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  Kit rose. He would play her game, if only until he was able to recollect his thoughts. He took off his shirt and folded it. Ideas rifled through his brain. He needed to regain control and he had to do it quickly.

  Kara wanted to have sex and distract him from knowing more about her. Lee was right. He would have to arm himself with patience, but it was clear it’d be the only way to get his mate to open up to him. Otherwise, theirs would be a relationship based solely on the physical and he wanted more. It’d be what he’d always dreamed about: a mate who understood him, who was on the same wavelength as him. He knew the possibility stood in front of him and he wouldn’t let it go. A plan formed in his mind.

  Finally, he slipped off his jeans. His cock jumped out, thick and already leaking pre-cum. His eagle screeched in anticipation of what was to come.

  Not yet, my friend.

  He went around the desk. Kara glanced up at him. Her lips parted in expectation. Kit ignored her and sat down on the leather office chair. Kara’s brow lifted.

  “So you expect me to do all the grunt work?” She placed her hands on her hips. They were slim, just like the rest of her. Kit dipped his gaze to her pussy. She was aroused, the evidence glistening under the light like raindrops on grass. He couldn’t wait to be inside her. He palmed his cock, spreading his juice.

  He clenched his teeth. Be strong.

  “No, babe, you’re going to suck me first.”

  “What?” She scowled, but she was unable to stop the tip of her tongue from traveling over her lips. Greedy little owl. Kit grinned.

  “If my cock is gonna fit in your cunt, it has to be dripping and the best lubrication I have around here is your mouth.”

  “I’m pretty wet already,” she admitted, wringing her hands.

  “Let me check.”

  “No,” she cried.

  Kit guffawed. “I’m gonna be shoving my mouth and my cock up your pussy but you don’t want me to see how wet you are?”

  She gave him a death stare. “Fine. I suppose you’re right.”

  “I love hearing you say that. Stand here.” He pointed to the space between his legs. Shyly, she went to him. Kit ran his fingertips down her spine. She arched her back.

  “Spread ’em,” he told her, placing his hand between her thighs.

  She did as he asked and he cupped her pussy. He whistled appreciatively.

  “Fuck, you are soaked.” Kit sniggered. “And you didn’t want me or anything to do with me, right?” he asked, sliding his fingers across her nether lips.

  “Nothing,” she replied.

  He circled her hole, gently pushing the tip of his finger inside. A low whimper escaped her.

  “Absolutely nothing,” he agreed. He entered her fully and she moaned, thrusting her hips at the same time. God, she was tight. “You’re dripping, but I need you to be gushing.”

  “Keep doing what you’re doing and I’ll get there,” she replied, rolling her hips.

  He flicked her clit. She gasped.

  “Little owl is close, isn’t she?”

  She nodded.

  “You’ve been horny all day, haven’t you, Kara? Thinking about my cock inside you.”

  He introduced another finger.

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  “Two fingers and you’re already putty in my hands? I don’t know how you’re going to manage with my dick.”

  He stood up, pressing his front to her back, his cock nudging her from behind.

  “Kit,” she murmured.

  “Yeah, babe?”

  “Fuck me.”

  “Soon.”

  Kissing her neck, he enjoyed the shiver that racked through her. His mate. Bending his head, he inhaled her fragrance. She smelled sweet, like a coniferous forest after a spring shower. A surge of affection mingled with possessiveness. He’d win her over.

  He pressed a third finger into her, curling them over her G-Spot. Kara whimpered and rolled her hips, rubbing her ass against his cock. Kit drew in a shaky breath. If she kept that up, he’d lose control, and he couldn’t. Not yet. “Don’t do that,” he warned her.

  “Why?”

  Pulling out, he spun her to face him and sat her atop the wooden desk. Kara’s lips curved into a sensual smile.

  “Do me.”

  Kit sucked in his cheeks. Was he dreaming? Did this woman truly belong with him?

  “You’re gorgeous,” he said, his voice coming out in a hoarse whisper.

  “Quit the sentimentality and fuck me.”

  He swallowed drily. No, she wasn’t his yet. Soon.

  Grabbing his cock, he slid the thick head across her slit, relishing the way it parted her lips. Kara threw her head back and spread her legs further. He repeated the movement, moving his length up and down her slick folds.

  “Kit, stop teasing.”

  Tension crept up his neck. Dear God, he hoped his plan didn’t bomb. He took a step away from her.

  “Kit?”

  “You know, little owl, since you won’t tell me what you’re hiding, I’ve decided I don’t want to have sex with you right now.”

  Chapter Nine

  Kit breathed slowly through his nose. This was probably the hardest thing he’d done in his life. His chest throbbed with a keening ache, and a sorrowful cry filled his ears. His eagle was not happy.

  Kara sat up, an incredulous look on her face. “You don’t mean that. Your dick looks like it’s going to burst.”

  It probably would the moment he got out of here.

  “I meant every word. I’m gonna leave you like this. Hot and bothered and thinking about my cock and how much you want it.” Unable to resist, he tabbed the mushroom head against her clit and watched, fascinated as a dribble of liquid slid from between her slit and onto the dip of her ass. “You’re going to masturbate, Kara, and you’re going to fantasize about me, but it won’t be enough, little owl.” He grazed her clit with his thumb, making her jump. “You’ll imagine me stretching you, filling you completely, ramming into you until you can hardly breathe.”

  She grabbed his arm. “You can’t do this. I have three exams coming up. I need to study and if we don’t have sex I won’t be able to focus.”

  “For a business exam, right?”

  “No, I mean, yes.”

  Kit chuckled. She couldn’t even lie properly.

  “When you’re ready to explain more, call me, little owl. Meanwhile, you’re going to have to deal with the arousal.”

  “This is ridiculous,” she stated, crossing her arms.

  Kit laughed. It sure was, but he wasn’t about to tell her that.

  “You know what is ridiculous?” he said, instead. “You thinking we could have a wham-bam, thank you ma’am. I can see your owl reflected in your eyes. Your feathers are coming out,” he said, gently caressing the nape of her neck where indeed a tiny fluff of a feather had sprouted. “We’re mates, whether you like it or not. We both have a lot to learn, and this is just the first lesson, Kara.”

  Leaning over her, he kissed her cheek and grabbed his neatly folded clothing.

  “Here is my number,” he said, taking a pen and scribbling it on the corner of her notebook. “When you decide to speak, give me a call. I’ll be waiting.”

  Quickly, Kit redressed. He didn’t look at Kara, but he could sense her gaze on him, angry and frustrated. She had no idea how badly he wanted her, but he wanted a mate, not just a quick fuck.

  “So you really are leaving,” she said when he was at the door.

  “I’m a man of my word, little owl.”

  “Good riddance,” she said.

  He chuckled.

  “Talk to you soon, babe.”

  Without another word, Kit walked out. Stifling heat punched him in the face, mingling with the reality of his situation. Kit forcefully rubbed his knuckles against his head.

  “Shit,” he growled.

  Kara’s pussy scent wafted to his nose. His cock jumped, confined as it was against his jeans. He didn’t even know how he
’d managed to stuff it back into his pants. Force of will, he supposed.

  If his little owl wanted to play games, so be it. He hated the idea with a passion, but if she wanted him to be the big, bad predator, then he’d comply. When he caught her, though, he was never letting go.

  Chapter Ten

  Kara didn’t move for at least five minutes. She dug her nails onto the cheap wood, leaving half-moon marks.

  How dare he just get up and leave her like this? She looked down at herself. The image of his cock grazing her pussy jumped to the front of her mind. Her owl beat its wings against her chest, sending it into palpitations.

  Mate.

  No.

  Asshole. Yes.

  Kara jumped down and redressed. She wiped down the table and reorganized her books. None of it mattered. She had three more exams coming up. The last round before graduation and her internship in France, away from her family and Kit. A ball of lead landed hard in her stomach and she shivered, a sudden cold feeling taking possession of her body.

  No, this wasn’t about Kit. She was upset about leaving behind her family. She rubbed the heel of her palm against her chest. She’d cried when she’d made the decision to move abroad. Reality was catching up with her.

  Kara opened one of her books and started to read. Her vision blurred, her thoughts straying back to her encounter with Kit. She covered her face with her hands. His face popped behind her lids. Glittering eyes and a smile so bright, she craved to see it every day. But she’d never see it again. Sudden, overwhelming sadness overtook her and her eyes filled with tears.

  “No,” she cried.

  He was a stranger. A man she’d just met. No one important.

  “Study, Kara. This is what you’ve always wanted.”

  But the smell of sex permeated the air and his image changed to what she’d seen a few minutes ago. Chiseled abs, colorful tattoos covering thick arms and pecs, a tapered waist and a dick so big she feared it wouldn’t fit. Her clit twitched.

  “What the heck is wrong with you?” she yelled.

  You’ll imagine my cock stretching you, filling you.

  Closing her eyes, Kara stroked her pussy. She whimpered.

  Shit. Shit. Shit. She was doomed.

  ****

  Kara glanced at her clock. Six AM. He’d been galvanizing on his bike at that time yesterday so he was probably awake and if he wasn’t, well, too bad. She couldn’t take it anymore. Unable to focus on her material, she’d gone home. She’d taken a shower, hoping to relax and catch some sleep, but instead, she’d masturbated. Her libido didn’t decrease. She’d fallen into bed and done it again, replaying every single one of Kit’s words. She’d fallen asleep for maybe a half an hour before she’d woken up again. She’d taken a cold shower to no avail. Had a cup of tea, watched some TV, and attempted to study again. Nothing. She couldn’t rid herself of the cavorting desire to be with him.

  Picking up the notebook where he’d scribbled his number, she dialed. It’d just be sex. A quick hanky-panky and she’d be on her way.

  “Hello?”

  “Kit.”

  “Hey, little owl.”

  “You were right,” she blurted out. “I’m studying something my parents don’t approve of, engineering, and that’s why I’m hiding it.”

  “Your parents don’t approve of you studying for an engineering degree?” he echoed.

  “No. They want me to work in the family business.”

  Kit swore. “What is wrong with them? Don’t they realize how brilliant you are? And the possibilities you could have in life away from this gritty neighborhood?”

  The corner of Kara’s lips lifted and warmth spread across her limbs. It was nice to have someone on her side unconditionally.

  ‘Thanks,” she said. “No, they don’t get it. I think they worry about me leaving. I want to work for Airbus and—” She clamped her mouth shut. Too much information.

  “And?”

  “Nothing. Let’s meet up and fuck.” She swallowed. “I’m desperate. I have three exams coming up, Kit. I need to be able to study. Please, help me.”

  She sounded frantic, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t afford to lose any more hours. She had to get rid of this maddening arousal.

  There was silence on the other end of the line. She could almost hear the wheels of Kit’s mind turning. She’d said too much and now he was wondering how he could use it to his advantage.

  “I’ve masturbated twice and I can’t stop thinking about you,” she said, hoping to distract him.

  “I know, babe. I haven’t been able to get rid of my erection.” He sighed. “I’ll be there in thirty minutes. I know the building, but what’s the number?”

  She gave him the details and hung up. She looked around her. Thirty minutes? What was she supposed to do in that time?

  Kara was fluffing up the bedroom pillows when the doorbell rang. Taking a deep breath, she headed for the entrance. Sex. This was all about the primal urge to fuck. Nothing else. She threw the door open. Emotions clashed within her like waves against the shore. Her owl fluttered its wings, battling to jump out and perform the mating dance. Goosebumps sprouted on her flesh and liquid rushed to her core at the same time. Her knees wobbled.

  “Hey,” Kit said.

  “Hi.”

  He smiled and it was almost as if everything around her ceased to exist.

  “Can I come in?”

  “Sure. Sorry.”

  Kara moved out of the way and allowed him inside. She observed him. Somehow, even though her apartment was tiny and Kit was large, he moved around as if he’d visited her hundreds of times, as if he belonged. The thought scared her.

  “Can I get you anything to drink?”

  “A glass of water would be great. Is this your family?” he asked, looking at one of the pictures on the wall.

  “Yes, Mom and Dad and my older brother.”

  “They look, um, traditional.”

  “They are,” she agreed. “Ice?”

  “Please,” he replied.

  She dug out a few cubes from the fridge, taking the opportunity to collect her thoughts. As soon as he’d drunk the water, she’d jump him. All these questions unnerved her, not to mention, she was wasting time.

  She emerged from the kitchen and found him settled onto her couch, browsing through one of her books.

  “So what kind of engineering is it that you’re studying? Thanks,” he said, taking the glass from her.

  “Aeronautical,” she replied.

  His eyes rounded.

  “Wow, babe. And your parents aren’t proud?”

  She pressed her lips, allowing the familiar surge of anger to pass. Too many personal questions for someone who wasn’t going to be part of her life.

  “Can we talk about something else? Or just have sex?”

  Kit took a long gulp of his drink. “So you want to get down to business?”

  “Yes.”

  His gaze traveled up and down her body, snaring on her breasts, before dipping lower. Her pussy pulsed in response.

  “Tell me what you’ve been fantasizing about,” Kit said.

  “What?”

  “You said you’ve masturbated twice. I want to know what you were thinking about.”

  “Why?”

  He smiled broadly and offered his hand. She hesitated. Sex, she reminded herself. They were only talking and having sex. She slid her palm into his and he tugged her onto his lap. Gently, he grasped her chin and tilted her head so they made eye contact.

  “Because, little owl, if I can, I’m going to make them come true.”

  A delicious shiver raced across her spine. Kit leaned in and kissed her, softly. She dragged her fingers into his hair, drawing him closer, but he didn’t respond the way she wanted him to. He took his time to trace the contours of her lips, before finally sliding his tongue against hers and initiating an erotic danced which fired every cell in her body. Moaning, Kara pressed closer. She rocked her hips against his erection, wi
shing to devour him and taste every inch of him until they fused into one being. Her pulse beat erratically, her flesh sizzling with uncontrolled erotic energy.

  Kit pulled back. “Tell me,” he demanded hoarsely.

  Kara pressed her cheek to his, her mouth almost at his ear. “You fucked me against the wall.”

  “Very doable,” he said, sliding his hands beneath her robe and cupping her ass. He pinched her bottom. Kara yelped.

  “What else?”

  “And over Lee’s desk. Hard. Fast. Stretching me like you promised you would.”

  Kit groaned and opened her garment, exposing his breasts to his gaze.

  “Can be managed,” he said.

  “And you?”

  He blinked, apparently taken aback.

  “I imagined all of it and more, little owl.” He pinched her nipple and she gasped.

  “Fuck me,” she pleaded.

  “Soon.”

  Her nipple disappeared into his mouth. Kara bucked her hips.

  “Harder,” she encouraged him.

  He swirled his tongue around the nub, then sucked deeply.

  “Yes,” Kara cried out, rocking against him. “Fuck me, Kit.”

  He switched breasts and reached between her legs, sliding his index and middle finger across her labia, parting it.

  “I don’t think you’re wet enough,” he said.

  She gaped at him. “Come on. I know you’re well-endowed, but do you really think it won’t fit?” She chuckled incredulously.

  Kit picked her up and placed her on his feet. “Look at your size and now look at mine.”

  He unzipped his jeans and his cock sprung out. Kara swallowed. His erection was impressive, proudly standing out in a nest of neatly trimmed golden hairs. The veins on the shaft stood out and the swollen head leaked pre-cum. Her mouth watered.

  “I don’t even think it’ll fit your mouth,” Kit said, rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip.

  “Is that a challenge?”

  She glanced up at him. His eyes mocked her.

  “Take it as you will, little owl.”

  “Let’s make a bet,” she offered.

  “I’m all ears.”

  “If it fits in my mouth, you fuck me.”

  “And if it doesn’t?” Kit asked.