CEO's Runaway Mate and Her Cubs

Samantha chuckled, leaving her backpack on a chair nearby.

She also got rid of the jacket, revealing the black t-shirt underneath. She looked so savage in that outfit, with the leather trousers and the loose t-shirt, that Rider gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. If only he had less self-control, he would have pounced on her.

But he had to play it smart if he wanted to meet again. It was transparent how Samantha was trying to keep some distance and, one day, break their bond and run away from him.

If only he had any intention to let her do that...

«Nice tee,» he commented, observing the drawing in the front. It was a dragon surrounded by electricity. It was cool and savage. Not something a girl would wear for a date.

It was clear, she didn't consider him a date, but he couldn't help but like her wearing that. One day, he decided, he would have found a way to make her wear his t-shirts. She would have looked even sexier.

Not that day, for their relationship was still like walking on thin ice.

«I wanted to show you that whichever image you have of me, it's wrong,» she said.

He loved it when she talked back. Even if he wasn't the type to cope with a woman's mood.

Oh, he hadn't been before meeting her. From that moment, he had changed. His patience was born the day he decided to win her over and thought of the plan to make the Alpha accept Samantha in the pack without second thoughts.

«Aren't you afraid it'll end up torn?» he said, crossing his arms and observing the small changes in her expression. He couldn't be sure about her thoughts, but it was funny to note her reactions and try guessing.

The way she glared at him, surrounding her torso with her arms, was so cute.

«You do not dare. This shirt is special to me.»

«Oh, of course. What about mine, then? It was special to me too.»

«It was just a black shirt! I bet your wardrobe has many just exactly like that one!»

«Being plain doesn't mean being worthless, right?» he sighed, pretending to mourn his torn shirt. He didn't throw it away in the end. It was a souvenir of their first night together. Even if plain and not as special as hers.

«You're kidding me,» she murmured, walking in the room while wondering. Her expression did show a trace of guilt, and it made him want to drag her in bed right away.

He was surprised they managed to stay alone in the same room for so long without jumping on each other, but it was pleasant. In another, new way. That woman was interesting even when she wasn't doing anything. And he was his.

He smiled, approaching her one step at a time. Since she didn't retreat, he caressed her arm from the elbow upwards. Once reached her shoulder, his fingers trailed down on her back, and he dragged her closer. It was the most tender gesture of his life, and he was so proud of his self-control.

Samantha landed in his arms just as he wished, her hands on his chest to stop the fall. Her body was remembering him, which meant they would finally reach that bed.

He bent down to kiss her when she looked up. Without heels, he did have a few inches of advantage over her.

«My turn,» she reminded him before he could grab her butt. «Do not dare complain.»

«Oh, how could I?» he said.

She pushed him back on the bed, and he accepted to fall down. He left his arms on the bed, curious about her intentions. He did like it when she took the initiative, but a part of him always wanted to remind her she was his.

Maybe, it was because Samantha struggled against their bond, wanting to live apart despite their instincts.

She cleared her throat while sitting on his lap, straddling him with ease. It was as if she was used to it; that made Rider grin.

He could convince her to become his woman for good. He just needed to be cautious for the first few times.

Her fingers gripped his shirt, pulling it up with delicateness. She helped him undress without tearing the fabric, biting her lips to hide her pout. His eyes followed her expression, his teeth tingled at the need of biting her red lips.

When he reached out to her shirt, she flinched and got up suddenly. She had taken his threats seriously, so she undressed on her own.

His eyes greedily ate her body covered by black underwear of lace. It was translucent, showing her body in between the pattern.

No innocent white panties that day, but he didn't dislike that version of her either. She had chosen something especially for him to see, and she was so damn beautiful.

He gulped, stopping his hands from moving away from the mattress.

He wanted to touch her body, to kiss every single inch of it. What was going on with him? Not all of his urges were just about lust. How come he wanted her to feel cherished? Was his brain dying in front of that little devil?

When she walked back to him, sitting in the same position as before, his hands found her back and lightly caressed her skin. His lips brushed against her shoulder, drawing the shape of her collarbones.

His arm locked around her waist, firm yet not constricting. He just wanted her to know there was no escape from him.

His tongue teased her chest, moving on her left breast and playing with her nipple from over the underwear. Even if he did prefer her naked, that black sexy thing was making him lose it. Would it have been too much if he brought home that as well?

Her moans made him smile against her bosom, and he left a light bite on the soft breast. Her fingers pulled his hair, trying to take back some of the control, but he was too stubborn to let her have it.

Once the laced underwear was off, she wouldn't have worn it back until they were done.. He was not willing to let such a chance for playing escape.