“You can think that all you want, lucky tiger. I just don’t think you’re right.”
“I guess time will tell,” Valens whispered, squeezing her knee with his palm.
“Yeah. Time will tell. As in, he’ll give me shit and then disappear again for a long time. See what I did there?”
He snickered. “Fine. Let’s not argue. We should get to bed. Get some rest after the day we’ve had.”
“We could do something else.” Isa grinned seductively at him.
“Not a chance, daredevil. I just finished restitching your arm. We’re not gonna have sex and run the risk of tearing them again.”
She giggled. “Damn, Valens. How hard do you think we can go?”
“The hardest, love. Which is why I’m gonna be a good little tiger and keep my hands off you until you’re healed up.”
She pouted, but no amount of convincing changed his mind. Isa did the next best thing. She leaned over, pressed her lips to his ear and whispered, “The second I’m healed, you’re gonna mate me.”
Valens was shocked by her words. “Are you serious?”
“Valens, I bought a mountain. The one that’s not five minutes away from here. I’m your mate. You and your family just destroyed a whole pride of lions and a human stalker to protect me. If you think I’m gonna leave, you seriously misunderstood my love of risks.”
He frowned. “What?”
“Think about it. My life here has been nothing but one risk, one adventure, one dive into the unknown after the other. I am so here for it, Valens. Mate me.”
His eyes darkened with lust, and he kissed her hard. “The second you’re healed, Isa, you’re mine.”
“Already am, lucky tiger. Nothing left but the formalities.” She winked at him before going up the stairs, shedding her clothing as she went.
The man could say he wanted to wait, but she’d dare him.
24
ISA
ONE WEEK LATER
It had been the longest week of Isa’s life.
Not only was her estranged father in town trying to make amends with her — yeah, that’s right — but she had also not been able to dare Valens to mate her already.
The man had been frustratingly true to his words and refused to get naked while her arm was still stitched.
Isa had never been so horny in her damn life.
It wasn’t easy being around Valens with his abs and smirk, all the while resisting him. At least she knew it was just as hard on him. Their week of no sexual contact had done a number on his stress ball collection. He’d accidentally destroyed more than a few.
Isa was actually jealous of the fucking things.
They got all of his hands.
She wanted his hands. His mouth. His dick.
Tonight would be the night. He removed the stitches before going to work in the morning. Isa had ordered a meal from The Tiger Cafe and even had a huge key lime pie from Aunt Macie’s shop.
They’d demolish the dessert and then, hopefully, demolish each other.
Isa had borrowed a dress from Bree because she didn’t own such a piece of clothing, but she wanted tonight to be as special as possible.
“Daredevil, I’m home,” Valens shouted before laughing to himself as he closed the front door behind him.
Isa had planned on going through the motions of letting the man come into the house, have dinner, and enjoy a leisure cup of coffee over dessert, but those plans went right out of the fucking window when she saw Valens coming toward her in the kitchen.
She took a run at him, launching herself into his arms. Quick to understand, he caught her, his hands going to her ass while she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“What’s happening?” he groaned between a series of kisses.
“You said we had to wait until I didn’t have stitches anymore. Well, guess what? My hot doctor took them out this morning.” She nibbled his ear as she ground into him. “Take me upstairs and make me your mate. Now.”
He chuckled before kissing her deeply. “Think I’m that easy?”
She giggled. “Think? Naw. Know. We’ve literally waited long enough. I need you.”
“Thank fuck for that.” Valens sighed before climbing up the steps at shifter speed. “Is that why you wore a dress, daredevil? Because you wanted to make sure you got yours?”
“Yup.”
He lifted the hem up her legs, exposing her skin at an infuriating slow speed. Isa wanted to rush him, but it was intoxicating to see her man enjoying this moment as much as he was. Once he got to her thighs, he growled low. “You’re not wearing panties.”
“I wanted to get to the good stuff. I figured if you insisted on eating first, I could really torture you.”
“Oh, I plan on eating first, all right.”
“What?” she pouted, her desire dampening at his words.
Valens ripped the dress off her and threw it on the ground. He growled again when he saw she wasn’t wearing a bra, either. Confused, Isa pursed her lips. Did he want to eat dinner with her naked?
But when Valens dropped to his knees in front of her, she understood.
He ran his tongue along the seam of her, gripped her hips. “This isn’t gonna work. On the bed. Now.”
Isa giggled. “Bossy.”
He smacked her ass, licking his lips. “I need more of you. Don’t make me wait, or you’ll regret it.”
She laid on the bed, and a still fully clothed Valens lay on top of her. He kissed a line down her body until he reached her navel. He tongued her belly button, making her giggle before moving on to her slit. He licked his way up the slit again. His swipes were long and slow as he took his time exploring her slick folds. His tongue found the sensitive nub, and he toyed with it, suckling gently and nibbling on it.
Isa moaned his name, arching her hips to meet his mouth. Her body was consumed by the pleasure Valens gave her. He knew just where to lick, where to suck. How much pressure to apply. It was most definitely a mate thing.
The man knew how to touch her to drive her wild.
And he took his knowledge and brought her to the brink with it. Her release announced itself with powerful pangs of pleasure deep in her core. Sensing she was nearing completion, Valens dipped two fingers into her tight channel, pumping in and out of her in a fast but delicious rhythm.
Isa bucked off the bed, grinding into him as her orgasm exploded inside her. Valens growled his own pleasure at making his mate come on his tongue, rubbing his thick erection over his pants.
“I think you better let me handle that,” she sighed happily, making her way over to him on shaking limbs. She pulled his belt from its loops before tugging at the zipper. The pants and underwear were gone, quickly joined by his shirt. Isa explored the hard ridges of his abs with the tips of her fingers. She followed the line of muscle down to his waiting erection, drawing out the moment.
“You’re being evil. Are you gonna touch me or not, daredevil?”
She giggled, traveling back up much to his displeasure.
“What are you doing? Wrong way...”
Isa shrugged. “You’re impatient.”
“And you just came. Pretty sure that means it’s time for another one.”