Sassy Ever After: Kissing Sassy (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Gracen Miller Page A

when you’re wholly committed to us. The bite will be visible but faint, and it’ll let other shifters know to fuck off, you’re mine, and we’re in the mating dance. Any objections?”
    “No.” She bucked her hips, rocking the curve of her pussy against his length, loving the way his eyes darkened upon contact. “So it’s kind of like a trial run of the mating process?”
    “Yes.” He kissed her again and then pushed off the bed. “Undress, catin, because if I undress you, I’ll shred your clothes.”

FOURTEEN
     
    Cajun
     
    Staring at Olivia sprawled on the bed, Cajun’s cock pulsed in his jeans. He liked the way she looked, cheeks flushed, and legs spread from where he’d just pressed his hips between them.
    She’d tried to give him her version of a mating. Magic woven through him to seal their union, a bond not totally unlike a wolf mating. Often when a wolf’s mate died, the other mate died soon afterward. They grieved too hard for their lost love and lost the will to live. That he’d die with her seemed like a mercy killing to him.
    She gave me some of her siren song. He couldn’t help but glory in that knowledge. Didn’t matter that she’d done it without conscious effort, but what mattered was that she’d innately recognized him as hers. Cajun wasn’t all animal though. He wouldn’t take what she offered without her wanting to be bound to him.
    Reaching over his head, he fisted his shirt and dragged the material up and off.
    “Your turn,” he said when she remained unmoving on the mattress gaping at him. The shine in her pale eyes let him know she liked what she saw.
    Christ, her new look was like an impact to his gut. Yeah, she’d been gorgeous before, but the real her was stunning, and fragile too because she feared sharing it with anyone but him.
    Pride swelled in his heart because giving him this peek into her authentic world was a gift. One he would never abuse, and would protect at the cost of his life. He meant it when he said he was nothing without her. Even if she rejected their mating, he’d never be the same again because of her.
    Olivia sat up and chucked her shirt, revealing a lacy red bra that had him salivating with the way her nipples peek-a-booed through the delicate fabric. It matched the red thong he’d torn off her earlier. Only in movies had he ever seen undergarments match. He hadn’t been prepared for the visual her tits presented through the lace, like sex gift-wrapping.
    But as he took her in, he noted the four puckered designs branded into her skin. They ran in a vertical line between her breasts. “What are the brands?”
    “The four elements.”
    “Why’d you brand yourself with them?” That had to hurt.
    “I didn’t. I was born with them. They also mark me as a Key along with my eyes. Stop stalling and finish undressing, Benji.”
    As he unsnapped his denims, she scooted to the edge of the bed and quickly discarded her pants.
    Kicking his jeans aside, he halted disrobing when her arms went behind her back, thrusting her breasts forward. A moment later, her arms lowered, and her bra fell away, baring heavy breasts with dusty areoles and nipples so tight they were crinkled.
    “No,” she said slinking toward him as he went to remove his boxer briefs. “Let me.”
    Olivia stopped in front of him and held his gaze, her fingers sliding across his flesh where his underwear and belly met. She leaned in and licked one of his flat nipples, grazing her teeth along the tip. Cajun reacted, shoving his hands in her hair and tilting her head back to fuck her mouth.
    Her palms dove beneath the elastic and curved over his buttocks. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, and he felt her nipples tighten even more against his skin. That was his undoing. He had to taste those beads soon.
    Breaking from her mouth, he nibbled at the corner of her lips. “Finish what you started, Olivia, or I’m taking over.”
    She dropped to her knees, surprising him with her sudden