CEO's Runaway Mate and Her Cubs

After parking, Nate ran out to open the door for Lara. She let him do it again and allowed him to guide her to his room.

Neither of them had any doubt that was how things should progress. They didn't even find it rushed to enter a bedroom together.

He wasn't even thinking of having sex, to be sincere. All he wanted was to marry her, but the offices were closed at that hour of the night. He had to wait for the day, and then they would sign.

If she had been a wolf, he could claim her normally. They would run together and have fun, roll in bed, set up their family as nature pushed them to. But, since she was human, claiming her didn't mean she would stay. She needed insurance, and marriage would be that.

Once they signed their names, they would be together in front of humans not less than wolves.

No one would have asked questions in the pack, they would have known.

The darkest days of his life were turning bright all of a sudden. The Moon Goddess blessed him with a mate, and he could thank her by giving his all to that frail creature.

She was so delicate that it was frightening, and she smelled good. So good that he wanted to kiss her whole and find out whether her scent was accompanied by a mouthwatering taste as well.

However, no rush. Humans needed more time, he knew it. He had to be patient, and to be delicate. A wrong move could have hurt her, and he didn't want to witness pain from her.

Once they closed the door behind their backs, Nate ordered food and drinks. It was a five-star hotel, after all. He could as well take the chance to enjoy what humans liked so much: luxury. He could witness his mate being pampered and happy, and he would have asked her to stay forever. Her life would have been like that forever, if she wanted.

There was nothing he was unwilling to give her.

He turned towards the room and found her standing there, observing the surroundings and him, especially him. She smiled when their eyes met, and his heart sunk deeper. What a beautiful woman.

She was young, a few years younger than him. Her face had much of a girl's youth, and her body was thin and... delicate. That word suited her more than it suited a butterfly.

Her dark hair was loose on the back, and her brown eyes shined content. She was looking at a treasure, her lips curled up in a naughty smile. Her short dress covered her thighs but couldn't hide her long, tiny legs. Her small breasts were covered as well, but he could feel - almost as if touching - their firm shape. Just by looking, he felt fulfilled.

She had taken off her sandals, getting comfortable and waiting for his next move. Her lips were pink because of makeup, but he would have made them red from kissing...

He shook his head, snapping out from his daze. He couldn't just assault her. A human woman had to be conquered. She couldn't feel what he felt, unfortunately. But since she liked him enough to follow him to the hotel, he was as lucky as to have a chance.

He took a few steps, wondering whether to look for contact again. He liked holding her hand. It made him feel safe and stable, as if the world wasn't crumbling down and his company facing more issues by the day.

But then, he didn't need to think. The woman in front of him took a step, stopping right in front of him. She was shorter without the high heels. He bowed down, all to look her in the eye.

At the same time, she stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips on his. It was a chaste, innocent peck. Short and sweet, but it left him in total confusion.

She had wanted it, right? Her lips were soft like petals, and her cheeks blushed like roses.

She seemed happy after that kiss, so he caressed her face with his fingertips, light as a feather. She was happy, wasn't she? As such, he was happy as well.

When she smiled, his heart jumped in his chest, beating against the bones, willing to fly out to that woman's hands. That was its place, after all: with her.

His instincts prevailed, and he bowed down again. This time, she didn't have time to stand up. Their lips met again, and she closed her eyes, sighing. She felt thirsty, and his touch and kisses were her water.

His tongue split her lips, and she opened her mouth to let him in. When they found each other, that innocent and sweet kiss transformed into a wild dance, almost a fight.

Lara gasped in search of air, her head spinning because of the emotions but her hands clenching his shirt not to let him go. She wanted him there, even if the lack of breath hurt her lungs.

And she wanted more. She wanted it all, from beginning to end. She didn't know why, and she didn't care.

She felt so right, then and there.

She hadn't ever kissed anyone before, so her first attempts at reciprocating were clumsy and shy. However, sooner than she thought, her body understood how it worked. She kissed him back with her all, willing to make him feel the thrills she felt. To make him moan as she was moaning, and attract him with her presence as much as he was attractive to her.

As odd as it did sound to her brain, it was not even just lust. There was so much more that she couldn't fight it all. If not for the attractiveness of that man, if not for his personal charm, she felt happy for the way he had cared for her during the few minutes they had spent together.

It was more than just a kiss. It was a way of exchanging their feelings. Feelings so new, just blooming, that they couldn't give it a name.

But they didn't care. They didn't need words.