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Authors: SA Welsh
Tags: Erotic Romance Fiction
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wouldn’t stop the shifter from picking it up from his scent if he didn’t get a hold of himself.
“I don’t know, I guess I wanted to impress you or something.” He settled on the noncommittal answer and prayed Aleksi would leave it alone. He should have known better, though. A cat with a puzzle was worse than a dog with a bone.
Aleksi frowned and Kale inwardly groaned. Where was his usual charm and confidence? “Why would you want to impress me?”
“So you wouldn’t ask that question?” He laughed at Aleksi’s confused expression. “I like you, okay? I know you know I’m attracted to you. Hell, who wouldn’t be? But you don’t seem to notice me other than to protect me. You don’t even like me.” Saying it stung was an understatement, but Kale wasn’t going to beg for anyone’s attention.
“We only met yesterday. I don’t know you well enough to like you or dislike you.”
Kale gestured, inadvertently flicking soap at Aleksi and laughed depreciatingly. “There you go, then.” As soon as he was done with this protection shit, he was going to the nearest club and picking up a host of men to make him forget about the shifter in front of him.
“I wasn’t finished.”
Aleksi tried to touch his hand but Kale evaded him. No doubt the shifter was going to try to let him down easy as if he were some blushing virgin with a crush. No thanks.
“Are you going to list the reasons why someone like you would never be interested in someone like me? Because if you are, you can skip it.” He closed his eyes, held his breath and sank under the bubbles. A childish move, but one that let him keep what remained of his self-respect. The only problem was that he would eventually have to come back up for air.
Kale stayed under until he really had to breathe again. But when he emerged from out of the water, the shifter was gone. He sighed. He’d chased off another one. If he’d kept his mouth shut, they might have ended up friends. Instead, he’d managed to ruin that too by acting like a child having a tantrum.
“You have issues,” Aleksi pointed out bluntly, reentering the bathroom with a glass of green liquid.
He frowned and curled his lip. “Thanks.”
“You are high maintenance, prissy, stubborn, moody, in denial that you’re in danger and you have trouble listening to people. You rely on your looks to get what you want, you run away from dealing with your problems and most of all, you don’t eat sugar. What’s up with that?” The Americanism was set off nicely by the faintest hint of a Russian accent.
Kale blinked. He’d been joking when he’d mentioned Aleksi listing his faults.
The shifter growled, probably at his lack of response or reaction.
Before he had a chance to move away or say something stupid, the big blond shifter claimed his mouth. He tried to pull away and ask what the hell Aleksi was doing, but the shifter cupped the back of Kale’s head in one big hand, keeping Kale there. And really, why would he want to get away?
It started off slowly, with Aleksi teasing his lips, and when he opened for the shifter, Aleksi dominated, demanding and powerful. Kale’s thoughts of friendship fizzled out under the masterful ministrations. The second his tongue was stroked by Aleksi’s, his dwindling erection came back to life full force.
The kiss turned desperate as Kale reached up to clutch at Aleksi’s big, muscular shoulders. He couldn’t get any purchase in the tub so all he could do was try to urge the shifter closer. Aleksi was solid and unmoving, though, and Kale mewled in frustration. He needed Aleksi to touch him. If this was the only chance he was going to get at Aleksi before the shifter remembered all the bad things he’d listed, then Kale was damn well going to make the most of it.
Thankfully, Aleksi took pity on him. Kale heard the clink of the glass being put down, then Aleksi sank his hand into the bubbles and took hold of him. “Oh, fuck.”
“Not yet,” Aleksi
“I don’t know, I guess I wanted to impress you or something.” He settled on the noncommittal answer and prayed Aleksi would leave it alone. He should have known better, though. A cat with a puzzle was worse than a dog with a bone.
Aleksi frowned and Kale inwardly groaned. Where was his usual charm and confidence? “Why would you want to impress me?”
“So you wouldn’t ask that question?” He laughed at Aleksi’s confused expression. “I like you, okay? I know you know I’m attracted to you. Hell, who wouldn’t be? But you don’t seem to notice me other than to protect me. You don’t even like me.” Saying it stung was an understatement, but Kale wasn’t going to beg for anyone’s attention.
“We only met yesterday. I don’t know you well enough to like you or dislike you.”
Kale gestured, inadvertently flicking soap at Aleksi and laughed depreciatingly. “There you go, then.” As soon as he was done with this protection shit, he was going to the nearest club and picking up a host of men to make him forget about the shifter in front of him.
“I wasn’t finished.”
Aleksi tried to touch his hand but Kale evaded him. No doubt the shifter was going to try to let him down easy as if he were some blushing virgin with a crush. No thanks.
“Are you going to list the reasons why someone like you would never be interested in someone like me? Because if you are, you can skip it.” He closed his eyes, held his breath and sank under the bubbles. A childish move, but one that let him keep what remained of his self-respect. The only problem was that he would eventually have to come back up for air.
Kale stayed under until he really had to breathe again. But when he emerged from out of the water, the shifter was gone. He sighed. He’d chased off another one. If he’d kept his mouth shut, they might have ended up friends. Instead, he’d managed to ruin that too by acting like a child having a tantrum.
“You have issues,” Aleksi pointed out bluntly, reentering the bathroom with a glass of green liquid.
He frowned and curled his lip. “Thanks.”
“You are high maintenance, prissy, stubborn, moody, in denial that you’re in danger and you have trouble listening to people. You rely on your looks to get what you want, you run away from dealing with your problems and most of all, you don’t eat sugar. What’s up with that?” The Americanism was set off nicely by the faintest hint of a Russian accent.
Kale blinked. He’d been joking when he’d mentioned Aleksi listing his faults.
The shifter growled, probably at his lack of response or reaction.
Before he had a chance to move away or say something stupid, the big blond shifter claimed his mouth. He tried to pull away and ask what the hell Aleksi was doing, but the shifter cupped the back of Kale’s head in one big hand, keeping Kale there. And really, why would he want to get away?
It started off slowly, with Aleksi teasing his lips, and when he opened for the shifter, Aleksi dominated, demanding and powerful. Kale’s thoughts of friendship fizzled out under the masterful ministrations. The second his tongue was stroked by Aleksi’s, his dwindling erection came back to life full force.
The kiss turned desperate as Kale reached up to clutch at Aleksi’s big, muscular shoulders. He couldn’t get any purchase in the tub so all he could do was try to urge the shifter closer. Aleksi was solid and unmoving, though, and Kale mewled in frustration. He needed Aleksi to touch him. If this was the only chance he was going to get at Aleksi before the shifter remembered all the bad things he’d listed, then Kale was damn well going to make the most of it.
Thankfully, Aleksi took pity on him. Kale heard the clink of the glass being put down, then Aleksi sank his hand into the bubbles and took hold of him. “Oh, fuck.”
“Not yet,” Aleksi
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