CEO's Runaway Mate and Her Cubs

*cough cough* Semi-smut content.

Nate's alarm rang early in the morning. If only he wasn't holding Lara in his arms, he wouldn't have been so sad to get up.

He turned the sound off before it could bother his mate, and he rolled in bed and hugged her again. In the end, she had not taken advantage of him. They had watched a movie, talked a lot, and then talked even more after the movie was over.

She had accepted to lie down next to him, and she had fallen asleep a minute after she said she would return to her room.

Even if nothing had happened during the night, Nate was happy. An intense warmth filled his heart, and he inhaled Lara's scent with a calm smile. He liked having her so close, even if just for sleeping and nothing more.

It was even more intimate than sex, actually. Seeing her so defenceless, clinging on him and letting him embrace her like that... What else could he need? Not even his demanding lower body could bother his mood. He didn't need anything at that moment, he repeated to himself.

However, Lara's close body was painful for his hardened member. What if she woke up and felt it? Oh, he didn't want to scare her. Nor to make her think he was having perverse thoughts, especially because he was earnestly doing his best to be proper.

A pair of brown eyes opened a moment before he could snuggle out, and Lara's legs moved under the blanket. She rolled closer to him, pressing her breasts on his chest and rubbing her thigh against his crotch.

That was, more or less, what Nate wanted to avoid. A moan escaped his lips, and he tried leaving that bed with all of his firm will. It was just a matter of reaching the bathroom and relieving himself... Nothing weird, nothing impossible.

Too bad that, no matter how many times he told himself, his body couldn't move.

He had been without his mate for too long. His wolf nature wouldn't have allowed him to get far from her while he needed her so much.

«Oh,» he snorted.

The Black Moon! Were the effects early that month? Or was it just that anything Lara did would turn him on? And she had been especially daring the last few days.

A pair of cold lips kissed his neck, and his rationality died. If it had been the night before, he would have held back and retreated. But like that, soon after waking up and after a night with her scent in his nose, he was not able.

«You taste so good,» said her slumberish voice. «I'd eat you whole...»

«Oh, no,» he sighed.

He was done for. His heart would stop sooner than he thought, and his lewd body would have done something wrong by the end of that conversation. His mind wasn't working, either way. How could he even put up a fight?

Her small hand with long, elegant fingers trailed down his chest. He could register that something was odd with Lara's behaviour. But how could he find out what, with the thrills interfering with his train of thoughts?

Moreover, soon after sleeping, he couldn't be sure that it wasn't just a dream. Oh, right. It was actually the case: he hadn't woken up yet. It was the only explanation... Lara wouldn't act like this first thing in the morning. His most savage dreams were the only place where she would be as daring as to stick her hand in his trousers and caress his erection from over the underwear.

Oh, such a nice dream.

«Is this my fault?» she murmured, rubbing her chest on him and licking his earlobe slowly.

When her fingers, slightly chilly, wrapped his member, it was too late. He was under her spell, breathing hard and wishing for that moment to last forever. Her hands moved, up and down, her strokes strong enough to make him whine. As his breathing accelerated with her motions, he noticed how hers was following suit. It was a piece of information he stored in the back of his brain, but he couldn't ask himself questions about it.

Sooner than he thought, he lost any control. With a few more strokes, he came on her hand. Pleasure erased the rest of the world, and he succumbed under Lara's touch and her lips on his neck.

But then, any strength in her disappeared, and she was sleeping soundlessly. As if nothing had happened between them.

Nate could finally find the will to get up.

First, because his ego was dying. He had lasted a few minutes only. How was that possible? Was he getting some illness?

And, second, because he needed napkins to clean Lara's hand. She was so peaceful, resting in his bed. Maybe, she hadn't even realised what had happened.

Oh, had he been attacked by a sleep-walking woman? Could luck smile at him in such a way?

But... He had promised not to let her take advantage of him. What if she remembered? He had done something... He wasn't even sure if it was evil, tricky, or just bad.

He wanted to be a man she could trust, yet he had ended up allowing something like that!

«What in the world is happening to me?» he wondered.

He didn't even try waking up Lara. He turned off her alarm the moment it sounded, and he left in silence. He couldn't face her at that moment. He first needed a cold shower to get his thoughts straight.

«Just five minutes,» he pouted while stepping under the flow of water. He really, really hoped Lara would not remember that incident.

There was more than a sound reason to hide it. He could act as if nothing happened, and he would be safe.

«Five...» he repeated. He needed to make it at least ten. Maybe fifteen? What kind of man couldn't stand hours of love-making with his mate?

Oh, but if he had that problem... Maybe it wasn't the case to hurry with Lara. Maybe, it was better to wait a little more.. He could find a solution in the meantime.