“I didn’t sleep last night,” she said, giving her mate a long, half-leeringlook.
Malin smiled. “Then you shall sleeptonight.”
“What? That wasn’t what Imeant.”
He laughed, a rich sound of amusement wrapping around Surah and moving under her skin, both comfort and desire. Her body clenched, as usual, just the sound of his laughter enough to perk itup.
“No?” Malin stepped closer, coming around the desk to brush up against Surah, who turned to meet him. They stood, chest to chest, Malin's strong fingers rising to cup Surah's cheek, caressing a cheekbone with histhumb.
“No,” Surah replied firmly. “I can sleepafter.”
Malin lowered his head, apple-scented breath caressing Surah's lips. His fingers slid around to the back of her neck, grip tightening, angling her head, just slightly, so her lips were just so when he kissedher.
A deep, dragging kiss, unhurried with a confidence born of knowledge. Malin knew every inch of Surah's body, had spent nights analyzing her weaknesses, her responses. Slowly breaking down every drop of resistance. He enveloped her, and she struggled to remember she was a person separate from him. Struggled tocare.
“Are you done for the evening?” Malin murmured against hermouth.
Surah opened beneath him in response, her tongue sliding into Malin's mouth, exploring and suckling. Her hands slid around his back, enjoying the feel of hard muscle flexing under her fingers. Her touch slid lower until she cupped his firm ass, squeezing flesh and pulling the male evencloser.
Malin took control of the kiss, shifting from languorous to demanding lover between one breath and the next. Fiercely dominant, bred to rule, it was a constant struggle for Surah to hold her own against the force of Malin's personality. But at least she'd had years of planting her feet and dealing with Malin as an older brother figure. The practice stood her in good steadnow.
Her clit throbbed, body awake and demanding satisfaction. Malin's free hand plucked at the hem of her knit blouse, delving underneath to cup her lace covered breast. Surah shuddered; she would never be used to the feel of Malin's hands on her.Never.
Malin plucked her nipple, tugging the small bud so Surah gasped, inhaling sharply. Damn it. “We can't do this here,” Surah said,frustrated.
“No?” Malin purred. “Whynot?”
“There could still be grad students wanderingaround.”
“I ordered everyoneout.”
She paused, eyes narrowing. She wasn’t entirely sure she liked that. Malin, though a Prince, was not the boss around here. Surah was. No one bossed her grads buther.
Evidently, they'd have to have a little talk aboutthat.
But there were other things on her mind right now. Surah felt behind her, having the presence of mind to grasp the edge of her laptop, and place it into the desk drawer. Malin was known to just clear a table in one swoop when in the mood–Surah really didn’t feel like losing the data on her personal machine right now; she hadn’t had time to run her nightlybackup.
“Lana,” she said in a strangled voice. “Are all persons besides Malin and Surah exited from thebuilding?”
The disembodied voice popped into the air. “All personnel has vacate the premises. Would you like to commence nightly lockdown?”
“No, wait for my command. We’ll be here for a few moreminutes.”
Heat flared in Malin's eyes; an amused smile. She braced herself for the rest of the items–reports, pencils and such–to go crashing to the floor, and her mate didn’tdisappoint.
“I think you just like to make a mess,” Surahsaid.
Malin grinned, showing white teeth gone sharp. A sign his gargoyle nature was rising in response to passion. He wouldn’t shift without conscious effort–but small things like teeth and the way his skin darkened slightly, shoulders broadening, cock thickening past the norm for a merely human male, made Malin's heritage known to anyone who recognized thesigns.
He lifted her onto the desk, Surah catching her fall on her elbows, already kicking off her flats because she knew what was comingnext.
He peeled her clothing from her body, leaving Surah exposed, her nether lips plump and pink. “We haven’t fucked in your office yet,” Malin murmured, slipping fingers insideher.
Surah's head fell back; she hissed through her teeth. The pressure, the heat of the Prince’s fingers inside, stroking in and out with a deliberate intent to torment, incite–her breasts tightened, throat drying. Malin lowered to his knees, face burying between her thighs so he could lick and taste herbud.
His tongue lapped Surah's clit, flicking her flesh with fast, practiced motions. She felt nearly ready to burst, hovering at a precipice just waiting to be pushed over. When Malin slid a third finger inside her pussy, stretching her, finding the spot just under her pelvic bone, Surah cried out, struggling to keep her moans low and controlled rather than high and wild. She wasn’t entirely successful from the cat like grin on Malin'sface.
“That’s right, baby, scream for me.” His hands slid up her thighs, fastened around her waist. “Let the court spies hear how well I pleaseyou.”
