Bound to Her by Sascha Illyvich Page B

contained himself. Just because the pendant was responding to her presence, it didn’t necessarily mean anything.
    The fact that his cock had stood at attention the entire time, however, was a different story.
    Shrugging it off, he waved Michele inside while escorting Tiffany with his arm around her. “She’s safe. I make sure she gets her studies done. As for work, that’s not my problem.”
    Michele caught Luka by the arm and spun him around to face her. “What do you mean, ‘that’s not your problem’? If she’s got duties and responsibilities to other commitments, then she should tend to those first and not some asshole who is forcing her—”
    The pendant grew even hotter against his skin.
    Luka held up a hand and pressed two fingers against Michele’s soft mouth. Her lips were plump, juicy just like he’d figured. She was aroused, he could smell it. Her hair covered her breasts, but her top was stretched tightly enough that even with her curls, he could detect her nipples becoming tiny buds.
    What he wouldn’t give to suckle them while he drove himself inside her.
    But, she was anti logic, it seemed. “First off,” he pulled his fingers back, “she’s not in any danger. I’m plenty well-to-do as you can probably see. Even you’re not blind.”
    Michele made an undignified noise. “Money isn’t everything.”
    Luka snorted. “No, it’s not. But in case you haven’t been looking, her studies are fine. Now, what can I do for you?”
    “Tell me why you wanted my sister to fuck you.”
    Luka gasped. While he’d trained Tiffany, they’d never had any sort of contact more intimate than when he’d hugged her earlier. He just didn’t view her that way.
    Michele, on the other hand…
    He licked his lips. “I’ve never had relations with your sister.”
    Michele shoved a hand forward, pressing it against Luka’s chest.
    He laughed. “You think you could actually shove me?”
    Michele dropped down to one knee and threw a leg out in a sweeping motion.
    Luka stood solid where he was, the hit connecting with enough force to annoy him. As he glanced down at Michele, the wild sweep of her hair spread out over her back made him think of how lovely she’d look taking his cock in her mouth.
    Still, he managed restraint. “If you’ll get up and knock off the silly nonsense, I’ll be happy to answer any questions you have about my relationship with your sister.”
    Looking defeated, Michele stood and brushed stray hairs from her face. She smirked. “You’re strong. You’re a wolf, huh?”
    He grimaced. “ Wanna see me get furry and fang-like?”
    Michele set a hand on her hip and tilted her head. “I’ve no interest in furries . They sicken me on a regular basis, actually.”
    Luka snorted. “Bad break-up with one?”
    Tiffany swatted Luka on the shoulder and glared at him.
    He shrugged his shoulders. “What? She came into my house and—”
    Tiffany glared harder.
    Luka huffed. “Fine. Look, it’s really simple. Your sister and I have nothing going on between us, but for whatever reason, she feels I’m a safe haven. Turns out she’s a really good person I can talk to and trust almost implicitly. Satisfied?”
    Michele frowned. “That’s all? What’s with the submission thing? Kinky people are sick and often fucked up in the head.”
    Luka felt his blood beginning to boil. How dare she come into his house and insult what she didn’t understand? “You don’t know what you’re talking about, obviously. Nor do you know shit about the lupine culture. Clearly, you’re a damn fool. I should just shove your sister aside and devour you.” He let the arousal mix with the heat in his gaze and reach his eyes.
    Michele turned away in disgust.
    “Fine. Whatever. I don’t care. At any rate, I have business with your sister. So you’re free to make yourself at home. I’ll make you a drink or there’s food in the fridge if you’re hungry.”
    Michele turned to face him. “Steak?”
    Luka