Meeting Kyrie’s slightly dazed eyes... reality crashed back over me. Her chest underneath the loose shirt rose and fell rapidly, with lips parted and cheeks flushed. She looked thoroughly compromised - thanks to me.
> I don’t think she even heard the knocks on the door... Okay, I know it’s over now so you could technically ’come out’, but will you stop asking me to ask her to mark me?! A line that makes her realize I am currently capable of feeling jealousy over her. Not just accusing her of having relationships outside of me, or prior - but that I’m wanting ours to be... different. Another time. <
I ignored whatever was inked between her shoulderblades as it disappeared underneath that red silk dress shirt. As she transformed from the willingly vulnerable woman beneath me and back into the strong werewolf who ran a large corporate empire.
The composed Alpha CEO with a net worth still a whole three magnitudes above my own. My million dollars have left me able to move more under my own power, but her billion is still a crushing difference.
Her fingers paused for just a moment after slipping up her skirt and zipping it. I saw her swallow hard before turning towards my still much too strong gaze. I’m not sure why I’m *looking* so hard, it’s only making things worse.
"Citra do you want... to ride along?"
"It’s your pack business. Not for me."
I reminded her firmly, even though part of me wanted to hear about it all - and part of me added ’yet’ to the end of my own sentence. But just like I don’t want her to make promises she won’t keep, I don’t want to promise anything either. Before she can do any convincing, I keep speaking.
"Whatever’s happening, handle it - in your way - as if I don’t exist. Don’t make changes to your way of rule when others depend on you."
She nodded at my haughtily spoken advice and pulled the white blazer over her shoulders. Completing the set of ’Kyrie Voss’. She paused with her hand on the handle to leave, looking back at me with a heated expression.
"Thank you. For... ’being generous’, as you called it. Knowing for sure you have your own interest in things with me means a lot."
"Don’t think too much about this. We’re still not doing any mate bond marking."
"I know. I’ll wait until I can."
Before I could respond to her sure voiced provocation... she was gone. Leaving me alone in the too-quiet room with the lingering scent of her. And the memory of her moments of complete surrender.