Outlaw (Wolves of Royal Paynes #4) - Kiki Burrelli Page 0,74

stand the idea that any part of us might be coerced—fake. But I do trust you. I do."

His thumb grazed over my lips and cheek while he caressed my nape with his index finger.

I shivered, fluttering my eyes closed at the sensation before finding his gaze again.

"Good boy."

His kiss was shorter than I expected before he set me down and turned me in the other direction.

"Hold on to the post," Diesel ordered with his lips tickling my earlobe.

I reached for the wood post obediently, giving a questioning hum only after I'd done as he asked.

"Somehow, at some time, you got it in your head that your gift is what made our relationship. You must need me to remind you." Said from a different pair of lips, that might not have sounded so threatening, but his casual tone hid unwavering intent.

I licked my lips, careful to keep my hands where they were. "How will you remind me?"

Diesel grinned. He looked like he'd enjoyed the tremble in my words that I hadn't been able to hide. He was my protector, but Diesel would always first be a predator. He stood behind me, nuzzling the side of his face against my neck to deposit his scent while taking mine in. "First, I'm going to undress you."

He pulled my pants down in one fluid motion that took my underwear with it.

I squeaked, feeling the strangest urge to cover myself. Not only had Diesel already seen everything I packed—I wanted him to see me. But the move had been so sudden, like a table suddenly without its cloth. Ta-da.

My shirt met a worse fate, splitting apart under Diesel's claws.

He kissed my now naked shoulder, spreading the kisses down my arm to a spot on my wrist that he rubbed against his cheek.

I closed my eyes, getting lost in Diesel's gentle lips and soft caresses.

"Quinlan…"

"Hm?" I kept my eyes shut, floating on a cloud.

"Who is your alpha?"

He wasn't asking me who was Alpha of the pack, but who my alpha was. If I hadn't already been flying so high, I might've protested the possessive name game, but the only thing I wanted to do at that moment was please him. "You. It's you, Diesel. You know that."

Diesel nodded his head like we were in the middle of an interview and he was jotting down my answer. He suddenly dropped to his knees behind me, and I craned back to see him, but couldn't twist very far while keeping my short arms attached to the poster.

My question was answered in the next minute anyway when Diesel spread my cheeks open and buried his face between them. For several glorious seconds, the sounds he made were messy and loud, sounding vaguely like a velociraptor receiving its daily cow.

I howled and attempted to drive my ass back.

Diesel already had hold of my greedy hips, keeping me where he wanted. "And what is an alpha to you?" He lifted his tongue from my butt crack long enough to ask his question before returning to his task—going from educator to master and commander of my ass.

After several swipes that made my toes curl, I realized he expected me to be able to answer while he worked me open with his tongue and index finger. "I…um…" I exhaled and pressed my forehead against my hands. "My alpha takes care of me."

I felt his smile press between my cheeks.

"He…protects me and cares for me—"

Diesel's teeth chomped down on my butt cheek. "You already said care."

This test would end in sex despite my answers—at least I hoped so—but I was still disappointed in myself, as if I'd studied but couldn't remember a thing. "I—well—How am I supposed to concentrate with you doing that?"

The warm wet heat disappeared. "No!" I arched my back, pushing my ass toward him and into the air. I didn't care what it made me look like, how shamelessly I presented myself to him. I needed that feeling back. "I'm sorry. Just let me think a little. Um…the alpha also…fucks me?" I cocked my head to the side, stretching my lips in a hopeful grimace.

Diesel laughed, but I could only hear the sound. I couldn't feel it. He still wasn't touching me.

He didn't say anything for so long I gave up trying to entice him and dropped my butt to peer under my arm. I would've felt slightly rejected if it weren't for the sight that greeted me.

Diesel had his shirt on, a tight black tank top that outlined his chest