers and then took him deep again while letting those slick digits trail up to his butt. Keeping up her ‘deep throat, swallow, graze’ routine on his cock, Macey revved him up further. He barely felt the gentle invasion against his butt hole, until she hit her target, and Sasha roared.
Pleasure surged, hot and heavy, and Sasha lost the fight with himself to stay still as his hips thrust deeper into her mouth on every downward slide of her hot, little lips. Macey smiled around her mouthful of cock and renewed her efforts. With her finger thrusting in and out of his butt, massaging his sweet spot, and the gentle rhythmic pressure of her eagerly swallowing the first jets of his impending orgasm, Sasha gave himself over to the pleasure she was giving him.
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