Outlaw (Wolves of Royal Paynes #4) - Kiki Burrelli Page 0,38

taste differently than the black ones?

Somehow, he was also broader, and I was pretty sure I spotted an extra pack on those abs. Maybe that wasn't humanly possible, but Diesel wasn't human. He was a shifter. An alpha. Such a fucking alpha. I wanted to climb him like a tree and ride him like it was windy.

"It's hot work moving your stuff where it belongs."

So we were both just going to ignore the obvious fact that he wasn't sweating. Okay. Cool.

"Don't worry, baby," Diesel said, catching me once again ogling parts of his body. "Only one more load and then if you have anything to ask me, I'll be here to hear it."

Yes, Diesel was arrogant. That wasn't the issue at hand.

My wraiths made me feel safe. They were amazing cuddlers and always knew how to soothe and relax me, but Diesel made me want to rip my clothes off, howl at the moon, and hump his face. Or he could hump mine. I'd need a whole lot of time figuring out how to get my mouth around that beast, but I'd give it my best shot.

But damn it, why did he have to be so cocky? He expected me to beg. Like he didn't want into my pants just as badly?

This wasn't anything like how our dynamic used to be. I'd hardly ever given him a reason to be truly angry with me. For the most part, I'd done what Diesel said when he told me to do it. In return, he'd been gentle and compassionate.

Those things were still inside him, but he was also rough in his responses. Hard.

But, like he'd said, if you're alive, you changed, and at least this change in our relationship—the one I was failing at pretending didn't exist—made me weak at the knees.

When he returned with the rest of my stuff, he didn't immediately begin putting the items away like the times before. He set the boxes down, as well as the rest of the jackets Sitka had made for me, and shut the door. The lock clicked into place, making me flinch. I wouldn't beg from this man. He was mine. I'd take what I wanted.

"So—" he said, but there wasn't time for him to finish.

I launched forward, leaping in the air and wrapping my arms and legs around Diesel's body like a monkey. He caught me easily and held me with just as much ease. "Fuck me, now," I demanded, making sure it sounded like an actual demand. Before he could reply, I clamped my lips over his. The angle was a little odd, me coming from above, but I liked how I could easily nibble his bottom lip. He'd changed, but I had too. Maybe the old Quinlan would've gladly begged, but I took what I wanted now.

Diesel growled, kissing me back. Once he took over, the angle felt even better. He pulled away, much sooner than I would've liked. "No." He kissed my nose.

I barely felt the kiss. He was rejecting me? A surge of freezing cold humiliation soaked me to the bone. Was this the part where Pierce's fantasy dream turned into a nightmare?

Diesel pushed his face against my neck and inhaled for several seconds.

He didn't want to have sex with me, but he wanted to sniff me?

"Sweet omega, I'm covered in dust and sweat. I need to wash."

That wasn't a flat-out rejection—and he'd called me his omega—so maybe I could show my face in this hemisphere again. "Okay."

I pushed against his chest, planning on hiding somewhere suitable, like in the closet or under the bed. Diesel slid his hands lower to more firmly cup my ass before carrying me with him into the bathroom, where he shut the door.

He continued to carry me as he moved quickly around the room, starting the water, rummaging through a drawer for a bottle of bath bubbles. The thick liquid poured from the bottle in a single stream that quickly filled the bathtub with white foam. The tub was as large as three tubs pressed together. Diesel was a big man, both in size and attitude, but there was more than enough room in that tub for him and another body.

Jealousy sliced my midsection like a hot knife.

"Why?" Diesel grunted, his arm's tightening as he sensed my distress.

"Big tub for just you," I muttered.

His thick, shapely eyebrows curved into a V. "That's the point."

I didn't hear his words, not really. The sounds broke apart, coming together to form the ring of