Chapter 9

Chapter 9 - Roman

As I finished washing our plates I felt a tentative touch start to roam around my lower back. I froze as her soft plump lips found a patch of inked skin.

As an attorney I had nothing that would show in a suit, but get me naked? Well, that was another story entirely. My art told my story my way. Through the eyes of an orphaned pup. Now a cutthroat attorney and a shark in the courtroom...maybe I was cocky but I had every right to be. I had fought damn hard for my reputation.

My kitten's little hands started roaming the front of me and as they drifted lower I dropped the dish and grabbed her wrist. I felt her freeze at the touch. I had spooked her as I could feel her rapid pants of breath though she tried to keep quiet.

I slowly turned, keeping hold of her wrist til I faced her fully. She needed me bad and I didn't even mean sex. I wondered how long it had been since someone took care of her. I chose my next words carefully.

I could see a future if I could help exorcise some of those demons. Some of that pain. She was mine. And I would do whatever it took because whether or not she knew it yet she belonged to me and I had decided I was going to claim her. The sooner the better.

"I want to know you," I admitted quietly as I couldn't decide between staring at her eyes and lips. The damage and the beauty. And she is so fucking beautiful. A little skinnier than I liked but that would be fine once I had her eating better. I just wanted her healthy. But first things first I was going to rip the throat out of whoever did that to my kitten.

My hand gently traced her cheek and whispered across her lips. Every nanosecond I lingered electricity zipping along my nerves our breaths coming harder and faster. Her wrist that I still held turned to slowly stroke my chest. I found my hand tangling in her chocolate curls.

"We should talk," I mumbled as she stepped closer, zeroed in on my lips.

"Ok," she whispered, "But after." Something in the air between us arced with power as our eyes clashed. Suddenly I wasn't in control of my body. My wolf was ramming his cage. Then neither of us had control.

My hands were threading her hair. Our lips were crashing together. Desperate kisses were wordless pleas.

I fought with every ounce of control I possessed and by some miracle I managed to pull away.

I watched opal rings fade from my kitten's eyes. If I had blinked I'd have missed it, but something told me it was vaguely important.