to make me say it out loud?” She angled her head, her body swayed softly into his.
“I can’t read your thoughts.” Drei bent, once again marveling at her height. He only had to lean down slightly to bring his lips within a hair’s breadth of hers. He could feel her breath on his face as she exhaled slowly, chuckling.
“No, I guess you can’t. So I guess you’ll just have to trust me when I say that I can only hear for a short range. And the quicker I served you, the quicker you would have been out of that range.”
Drei’s lips twisted as he stared down into her eyes. “Did it make you hot, Cassandra? Were you wet all those times, listening in on my thoughts?” His voice was a rasp. She shuddered, lashes fluttering. But instead of answering, her hands snaked quickly up his arms and around his wide neck.
Long, thin fingers reached up and gripped a handful of his short, dark hair. She tugged hard, making him grunt at the small pain. “Shut up. I’ve got better uses for your mouth.” Cassandra pushed onto the balls of her feet, closing the last inch of space between them and crushing her lips to his.
Drei wasn’t about to let her take control. His arms banded around her waist, pressing her tightly to his hard body. He plunged his tongue between her lips as soon as she parted them, parrying each flick of her tongue with a thrust of his own.
She tasted like herbs and vodka and some phantom sweetness that he couldn’t place. The combination was as heady as a drink she might mix at 5tM. He nipped at her lips. She bit back.
When her knee brushed his thigh, Drei slid one hand down from her waist to hitch her leg over his hip. Cassandra curled her booted calf around his muscled leg, giving a little growl of her own as one of his big hands palmed her ass and pressed her pussy hard against the bulge of his cock.
He sucked at her tongue, fingers stroking over the smooth, silky skin of her belly, up toward those three buttons on her vest. He wanted to get that vest off her, or at least open. Then get her pants off. He could push all the shit off his desk, lay her down there, and slide into her, finally be inside this incredibly sexy, badass –
“I take it this is the other human?”
Drei and Cassandra both froze at the sound of his mother’s voice. He had one hand on Cassandra’s ass and the other was about to pluck open the first of those three little buttons. The hand that Cassandra didn’t have wrapped in his hair was curled around his belt, as if she could yank it off without undoing it first.
By mutual, unspoken agreement, they each stepped back at the same time and dropped their hands to their sides.
Elena Lupei stood in the office doorway, dressed in an elegant grey evening gown, glimmering with shiny silver sequins. Her hair, as dark black as her sons though threaded through with some white, was up in a sleek chignon and diamonds dripped from her ears, throat, and wrists.
Drei crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes at his mother. Her mouth, the upper lip slightly fuller than the lower, just like Grig’s, curved into a grin. Beside him, Cassandra straightened her vest and tossed her hair back over her shoulder. He was pleased to see that, despite the faintest hint of pink in her cheeks, she extended her hand to his mother.
“Ms. Lupei. I’m Cassandra Burroughs. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
His mother took Cassandra’s pale hand in her smaller, tan one, perusing Cassandra’s rangy frame. “From whom?”
“She can read thoughts, Mother. So, all of us. Including you.” Drei didn’t even try to hide his smirk as his mother’s eyes – the same deep brown as his – widened slightly. Cassandra’s lips remained in their slightly curved position, but he saw the twinkle in her eyes.
“Yes, I imagine it would be a useful trait in future generations of Shifters. But you don’t know whether human and
“I can’t read your thoughts.” Drei bent, once again marveling at her height. He only had to lean down slightly to bring his lips within a hair’s breadth of hers. He could feel her breath on his face as she exhaled slowly, chuckling.
“No, I guess you can’t. So I guess you’ll just have to trust me when I say that I can only hear for a short range. And the quicker I served you, the quicker you would have been out of that range.”
Drei’s lips twisted as he stared down into her eyes. “Did it make you hot, Cassandra? Were you wet all those times, listening in on my thoughts?” His voice was a rasp. She shuddered, lashes fluttering. But instead of answering, her hands snaked quickly up his arms and around his wide neck.
Long, thin fingers reached up and gripped a handful of his short, dark hair. She tugged hard, making him grunt at the small pain. “Shut up. I’ve got better uses for your mouth.” Cassandra pushed onto the balls of her feet, closing the last inch of space between them and crushing her lips to his.
Drei wasn’t about to let her take control. His arms banded around her waist, pressing her tightly to his hard body. He plunged his tongue between her lips as soon as she parted them, parrying each flick of her tongue with a thrust of his own.
She tasted like herbs and vodka and some phantom sweetness that he couldn’t place. The combination was as heady as a drink she might mix at 5tM. He nipped at her lips. She bit back.
When her knee brushed his thigh, Drei slid one hand down from her waist to hitch her leg over his hip. Cassandra curled her booted calf around his muscled leg, giving a little growl of her own as one of his big hands palmed her ass and pressed her pussy hard against the bulge of his cock.
He sucked at her tongue, fingers stroking over the smooth, silky skin of her belly, up toward those three buttons on her vest. He wanted to get that vest off her, or at least open. Then get her pants off. He could push all the shit off his desk, lay her down there, and slide into her, finally be inside this incredibly sexy, badass –
“I take it this is the other human?”
Drei and Cassandra both froze at the sound of his mother’s voice. He had one hand on Cassandra’s ass and the other was about to pluck open the first of those three little buttons. The hand that Cassandra didn’t have wrapped in his hair was curled around his belt, as if she could yank it off without undoing it first.
By mutual, unspoken agreement, they each stepped back at the same time and dropped their hands to their sides.
Elena Lupei stood in the office doorway, dressed in an elegant grey evening gown, glimmering with shiny silver sequins. Her hair, as dark black as her sons though threaded through with some white, was up in a sleek chignon and diamonds dripped from her ears, throat, and wrists.
Drei crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes at his mother. Her mouth, the upper lip slightly fuller than the lower, just like Grig’s, curved into a grin. Beside him, Cassandra straightened her vest and tossed her hair back over her shoulder. He was pleased to see that, despite the faintest hint of pink in her cheeks, she extended her hand to his mother.
“Ms. Lupei. I’m Cassandra Burroughs. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
His mother took Cassandra’s pale hand in her smaller, tan one, perusing Cassandra’s rangy frame. “From whom?”
“She can read thoughts, Mother. So, all of us. Including you.” Drei didn’t even try to hide his smirk as his mother’s eyes – the same deep brown as his – widened slightly. Cassandra’s lips remained in their slightly curved position, but he saw the twinkle in her eyes.
“Yes, I imagine it would be a useful trait in future generations of Shifters. But you don’t know whether human and
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