Outlaw (Wolves of Royal Paynes #4) - Kiki Burrelli Page 0,39

a boxing bell. "If you think I am getting into a tub where you have…messed around with some other…some other…hussy, then you have another thing coming, mister."

Diesel beamed. As infuriating as it was, his smile still made my breath tremble. "I put this tub in after we found you, as well as all of the smelly stuff."

My lips twitched, threatening to smile. The smelly stuff must've been the bubble bath and lotion bottles on the counter. I knew he didn't use that stuff; he didn't smell like anything but himself.

"I haven't touched a single hussy, Quinlan. You're my mate. My fucking mate. Why would I ever want to touch anyone else?"

I licked my lips, both to wet the dry skin and to ease their trembling. "But…I was dead. You thought I was dead."

"So?" He lifted me to sit on the edge of the tub and knelt between my legs. Even in that position he was taller, but only by a little. He grabbed the hem of my shirt, fingering the fabric as though he was looking at the gates to nirvana. "There's no one else for me, Quinlan. No one. No matter what. That was never the question." As he spoke, he let his fingertips glide under my shirt, bringing goosebumps in his wake.

"Then what was the question?" I gasped.

The look he gave me was potent. We weren't playing. And we weren't waiting, not any more. "Is this your favorite shirt?"

I shook my head.

Diesel tore the shirt from my chest like it was made of wet paper. He brushed the flapping sides off my shoulders, tossing it to the side. He didn't ask before gripping the crotch of my pants and tearing a large hole where the seams met. He lifted my hips from the tub with one hand, steadying me with his other splayed between my shoulder blades.

I caught myself on the other side of the tub, reclining so far back, if he dropped my hips, I'd be unable to stop myself from plopping into the water. He gripped my hips tightly, making it clear I didn't have to worry about that possibility.

Diesel brought the apex of my thighs to his face. His nose buried between my cock and balls—still clothed by my boxer briefs—and inhaled, breathing me in like a drowning man breaking the surface.

I could only whimper as my alpha scented me in the most primal of ways. My cock was hard, leaking precum at an embarrassing rate. Diesel growled at the dark spot on my briefs, where my dick strained against the fabric. He pressed his face forward and nuzzled the cum stain.

"Mine," he grunted, immediately fulfilling the beginning of about half the fantasies I'd ever had of him. How many times had I stroked myself to completion, imagining him growling that one word? Diesel made a low, unhappy whine. "Need you to smell like me. Only me."

He ripped open my underwear. I was surprised they'd lasted that long. When there was nothing on my body to separate his tongue from my skin, he closed his eyes and lapped a single line from my balls and up the line of my rigid cock. He repeated the motion, licking over and over, changing the angle so that when he was finished, his tongue had swiped over every inch of my core.

I moaned, unable to care about who might hear me. The motion didn't feel explicitly sexual—any more sexual anyway, than his tongue on my balls already was. It felt more like a cleansing as he laved away the world, replacing it all with only him. His scent. Diesel lifted my hands from the edge of the tub as though I was as heavy as a feather. I curled into him, not bothering to cling to him. He had me without my help.

"Diesel…" I whispered as he lowered me into the hot water. My heart spun. Leaving his arms was the last thing I wanted. "…am I awake? Is this really happening?"

"Yes, baby boy, yes." He stripped in a blink of an eye, sensing how much I needed back in his arms. He lifted my dripping body from the water, bringing my back to his chest before dipping beneath the steaming water. He squeezed his arms, nestling my ass against his humongous cock. "You're awake. This is real. I have you in my arms, and I will fight until I am dead to keep you here."

He leaned forward, pushing my front closer to the water to grab the