Page 34 of Loaned to the Leonid Knight

“I want you with me.”

“I’ll be here, right outside the bathroom.”

Sasha giggled. “You’re more of a mess than me,” Sasha teased. She pointed to the mirror over the sink when he carried her in.

He was shocked at his appearance. Still half-hard, mane mussed, fur streaked and slicked in various tell-tale spots. “Well, I can return to my quarters to bathe, but I don’t want to leave you.”

Sasha’s laughing eyes softened. “You don’t, huh?”

“No. I am fast addicted to the greatest thing I have ever experienced.”

“Wow. My skills might be Pleasure Park worthy,” she said with a wry smile.

“Not the pleasure. The person. You. I don’t want to leave your side, even if we don’t do this again. I will, of course, because I understand that no Queen wishes to be smothered—”

“How are you so smart about dealing with women when you haven’t been married or even done much dating?”

“Because my life is serving and caring for a family that I respect, but have little love for. For the last seven lonely years, I have spent hours dreaming about a Queen of my own, someone to love and care for. I have thought about the ways I would ensure her happiness. I knew I would never have the chance, but... Well, when you cannot leave the estate, and your family is gone, your mind wanders to the impossible.”

Sasha nodded slowly and pushed herself from his chest, face grave.

Was that too much? Too pathetic? She pities me now, and no Queen wants to be with a Knight out of pity.

When she spoke, her voice was shaky, but her body was pressing back into his as her toes touched the floor, smooth naked skin to his damp fur and wild mane. “When my abuela died, and every job was hard, and there were no people to trust, and every guy wanted me for his own needs, never for myself—my mind would wander, too. I would wander to an imaginary place where someone would be waiting for me, to love me like no one ever had, and I could pour all my love back into him.”

His wild heart went speeding along, dangerously fast now. It was fine for him to use the word love, as in some distant, impossible dream. If Sasha said it back, and she was referring to him? “I’m not pushing you to feel the things I feel. One doesn’t enter into things lightly.”

“No, but,” Sasha frowned thoughtfully, “there’s a phrase my abuela used to use. I always laughed at it, but the more youtalk, the more I think she was right. ‘El amor camina sin saber que busca a su otra mitad hasta que la encuentra.’ Love walks without knowing what it is looking for until it finds it.” Sasha cupped his wide face between her two small hands. “You are love looking, Gideon.”

“Then you are love walking, my Queen. And I say we should walk and look longer, together, so that you are sure that everything you feel is genuine, and not the effect of some medication, or pity for an outcast.”

“Understood. You’re smart. That’s good. I have a thing for smart guys,” Sasha smiled and pulled him down by the ruff of his mane to kiss him. “Now, get in here with me.”

SHE DIDN’T INTEND FORan innocent, yet romantic, shower to turn sensual, but it did.

What did you expect? Sasha thought to herself as she rubbed her rear against his thighs.

Naked bodies, pressed close. His wide paws over my hands, guiding me to program the different scents and soaps for the fancy shower and tub that I could use as a mini swimming pool.

Hearing his purr behind me. Wondering if his cock will vibrate inside of me like his paws did. Like his tongue did.

My God, why am I so horny already?

Gideon squirted soap into his palm and stroked it across her back and hips, making little shushing sounds.

“I’m not hurt, sweetie.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m very sure.”

“You look, um, different.”

“Different how?” Sasha twisted, trying to see herself at different angles, and only ended up sliding in a puddle of bath oil. Gideon caught her.

“Puffy.”

“What kind of puffy?”