Kye's Heart

Chapter Nine

Kye didn’t let Michaela go until he’d taken her upstairs and had both of them locked behind his bedroom door. He crossed over to his walk-in closet and threw his sweaty t-shirt into the laundry hamper inside. He also sheathed his sword in the scabbard hanging up among his clothes. That done, he turned back to Michaela. She stood in the middle of the room.

“So?” he asked. “What do you think?”

She looked around, her gaze seeming to linger a bit longer on the king-sized bed than the rest of the furniture. If he had his way, and he figured he would, Kye would have her spread out naked on the thick mattress in the next little while.

Michaela closed most of the distance between them and began staring at him. “Well, it looks as if you have lots of extra space for two people to share the room comfortably. Even the bed.”

Kye focused on her mouth. “It really does. After my shower, how about we test it to see just how well the two of us will fit on it together?”

She placed a hand on his chest and stroked her thumb back and forth. “Better yet, why don’t I join you, then we can move to the bed. I could use a good wash.”

His cock twitched, hardening at Michaela’s offer. “Really now? I happen to be the perfect man for the job. I’ll make sure no part of you gets missed.”

Michaela gave him a sexy smile. “I had a feeling you wouldn’t turn it down.”

Kye took her hand and led her into the en suite bathroom. Even though they’d made love numerous times during the night, he still wanted her as desperately as he had then. The desire to possess his mate, it was almost a living, breathing thing that would always remain a part of him. With the mating bond firmly in place, there would never be anyone else for him. He was as much Michaela’s as she was his. He loved her with his whole heart and soul. He would do anything to keep her happy and safe, to the point of sacrificing his own life if need be. Mated male werewolves were noted for being overprotective of their claimed females at times. It was how they were wired.

After taking two towels from the shelf on the wall and putting them on the counter of the vanity, Kye turned back around to find Michaela already stripping out of her clothes. God, she was gorgeous. He’d never get sick of looking at her. Once she was down to her bra and panties, he brushed her hands away to remove the last articles of clothing himself.

He kissed her leisurely before he nibbled a path down the side of her neck. All the while, he worked on unhooking her bra. “Have I told you how much your body turns me on?” he asked against her skin.

Michaela chuckled, the sound low and husky. “Maybe a few times last night, but I don’t mind hearing it again.”

“Good, because I’ll probably say it a lot, especially when I have you almost naked in my arms like this.”

Kye straightened and skimmed Michaela’s bra straps down her arms and then off. His gaze latched onto her more than a handful breasts with their taut, rosy nipples. He bent and sucked one into his mouth, loving the feel of his mate’s fingers sinking into his hair to hold him exactly where she wanted him.

Switching to the other breast, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and pushed them down until they fell to pool at her feet. Michaela stepped out of them and kicked the silky material away.

Once he had her moaning, Kye released her nipple, straightening to his full height. Michaela’s cheeks were already blushed with arousal and her eyes were heavy-looking. “I’ll turn on the water to get it warm,” he said.

He turned his back to her, pulled his cell phone out of his pants pocket and placed it on the counter near the towels. He then opened the door of the glass enclosed shower. He stepped inside and turned the single knob on the faucet. Kye fiddled with it until the water was the correct temperature. Before he faced in the other direction to step out, Michaela’s arms came around him from behind. Her hands skimmed down his abs to the top of his jeans.

“I figured since you’re already in here, and you’ll probably want to change your jeans anyway, I’d just take them off for you now,” she said while pressing kisses to his back.

Kye sucked in a breath when she opened his pants and reached inside for his cock. Her fingers wrapped around it and stroked up and down his shaft. While she worked him, her other hand shoved down the back of his jeans and grabbed his ass. A low growl rumbled out of him.

She continued to fondle him until he rocked his hips forward in time with her strokes, pushing himself harder into her hand. He groaned, growing even harder. Michaela released him and tugged at his jeans, which were now soaking wet. It took her a couple of tries, since at first the material wouldn’t cooperate. With a flick of his foot, he kicked the garment in the corner. Michaela once again took hold of his cock. He let her pump it a few times before he pulled her hand away.

“Not that what you’re doing doesn’t feel good, because it does, but I think we’d better get to the washing first before I want to skip it entirely,” he said.

Michaela’s arms slipped from around him and she shifted to stand at his front. “Oh, I don’t want that to happen. You’re not going to deprive me of getting to soap up that hard body of yours.”

After taking hold of his arms, she turned him around so he was directly under the spray of warm water. She released him and grabbed the bottle of shampoo that sat on a recessed corner shelf. Kye wet his hair before slicking it back. Michaela motioned for him to lean down, then proceeded to wash and condition it. He did the same for her, relishing the feel of running his fingers through her silky locks.

He would’ve reached for the soap first, but Michaela beat him to it. She shook her finger at him while a playful grin spread across her face. Kye watched her hold the bar under the water before she worked up a lather.

Michaela’s soapy hands glided along the top of his chest, then worked their way lower, without missing any part of him. He moaned when she stopped just short of his cock and reached for one of his arms. She took her time running the soap along it, doing the same to the other.

Kye hadn’t thought his cock could get any harder until Michaela went down on her knees in front of him. She looked up while she rolled the bar between her hands. He closed his eyes to a squint, knowing they had to be mutedly glowing by now. She had him too worked up for them not to be. Watching her lick her lips, his erection bobbed in front of her. But instead of taking him into her mouth as he wished, she lowered her gaze and soaped his leg.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had such a torturous shower in my entire life,” he said in a gruff voice.

“You’re tough. I’m sure you can handle a little torture,” she replied with a small laugh.

“If you tease me too much, don’t be surprised to find yourself pressed against the wall while I take you from behind.”

“Who says I wouldn’t want that?”

Kye groaned as Michaela continued to wash his other leg. Once she was done, she rose to her feet. She lathered her hands again before she reached for his cock. He closed his eyes, holding back the loud growl that built inside him. The feel of her slippery hands surrounding him, stroking, had him fighting to hold back from coming.

All too soon, her fingers disappeared from his shaft and Michaela turned him around so his front faced the water. He then felt her hands sliding over his back, inching their way lower and lower. Kye fisted his hands at his sides to stop himself from pulling her to him. He’d let her finish, then it was his turn.

At his ass, she pressed closer and the tips of her breasts brushed against his skin. Michaela kneaded and squeezed each of his butt cheeks until he couldn’t take any more. Kye spun around and took the bar of soap from her.

“I think I’m clean enough,” he said huskily. “Now I get to do everything you did to me.”

He positioned her under the water before he lathered his hands. Kye took the same path she had taken on him, starting at her breasts and working his way down to her legs. He skimmed up the inside of her thighs, but avoided touching her pussy. Even through the water, he was able to smell the scent of her arousal. She whimpered when one of his knuckles accidentally brushed against her.

That one sound seemed to wrap around his cock and squeeze. Faster than he had intended, Kye turned Michaela and finished washing her, saving her pussy for last. He slipped a soapy finger between her nether lips and stroked. She panted and moaned, her bottom pushing back against his hard-on.

“Kye. Now who’s teasing whom?” Michaela reached around him and grabbed his ass.

That was it, he couldn’t take any more. He needed to be inside her right now. Holding her under the spray, he rinsed her off before turning Michaela so she faced one of the walls. Kye ran his hands down her arms until he reached hers. Those, he placed flat on the glass in front of her. He next took hold of her hips and pulled them toward him so she was slightly bent forward. With a knee between her legs, he spread them farther apart.

Keeping his grip on her, Kye angled his cock and slowly sank his length inside Michaela’s pussy. The sensation of her silken walls closing around him, gripping him tight, had him moaning. Rearing back, he pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in so he was balls deep. She fit him perfectly, sheathing him like a glove. Sex had been good before he’d found Michaela, but now, with her, it was even better. He was addicted to her, as if she were his drug of choice. He’d never get enough of her, and would do anything to get his next fix.

He pistoned his hips, taking her harder and faster. Their breathy gasps and moans rose in volume until they were louder than the sound of the running water. Michaela pushed back, matching each of his strokes, her pussy squeezing tighter around his plunging cock.

All too soon, Kye felt the point of no return rushing up to meet him. He skimmed a hand from her hip to her front and between her legs. Finding her clit, he stroked it in time with his thrusts. “Come for me, Michaela. I can’t hold back much longer.”

She moaned. “I’m there. Oh god, don’t stop.”

He felt her inner walls rhythmically clutch his shaft, milking him to his own orgasm. He pushed inside her one final time and held her tightly to him as his cock pulsed deep inside her pussy, his release tearing through him.

After the last tremor took him, Kye pulled out of Michaela, turned her and wrapped her in his embrace. “I think it’s time to test out the bed.”

She nipped his chin and smiled. “You won’t find me arguing, though I do have to say your shower passed with flying colors.”

Kye turned off the water and carried Michaela out through the glass door. He dried them both and took his mate to bed. He then proceeded to show her exactly what he could do with the extra room on the mattress.

Michaela awoke to the sensation of her stomach growling. She wasn’t sure what time it was, but she just knew it had been hours since she’d last had anything to eat. And with the amount of calories Kye and she had burned in his bed, there wasn’t any wonder she felt starved. At the rate they were going, she’d never have to worry about getting fat.

A quiet snore in her ear told her Kye still slept. She smiled. She’d probably worn him out, not that it was entirely her fault. The man kept an erection for so long he just seemed to keep going and going. He’d definitely ruined her for other men. But to be honest, she didn’t want another. She hadn’t told Kye yet, but she’d already made up her mind about moving in with him. He’d won her over to that idea. She’d move in with him tomorrow, if he wanted. The only drawback would be her commute to work, but she was sure she’d get used to it. After all, she’d come home every day to a mansion and the man she loved.

Michaela lifted Kye’s arm where it was draped over her waist and rolled toward him. He let out a loud snort, but didn’t awaken. She kissed him. “Kye, wake up.” He mumbled something she couldn’t understand, still mostly asleep. “Come on, sleepy head. I’m hungry. Are you going to let me starve?”

His brown eyes blinked open. “What time is it?” he asked groggily.

“I have no idea, but I know we’ve been in your room for hours.”

He gave her a crooked smile. “True. So what’s the final verdict? Was I able to have you side in my favor?”

She couldn’t help but grin at the playful look on Kye’s face. “Hmm, let me think.” She brushed her lips against his. “I don’t know if you did enough convincing or not.”

Kye rolled her to her back, landing on top of her. “Woman, we’ll never leave this room if you want me to give you more reasons as to why you should say yes.”

Michaela giggled. “Did you just call me woman?”

“Yes, because you’re mine. So, woman, are you going to put me out of my misery? Or do I have to kill myself pleasuring you for hours on end, since you’re so demanding.”

“As if you would find that a hardship. And I’m not demanding. If I recall correctly, it was you who kept things going, if you know what I mean?”

“Well, are you going to answer my question or not?”

With a dramatic sigh, she said, “If you insist. I have reached a decision.” She paused for effect. “I think my dresser is going to clash horribly with yours, unless you want to buy me a new one.”

Kye dropped his head and took her lips in a long, hot kiss that had her wanting him all over again. He finally pulled away and locked gazes with her. “I’ll buy you one and anything else you want. I’ll make sure you never regret moving in with me.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and played with the back of his hair. “How could I when I’ll be with the man who somehow won my heart in a matter of days?”

“And I promise to keep you safe.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Just so you know—you won mine the first time I saw you. I love you, Michaela. Don’t ever doubt it.”

“I love you too, Kye. And I won’t.”

Hoping he’d do more than kiss her after they’d just confessed their feelings for one another, Michaela groaned when Kye pulled out of her embrace and slipped off the bed. She ran her gaze over his body, lingering on his once again hard cock.

“Forget it,” he said. “We’re going to get dressed and find something to eat downstairs. Then once you’re fed, we’re off to your apartment to pack your clothes.”

She sat up. “You want to start moving me in today?”

Kye walked over to the closet and disappeared for a few seconds. He came back out with a fresh pair of jeans. “Damn right I do. I can’t sleep without you now. I’d probably lose my mind if I did.” He pulled on his pants, but left it undone.

He sounded so serious she had to laugh. “Well, I guess that’s a good thing, being wanted and needed that much.”

“Good, because I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.” Kye leaned over and caressed her cheek. “Where you go, I go.” He then straightened and went to his dresser.

Michaela watched him take out a gray t-shirt and tug it on. “Okay, but how are you going to manage that while I’m at work?” she asked with humor in her voice. “Are you going to follow me around the zoo all day?”

Kye turned in her direction and Michaela felt her smile disappear by degrees at the serious expression he wore. “Quit,” he said simply.

“Quit?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to leave the zoo and do what?” She’d just come to terms with moving in with Kye, and now, he dropped another bombshell on her.

He crossed to the bed and sat on the mattress beside her. He cupped her face and stroked his thumb along her cheek. “And do nothing, if that’s what you want. I’m not exactly hard up for money, as you know. I want to look after you. Let me. Please.”

“I don’t know if I like the idea of having to depend totally on you financially. Plus, there’s the fact that I love my job. I love working with the animals. I’d miss it, and I’d hate to quit, then later on down the road regret that decision.”

“What if I were to come up with some kind of alternative? Something that would allow you to do what you’re doing now, but only here at the mansion?”

She looked at Kye as if to say she didn’t think that would be possible. “What would that be? Unless you’re willing to open some kind of wild animal rescue or something.”

He smiled. “We’ll figure something out, but I want you to seriously consider quitting.”

“All right.”

“Good.” He released her and stood. “Get dressed, then we’ll go see what I can whip up for us in the kitchen.”

Michaela slipped off the bed and headed for the bathroom. If Kye didn’t stop throwing life-altering offers at her, she’d be a basket case in no time.