Declan - Heart of a Tiger (Royal Taiga Streak #1) - J.R. Loveless Page 0,18

Sean’s mouth with his own. This time the kiss was anything but placid and loving. It was passionate and lustful. Declan plunged his tongue inside Sean, dying for a taste of the man meant to be his. His hands fisted into the sheets beside Sean as he fought his natural urge to grab the man and strip away the barriers between them, wanting nothing more than to claim the beautiful shifter for his own.

A gasping moan reverberated against Declan’s eardrums and he eagerly swallowed it. Declan slid a hand beneath Sean to cup the back of his head, holding him steady for the ravaging kiss. His body hummed with the need to dominate Sean, but he would never do anything to harm Sean. His mate was still healing. He forced himself to break the kiss and buried his face in the pillow beside Sean. Declan could feel his skin trembling as he kept his weight off Sean’s prone form and tried to gather himself.

“Declan?” Sean asked uncertainly near Declan’s ear. But it was the touch of Sean’s hand on his side which caused Declan to raise his head.

“I’m sorry,” Declan rasped.

A healthy red flushed Sean’s cheeks and his lips were swollen from the hard kiss. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. You’re still injured and I-“ Declan broke off his words.

“I liked it,” Sean admitted softly.

Declan groaned at the innocent words. His dick jerked inside his pants. Sliding away from Sean, Declan perched on the edge of the bed, one leg bent at the knee while the other dangled over the side. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

He heard Sean’s breath catch and smiled. He took Sean’s hand in his, brought it to his lips, and kissed the backs of Sean’s fingers. “How would you like to come downstairs for dinner tonight?”

A smile lit Sean’s face. “Yeah?”

“I think you’re up for it. Just promise me you’ll let me know if it’s gets to be too much.”

Sean eagerly nodded. “I will.”

“Good. It’ll be just us, Rose, the girls, Ronnie, and maybe one or two others.”

“I’d like to see Ronnie again,” Sean said.

“I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you, too.”

Declan spent the remainder of the afternoon with Sean telling him about the streak, how many members they had, and how there were other clans out in the world as well. He also explained about the Council of Shifters, an elite number of elders who watched over their kind and ensured they did nothing to endanger themselves or others like them. He relished the fascination he saw on Sean’s face as he talked and would spend the rest of his life doing whatever he could to see such an expression on his mate’s features. The only interruption came in the return of Victor and the others, but Declan forewent hearing the report until after the evening meal, not wishing to ruin the time he spent with Sean with bad news.

When it was time for dinner, he helped Sean put on a clean pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt another streak member had loaned them until the clothing Declan had ordered arrived. Sean trembled with eagerness as Declan helped guide him down the stairs to the dining room making Declan happy he’d suggested Sean join everyone despite his injuries.

7

Sean

The rest of the house matched the opulence of the bedroom, in Sean’s opinion anyway. He’d never seen such beautiful hardwood floors, plush carpeting, and shining furniture before. The gleaming oak of the staircase caught his eye the moment they stepped out of the bedroom and Sean stared in wonder. Everything in his father’s place had been dilapidated, falling down, or dirty. The railings in the house had been missing spindles or were entirely gone. Most of the walls throughout the hallways leading into the dining room Declan led him to were white. Some had paintings or mirrors and others had pictures of what Sean was certain were streak members. He could only hope Declan would let him explore further once he’d healed properly. The need to see more itched beneath his skin.

But it was the sheer breathtaking display of food on a long dark cherry dining table which caused Sean to stop, his mouth dropping open in shock. He’d never seen so many different and wonderful dishes in his life. His stomach growled and clenched at the same time. Plates of greens, meats, baskets of bread, glasses of what appeared to be water, and what Sean knew to be some type of potato