“Do you want a drink?” he asked, spreading his ingredients out over the side.
“Sure.”
He passed her over a soda from the fridge. She took the can from his hands. Their fingers touched, and he didn’t want to let her go. Drawing his attention away from her, he started to cook.
“Would you like some help? I love to cook,” she said, standing beside him.
“You love to cook?”
“Yes, and bake but my h*ps protest a little to that.” She rested a hand on her hip.
Staring down the length of her body, Daniel couldn’t find a single reason to complain about the woman in front of him. She was sex on legs, and he wouldn’t change her for the world.
“You’re perfect, and don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise.” He reached out to touch her cheek. Cupping her jaw, he ran a thumb over her plump lips. “You’re beautiful, and I don’t give a f**k what others think. You’re perfect.” He leaned in close, brushing his lips against hers.
She gasped but didn’t move away. He looked into her wide gaze as he teased her lips with his tongue.
Neither of them said a word as he slowly slid inside her mouth, meeting her tongue with his. Wrapping his other hand around her waist, he pulled her close to his body, moaning at the feel of her curves next to his. She was perfection in his arms. He never wanted to let her go.
She met his tongue with her own. The danced together, deepening the kiss, Daniel smelled the mating heat coming out of him. He wanted inside her with her pu**y blooming beneath him.
He withdrew from her before the mating need took over and he wouldn’t be able to control his actions.
“Why did you stop?” she asked. Her hands were on his shoulders, gripping him.
“If we don’t stop I won’t be able to stop what happens next. I need to claim you, Dawn. You’re my mate even if you don’t like the truth or believe it. There’s only so much I can take before I do something I’ll regret.”
She released his shoulders. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I want to prove to you that we’re mated. I’m not going to do anything to destroy that trust.” His c**k protested against the front of his jeans. Fuck, he craved her. All he wanted to do was bend her over the kitchen island and f**k her raw. She was aroused by him, which gave him some pleasure. “Start marinating the meat.”
Dawn grabbed the strips of chicken and added them to a bowl while he started to add the spices to the mix. They laughed as he got most of the spices on her hands rather than the meat. He listened to her laugh, loving the change within her. In Kinkster’s she was always a little withdrawn. Inside his home, she was starting to open up and flourish. If he gave her enough time would she agree to his claiming? There was only so much his wolf could take.
“Right, Chef, I’m rubbing the chicken. What do you need to do?” she asked.
Her eyes glinted with humor. Charmed, he pressed a kiss to her nose then turned back to the stove. He put a pot onto boil adding noodles for their chicken. They started to boil, and he gave them a stir.
Dawn washed her hands, coming to stand beside him while he heated oil. Together, they worked as a team to make food. She added food while he tossed it around with a spoon.
Neither of them spoke, but his gaze caught the sight of her hard, erect ni**les. Again, his c**k started to pound at the sight. The vision of her na**d on his bed wouldn’t leave his mind.
Trust, this is about building trust.
For the next ten minutes they cooked dinner, and the scents of the spicy chicken filled the air. His stomach rumbled with the need to feed.
Sitting next to each other they ate in comfortable silence.
“This is amazing,” she said, twirling some noodles onto her fork. “You know how to cook.”
“You wouldn’t have thought that from my first attempt at spicy chicken noodles. I vomited for three days afterwards.”
She chuckled, covering her mouth as she did. “You’re joking. I don’t believe you.”
“I didn’t cook the chicken properly. I tell you, it was the worst couple of days for me.”
“Okay, I can believe that.” They cleaned away their mess, and he put the spices away. When they were done, he led her out of the kitchen and moved toward the stairs.
“I’ll give you the grand tour tomorrow. For now I think it’ll be good if you get a good night’s sleep.” He took hold of her hand, gritting his teeth as his wolf started to pace within his mind. His wolf knew what he wanted, and that was Dawn.
She followed him upstairs, and he decided to stay on the first floor rather than go up to the main bedroom on the fifth floor. The attic space was large, and he kept a lot of his ancestors’ belongings up there. He opened the door at the end of the long corridor that was next to his.
“This is where you’ll be staying.” He turned the light on revealing the large four poster bed with white lace hanging from each post. “Here is the wardrobe.” He opened the walk-in space, showing the light switch to turn it on. There were a couple of sets of shirts and jeans. He had a tendency to buy clothes for his pack when needed. Daniel showed her the bathroom then opened the double doors onto the small veranda overlooking the garden. “In the morning you can watch the sunrise, and it’s a truly beautiful sight.” He closed the doors, locking them and pulling the drapes over the windows. “This is where I’ll be sleeping.” He opened the connecting door and turned the lights on.
“How come you don’t have any of those clapping light things? My dad installed them in our house,” Dawn said. “It makes it much easier as you just clap your hands.” She showed him by clapping her hands.
“I did get them installed, but my pack are, erm, very active with sex. The lights kept turning on with their smacking bodies as they f**ked. They asked for me to switch back to this.” He flicked the switch letting the lights go off then on.
She laughed. “I can see why you changed.”
“If you need me in the night don’t hesitate to come to me. I’ll be happy to see you.” He closed the distance between them. Dawn tilted her head back, and he gazed down into the beauty of her brown eyes. “Tomorrow we’ll talk about you and discover what your pain level is.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“We’ll start with a run. The moon is a couple of weeks away, but going for a run can be just as fun.” He dropped a kiss to her lips. “Good night, Dawn.”