Little Prick by Zenina Masters

participation to administration from now on. Well, until I get another job. My family might not be comfortable with me if I smell like you.”
    He blinked. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
    “My godmother did. She has—over the years—provided me with plenty of territory and enough money to live on. Will that make you uncomfortable?”
    “No. The family business could use summer help now and then. Would you like to work with my mother?”
    She laughed. “We will see. There might be a less drastic course of action.” She shivered.
    “Are you cold?” There was concern in his tone.
    “A little. Can we head back to the Open Heart?”
    He blinked. “You are staying at the Open Heart? Damn. I tried to book a room there, but they were locked down for a VIP.”
    She ducked her head. “That would be me, and I am far less VIP than DIY.”
    He laughed and sat up, slipping out of her. “Well, let’s head back to your territory then. As long as I get to hold you all night, I don’t care where we are.”
    Pansy smiled. “That was the right answer.”
    They gathered their clothing and headed for the Open Heart with a shower and a good night’s sleep on the agenda. Anything else was incidental.

Chapter Nine
     
     
    A quick shift in her room healed both of them of the aches, pains and minor damages they had inflicted on each other. The shower took care of the rest.
    Pansy had never slept with someone, but her inner beast was completely at ease. She finally understood what Keelie had so tactfully tried to tell her. Her beast chose its mate at the Crossroads. She merely had to negotiate the details. Simple.
    As she lay wrapped in Axander’s arms, she thought about jobs and income streams. Her favourite past time was making the porcupine-quill jewellery, but she had always wished to try her hand at clock making. It was an extension of her fascination with cars but one that would keep her in her territory and away from car hoists.
    She had a feeling that her Aunt Keelie would be able to help her set up with that particular hobby. Pansy wanted a large family, so it would be best for her to find an income stream that she could engage in from home. It only made sense.
    Smiling, she let idle thoughts drift through her mind until it was time to rise. The moment that Axander woke up, his hands tightened and then started to move.
    He pressed his lips to her shoulders and whispered, “Morning.”
    She snuggled back against him and shifted her buttocks against his erection. Her instincts took over, and she reached behind her to grip his hip, pulling him into firmer contact.
    He stroked his hand down the back of her upper thigh and pulled her leg gently toward her chest. He slid his fingers down the seam of her buttocks and parted her slowly.
    Pansy let out a ragged breath as he pressed against her and slipped inside. There was nothing to distract her this time. No sounds of the wild, no whispers of wind, no howls in the distance, just Pansy and Axander starting a slow dance that would bind them for the rest of their lives.
    Entry from the rear provided a stroke against the front of her channel. She curled forward with every inward slide until he pinned her back against him with one arm around her chest, cupping her breasts with his hands as he continued to rock inside her.
    She covered his hands with hers for a moment before stroking down her belly and touching her clit a little awkwardly.
    He released her and moved her fingers aside with his own.
    Pansy heard her voice in breathy cries, and his grunts and groans matched her own as his hips jerked more violently against her.
    He bit and nibbled at her neck, she twisted to kiss him, and the change in position caught her by surprise, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her and offering her pleasure to him in the form of her vocalizations.
    She took his sharp grunt of release in turn and put her hands on top of his, holding him tight as the morning was greeted in the most wonderful