Come Here, Kitten (God of War Book 1), стр. 90

I broke the pretzel into two pieces, dipped one into the bowl, and gazed over into his soft brown eyes. “What’ve you been thinking about?”

“About those pups that you rescued from your mother’s pack.” He swallowed hard. “Finding my mom dead in the bed screwed me up, and I don’t want those kids to end up like me.”

My eyes widened, and I grasped his cheek from across the table, brushing my thumb over his slight stubble. “Mars, you’re not screwed up. Having both you and Ares makes you … you.”

“I know,” he said quietly. “But it took me a long time to accept that Ares and I wouldn’t ever be one again, that I’ll always be like this …” He swallowed hard. “I … didn’t have much of a support system after my mom died. Dad was … off in his own world. The only person I really could rely on was June, a family friend who’s also a therapist in this pack.”

I smiled at him. “You have me now.”

He grasped my wrist and rubbed his thumb in small circles on it. “I know. But those kids don’t know anyone here. I was thinking about having them over once a week to talk about what happened or … to help them adjust to their lives here. Have June come over too. Do you … think that’s a good idea?”

“You want to have a support group for the pups?” I asked, running my fingers over his knuckles. My heart swelled with an abundant amount of love for this man.

The god of war cared, for not only the people he loved, but also for people he barely even knew. Those rumors didn’t do him justice. He commanded the strongest pack, had the most land, and did so many things for himself … but he loved. Hard. And anyone who tried to get to know him would understand that, behind that violent man, there wasn’t only hurt and damage, but also so much love.

Mars scratched the back of his head, the mere idea looking as if it was making him uncomfortable when I had said it out loud. “If you don’t think it’s a good idea, then we don’t have to do it. I just thought—”

I placed my lips on his and pulled him into a kiss. “Of course I think it’s a good idea. It just surprised me, coming from you.” I cupped his chin in my hand and leaned my forehead against his. “And once I see how good you are with the pups”—I bit my lip softly and smiled—“maybe I’ll give you some.”

He growled and snatched my jaw. “Oh, Kitten, don’t tease me like that.”

“Or what?” I asked. “What is my big, bad alpha going to do about it?”

“I didn’t get a chance to eat my breakfast this morning.” He inched closer, grazing his nose against mine. “I’ll have to take you right here on our kitchen table.”

“That’s if …”

“If what?” he asked, eyes shifting from brown to gold.

“If you can catch me, Alpha.” I slipped under his arm, ran down the hallway, and was caught by the wrist, thrust against the wall, and pinned to it.

Mars stared down at me, lips curled into a smirk. “Trying to run away from me again, Kitten?” he asked. “Remember what happened last time you tried that.” He stepped closer to me and ground his hips against the front of my pants. “You had my cum being pushed back up into your tight little pussy.”

“I don’t remember,” I said with a teasing smile on my face. “Maybe you can help me remember.”

He chuckled deeply in my ear, picked me up, and walked with me to our bedroom. “I’d be more than happy to do that again.”

Burying his face into my neck, he bit down softly on Ares’s mark, sucked the skin into his mouth, and drew his tongue over each of the tiny scars.

“Do you like when I toy with our mark?” he asked me, his stubble brushing against it.

I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist and nodded against his muscular shoulder.

With his breath warming my neck, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled it back, so I looked him right in the eye. “Use your words.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

After growling under his breath, he tossed me onto the bed. I landed with a thump and sank into the blankets. He snatched my ankle in one of his hands, pulled me to the edge of the bed, undid my jeans, and tugged them off me.

“Spread your legs for me, Kitten, like you did the first night we met.”

Heat warmed my core, and my cheeks flushed as I thought back to the first night I’d met him and the orgasm after orgasm after orgasm he had given me. I spread my legs and watched him dip his head between them, mouth immediately finding my clit.

“Do you remember how many times I made you come?” he asked, parting my folds with his fingers to give himself better access. After sliding them down my slit to my entrance, he pressed his fingers against it, making the pressure in my core rise. “Seventeen times, Kitten, and I’m ready to do it again.”

He pushed his fingers inside of me, and I clenched hard on him, my back arching. Pleasure rolled through me. I grasped the bedsheets in my fists and moaned to the Moon Goddess, feeling like I could tip over the edge any minute.

“Think you still have it in you?” I asked between raspy breaths.

He curled his fingers right over my G-spot, and I came almost instantly.

“Don’t sass me, Kitten. I can stay here all day and listen to those pretty moans of yours.”

Light flooded in through the curtains, hitting every angle of Mars’s face and making those godlike features come alive. The man, the myth, the wolf that the Goddess had blessed.

“This isn’t over,” Mars said, looking over at me from the other side of the bed with those wolfish-golden eyes of his.