his breath away. All his blood shot south, and he groaned under his breath.
Dressed in nothing but one of his old work shirts, the sun was behind her, rendering the fine fabric completely transparent, and every one of her luscious curves was there for him to see.
Darius had the good sense to avert his eyes, but Raoul didn't miss the smirk on the other man's face.
"Watch it, pup."
"Sorry, boss, but she is fucking hot, and yours for the taking, if you ask me."
"I didn't fucking ask you, did I? Now get the hell out of my flat, and let me know of any more developments."
"Sure thing, boss."
Darius's laughter echoed in his brain, as his beta smiled at Nikita.
"Someone had a good night, I see." He ducked the punch Raoul aimed at his midriff and sauntered away chuckling. "Nice to meet you again, Nikita."
She blinked twice and stepped out of his way.
"I swear I'm going to kill that boy one day."
That brought an uncertain smile on her pale features, and she shook her head.
"And lose your best rugby player? I don't think so, Raoul. Besides, prison orange is not your color I reckon."
He laughed, his worries lifting slightly. She was safe, and she was here. He would just concentrate on that for now, not the imminent threat to his leadership, or what that might mean to Nikita.
"Please tell me you have a coffee cup with my name on it, and that omelet I can smell is ready to eat. I'm starving."
"Sure thing, squirt. Take a seat and I ’ll bring it right over." He handed her a mug of steaming coffee, and he smiled at the way she eagerly wrapped her hands around it, and inhaled the fragrant brew. Nikita was like a bear with a sore head without her caffeine hit first thing. Sure enough she mewled like a newborn kitten—a sound that made his cock so hard it hurt—closed her eyes and took several long swallows. Raoul shifted to relieve the discomfort in his groin, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from the subtle movement of her neck as she swallowed. It was all too easy to imagine her lips wrapped around his cock as he fucked her mouth and she swallowed down his cum.
He turned abruptly to get his raging body under control, as she slid on one of the high bar stools at his breakfast bar. The action exposed far too much creamy white skin for his sanity, and her scent hit him square in the face. His wolf practically rolled over, salivating in his need for this woman, and he put his hands to good use cutting the omelet in half instead.
Raoul joined her at the bar and slid a plate of food across to her, mindful not to touch her. He was sure his wolf would lose it completely if he did. Already it was far too close to the surface, and he kept his eyes downcast in case his animal showed. He didn't want to scare her away. Nikita needed to stay close to him, to keep her safe.
The sound of her appreciative moans made his head shoot up. Eyes closed she licked her fork with such a look of bliss on her face, you'd have thought he'd served her some delicacy instead of a simple omelet. Raoul groaned under his breath , and her eyes fluttered open and connected with his. Neither one of them said anything for the space of several anxious heartbeats, and then she smiled. A shy, utterly adorable smile that pulled him in and under her spell. If he hadn't already been in love with her, right now would have been the moment he'd have tumbled headlong into oblivion.
He had to clear his throat several times before he could get his voice to work , and her eyes widened a fraction. Her pupils dilated, and she put the fork back down on her now half empty plate with a far too loud clang.
"You do wonders for a man's ego, you know," he finally said and inwardly rolled his eyes at the inane comment.
A giggle escaped her, and the little minx did roll her eyes.
"I hardly think your ego needs any more stroking."
Raoul raised an eyebrow at that, and rocked back on the legs of his chair.
"What is that supposed to mean, squirt?"
"Well, you know." She dropped