A/N: R18 adjacent? Nothing super explicit by the end...
When I looked back, Kyrie had straightened up and recovered even more of her poise. She stepped over to the table and sat the skirt down... but was looking anywhere but directly at me. I wish I could say the same.
> I can’t... stop looking. No, I’m not starting with that. Here we go. The conversation I’ve been avoiding all day by keeping busy. I can at least... I can feel my own decisions melting. Like a castle made of bricks of butter. Vrika, avert your eyes and keep your sounds to yourself. Seriously, stop paying attention to us. I can share the memory later, but I can almost *feel* you watching! I’m not an exhibitionist, no matter how vain and unashamed I am of wanting or engaging in acts like this. <
After admonishing Vrika, and looking down at the wealthy, powerful CEO... my other palm slid up her shirt to a rest over her stomach. Through this second point of contact I could now also feel the gentle contraction of her breathing.
And pet the ferocious beast’s stomach... scratching slightly with my nails just to try and annoy her and see what would happen. The danger of her reacting when I’ve done something too far...
"And the weight - it sounds like you’re not taking good care of yourself."
Her eyes fluttered and closed at my touch. Pinched tight. But she does nothing more. Including telling me to stop. She really, probably should do that before I go and lose all reason.
"It’s hard to find an appetite when you aren’t sure what... someone specific is doing. Maybe if you answered my invitation..."
The admission and temptation she voices with half re-opened eyes sent heat spiraling through me. This strong, controlled woman - falling apart because of my stubborn silence... or not eating dinner because I haven’t agreed to go?
"I’m just talking. I wasn’t asking any questions."
I murmured while leaning back down. Until my lips were barely an inch from her ear. My wrist twisted so my hand remained splayed across her stomach, possessive and warm and driving her shirt up just a little.
My other hand trails back upward to the other side of her face, letting my fingers find the delicate flesh of her ear. She made a soft breathy sound when I tugged gently at the lobe between thumb and index.
"Citra..."
"Shh. I’m being generous today. Just... feel for a minute."
Generous to who, I wasn’t sure. I pressed my lips to the sensitive spot just below her ear, licking my lips and tasting the salt of sweat when I pull back. Inhaling that crisp scent that was uniquely hers...
While pressing more soft, irrational kisses along the column of her throat. Each point of contact drew withheld little gasps from her. The Alpha surely struggling to continue to do nothing against these... affections.
In one spot, I could even feel her pulse racing so, so rapidly beneath my lips. And her hands remained flat against the floor - fisted but obedient the entire time. But mine?
The one on her stomach moved in slow disobediently random circles, feeling the werewolf warm contours of her skin. Her athletic form being underneath me made every kiss I placed on her neck more uneven, more desperate.
"Please..."
She whispered as I turned away, though what she was asking for remained unspoken. I could pretend not to know, but the pleading tone of that voice... only broke my earlier suggestions to be quiet after my hand dipped a little low.
After it lingered at the edge of her pantyline... and pulled back because of the knock on the door. Clearly not Anise, with how loud the banging was. And it makes me wonder who it is I will hold a grudge for.