Chapter Eight
W a l king Kia backward, Suero unfastened each button of the guy’s shirt with a teasing slowness, a playful smirk on his lips. By the end of the night, Kia would know exactly who he belonged to. He carefully slid off his kitten’s shirt, letting it fall silently to the floor.
Kia’s gaze drifted to the prominent bulge pressing against Suero’s jeans. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna take care of that.”
“Is that so?”
Kia teased back, his hand caressing the expanse of Suero’s chest. “You seem pretty sure of yourself.”
A low growl rumbled in his throat as he unzipped his jeans, freeing his thick shaft. “Clothes off, pretty kitty, and I’ll show you exactly what I can do with this.”
He wrapped his fingers around his cock, a slow caress over his heated skin.
When he didn’t move, Suero gently pinched the guy’s hard nipple, drawing a soft moan and a tilt of his head. It seemed his kitten was too caught up in the moment to follow a simple command. Suero released his cock and hooked his thumbs in Kia’s jeans, sliding them down his thighs. He bent low, grazing his teeth lightly along the soft trail of hair on Kia’s legs, eliciting a delightful twitch.
Kia eased onto the bed as Suero slid the guy’s jeans the rest of the way off. Kneeling, he looked up at Kia, blown away by how lucky he truly felt. Suero fought to keep it together, to take his time—even though he wanted Kia with an unbearable ache.
He traced a path along each thigh, his kitten’s lips parting as Suero leaned in and began to nibble upward, alternating sides.
Even though his gums were throbbing and his canines were itching to lengthen, Suero fought to keep them from descending. He wanted to graze their tips over the heated skin beneath his lips, to sink them into tender flesh.
“Oh hell,”
Kia moaned, his legs quivering as Suero nipped behind his knee. He massaged Kia’s foot, tracing lazy circles around the man’s toes.
“What are you doing?”
Kia asked softly.
“Playing with my kitty,”
Suero murmured against Kia’s calf.
A slow grin tugged at Kia’s lips. “I think I’m in love with your mouth.”
“ Carino , you haven’t even seen the half of what this mouth can do.”
He traced his tongue from Kia’s ankle to behind his knee, giving a playful nip. Kia inhaled sharply, his cock twitching.
Suero licked the precum from Kia’s cock, then resumed his slow ascent up the leg.
“Such a tease,”
Kia moaned.
Suero smirked. “Patience, gatito .”
The neediness in Kia’s tone made Suero’s breath catch. He stripped off his clothes, cool air brushing his skin, and guided Kia to lie back on the plush pillow.
Captivated by the man’s beauty, he whispered, “ Eres tan hermoso .”
Kia blushed, legs parting with a teasing smile.
Suero settled between them, savoring the moment. Despite Kia’s frustrated whimpers, Suero refused to rush, determined to cherish every inch of him.
With a flick of his tongue, Kia writhed beneath him, the musky scent fueling Suero’s growing desire. The man tilted his hips, spread his legs wider, surrendering to Suero’s touch. He explored Kia’s body, his tongue trailing up Kia’s erection before taking the head between his lips.
“Oh…I really love your mouth now,”
Kia gasped. He rocked his hips, trying to drive his cock deeper.
You’re not the one in control, carino . He held Kia’s hips firmly, but that didn’t stop his mate from trying. Relaxing his throat, Suero took him deep, right to the base, before easing off.
The room pulsed with the sound of Kia’s pleasure. He definitely wasn’t the silent type. His moans echoed off the walls as Suero took his cock in fully, over and over.
Kia was close, his body tense. Suero eased back, his lips brushing tenderly against both of Kia’s inner thighs.
The man lay beneath him, catching his breath. He stared up at the ceiling, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips. Finally, his eyelashes fluttered as he deeply exhaled.
Suero was struggling as well, his muscles tight, his wolf desperate to take Kia. Not yet. Control it. Kia deserves slow and tender.
He looked up, meeting the heat in Kia’s eyes, turning darker with an amber glow as a soft purr rumbled from his throat.
Holy. Fuck. The sound shot straight to Suero’s cock. “Does my beautiful gatito want me?”
he growled, rising to his knees. “Tell me, carino. Does your cheetah hunger for my wolf?”
A bark of laughter escaped Suero as Kia pounced, tackling him. He leaned in, sniffing along Suero’s jawline, a more powerful purr resonating from his chest. “Fuck me, lobo . Now.”
Clearly, Kia didn’t want slow and tender. He wanted primal. Suero’s canines extended, eyes glowing as he seized Kia’s wrists. “Hands and knees, now.”
“Say. Please.”
In one swift, decisive motion, Suero flipped Kia onto his back, staring down into defiant cheetah eyes. His feline wanted control, but Suero’s wolf didn’t submit. Their animals were circling, each daring the other to make the next move.
Kia wrapped his legs around Suero’s waist, yanking him closer.
Suero leaned in, his voice a rasp against Kia’s ear. “ Voy a ensenarte quién manda, gatito. ”
I’m going to show you who's boss, kitty.
He smirked, pulling back just enough to meet those defiant feline eyes. “Do you need a translation, or have I made my point?”
“I have no clue what you said.”
Kia smiled sweetly at him. “So either fuck me or I’m off to enjoy more tacos. At least they know how to leave me craving for more.”
No the fuck …
Suero hissed as the last shred of his patience snapped. His kitten had steel claws—and clearly no idea who he was dealing with.
He gripped Kia’s thighs and dragged him down the bed, bending the man’s legs back until his ass tilted up, spread and waiting. “You want tacos?”
Suero growled, lining himself up.
The head of his cock pressed against Kia’s hole, precum already slicking the sensitive ring. One spurt. Kia’s muscles twitched. His breath caught. His mouth opened like he had something to say, but all that came out was a curse.
Second spurt.
A flush broke across Kia’s chest as his hips rocked. His body was already responding, relaxing, needy.
Third spurt.
Suero’s eyes flashed amber as his cock slid past the barrier, slow and deep. Home. Heat wrapped around him, tight and hot and so damn welcoming it nearly broke his restraint all over again.
“You wanted this?”
He rasped, gripping Kia’s hips as he bottomed out. “No more sweet talk. No more patience.”
He leaned in until their foreheads touched, breath mingling. “You’re mine now, gatito . Say it.”
Kia moaned beneath him, muscles clenching around Suero’s cock, his hands fisting into the sheets. Suero held still, buried deep, barely breathing. His wolf pressed hard against the edge of his control, demanding more—harder, faster, now—but Suero stayed put, forcing himself to feel it.
Kia’s body was tense, legs wrapped around him like a fucking brand.
“You like challenging me?”
Suero murmured, voice rough with restraint. “Keep doing it.”
He drew back, slow. The drag sent a shiver through him. He slammed back in with a snap of his hips, the sound of their bodies connecting a shar noise echoing in the room.
Kia jerked, breath hitching into a half-formed curse. Suero grinned against his neck.
Perfect.
He set a rhythm—not brutal, but demanding. Every thrust a message, a reminder: You asked for this. I’m giving it to you.
One hand gripped the back of Kia’s thigh, holding him wide and open. The other braced near his shoulder as Suero leaned in, lips brushing his ear.
“You feel that?”
he rasped. “That’s what happens when you taunt a wolf.”
Kia’s breath hitched again, body twitching beneath him, tightening around Suero’s cock like his body didn’t want to let go. His wolf snarled for him to claim the cheetah.
The realization struck him hard.
“Holy fuck,”
he whispered, voice hoarse. It hit him all at once—his wolf wasn’t just snarling to mark Kia. It was choosing.
“What?”
Kia’s eyes darted nervously around the room. “What’s wrong?”
Suero tilted his head back, laughing in relief. “Absolutely nothing is wrong, carino . My wolf just finally decided to get onboard.”
Kia looked both thrilled and wary. “Are you sure?”
With a broad smile, he showered his elegido’s face with kisses. “Yes, my beautiful gatito. It’s going absolutely wild to claim you.”
He leaned back, gazing into his mate’s eyes. “ Ahora que eres mía, reto a cualquiera a que te aleje de mí.”
Now that you're mine, I dare anyone to take you away from me.
“Are mine, to take,”
Kia repeated, brow furrowing. “Translation, please. I need the whole thing.”
Curling his fingers around the nape of Kia’s neck, Suero pulled him closer and said with a growl, “Now that you’re mine, I dare anyone to take you from me.”
His balls tightened, pressure coiling in his spine, but he kept going, suppressing the urge to let go too soon. Kia was close—he could feel it. Every clench, every breathless noise, every desperate roll of those hips told him exactly how far to push.
“You’re mine,”
Suero growled, canines brushing his elegido’s skin. “No more teasing. No more games. Just this.”
He thrust harder, deeper—chasing that moment when Kia would break beneath him and give in.
He needed it. His wolf needed it.
And when Kia’s body finally started to shake, when his cries turned into raw, ragged sound—that’s when Suero knew:
He was lost to his elegido . And he wasn’t ever letting go.
His mate trembled beneath him, his legs still hooked around Suero’s waist, breath ragged and fast. His body was tight, gripping Suero like it didn’t want to let go. Suero held there, not moving, buried to the hilt.
Breathe, he told himself. Don’t lose it. Not yet.
His fingers flexed against Kia’s thigh, muscle twitching under his grip. The scent of their sweat, of sex and heat and claiming, filled his lungs. His wolf wanted more. Wanted to take, to bite, to sink deep and make sure Kia never forgot who he belonged to.
But then his elegido’s voice cut through the haze.
Quiet. Raw.
“Suero…”
Just his name. No command. No challenge.
He looked down.
Kia’s eyes were open, locked onto his, and there was no defiance there now. Just heat. Need.
“Don’t stop,”
he whispered. “Please…don’t stop.”
Something broke inside Suero.
Not hard. Not violent. Just a quiet snap —like a chain coming loose. He bent, his hand sliding from Kia’s thigh to his cheek, brushing sweat-damp hair away from his eyes.
“I’m not stopping,”
he murmured, voice low and thick. “I’ve got you.”
He pulled back slowly. Felt every inch of that slick, perfect heat dragging along his cock. Kia shivered, breath catching, and Suero didn’t go hard. He didn’t slam in.
He rocked forward. Smooth. Deep.
His mate’s head fell back against the pillow, his throat exposed, vulnerable. Suero’s lips hovered there, brushing that sensitive skin but not biting—not yet.
His hips moved in slow, deliberate strokes. The kind of pace that said, This isn’t about getting off. This is about making you feel everything.
“You feel me?”
he breathed against Kia’s jaw. “Every inch?”
His mate nodded, eyes fluttering shut, body trembling under him.
“Good,”
he whispered, dragging his tongue up the side of Kia’s neck, tasting salt and skin and the echo of trust. “Because I feel you, too. All of you.”
Kia trembled under him, his chest rising and falling like he couldn’t quite catch enough air. Suero moved again, another slow thrust that dragged the head of his cock right across that spot that made his mate’s whole body tighten.
The cheetah shivered, his nails digging into Suero’s back—not to push away, not even to pull him closer—just to hold on.
Suero didn’t pick up the pace. He didn’t need to. Not when Kia’s body was clinging to him like it was learning a rhythm it had never known.
“ Dime lo que necesitas ,”
he whispered against Kia’s temple. Tell me what you need.
His mate’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Just a soft, desperate exhale. His thighs trembled again, legs still locked around Suero’s waist, and when Suero shifted his angle slightly and pushed back in, Kia cried out.
That noise? That sound broke him.
Not because it was loud. Because it was real.
He kissed Kia’s neck, then his cheek, then lower—trailing reverent touches like prayers over skin that tasted like heat and home.
“You don’t have to be strong right now,”
he murmured. “Just feel me.”
Another slow roll of his hips.
“I do.”
His mate gasped. “I feel you everywhere.”
That made Suero’s throat tighten. His wolf stilled, reverent, recognizing something ancient in those words. Not just surrender. Not just sex.
Belonging.
His fingers gripped Kia’s jaw, not harsh—just grounding. “Look at me, carino .”
Kia’s eyes opened. Gold and fire. Shaky. But open.
Suero leaned in, nose brushing his, lips ghosting over his mouth. “ Estoy contigo .”
I’m with you.
Then he kissed him—slow, deep, no space between their bodies or breath. Just Suero, his wolf, and the mate who had just cracked open his entire fucking soul.
Their mouths met in a slow, consuming kiss. Suero poured himself into it, letting Kia feel the weight of his need, the promise wrapped around every press of his lips. Beneath him, his elegido shifted, moaned, fingers curling into Suero’s hair as their hips rocked in slow, steady rhythm.
Suero dragged his gaze over the man beneath him—his mate. His. Not Xavier’s to protect. Not Xavier’s to control. Not Xavier’s to lose sleep over.
Kia wasn’t some fragile keepsake handed down from a sister’s deathbed. He was fierce. Sharp-tongued. Fire in a compact, golden frame. And right now, all that fire was his to hold, to soothe, to fucking claim.
Why do I doubt that? Suero’s smile still lingered, but inside, everything burned.
Another slow thrust and Kia’s fingers twitched, searching for something—Suero’s shoulder, maybe, or just stability in the middle of unraveling.
He slowed down even more, letting the friction drag. Letting Kia feel it. Letting himself feel it too. Every tight clench, every soft sound.
Kia’s eyes fluttered open, unfocused but locked on him.
Suero leaned in, brushing their noses together. “You don’t belong to anyone else,”
he murmured. “You hear me, gatito ?”
“Loud and unclear.”
Kia’s soft laugh was a cascade of soft, silvery notes, each one a tiny, sparkling droplet that resonated deep inside Suero’s heart.
In that moment, he realized he was falling in love with his kitten. He nuzzled Kia’s neck, smiling into his skin. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Feed me tacos.”
He arched his back. Soft groans. Fingers digging into Suero’s biceps. Then he whispered so low, Suero almost didn’t catch his words. “And never let me go.”
“ Eres mi elegida, hermosa. Siempre estaré a tu lado .”
You’re my chosen one, beautiful. I'll always be by your side. Through the haze of pleasure, Suero rolled his hips, ghosting his lips over Kia’s shoulder.
Then he sank his canines deep.
His mate let out a deep cry that filled the room as his muscles clenched tightly around Suero’s cock. The feeling was intense, like a wave of pleasure crashing over him, his orgasm leaving him breathless. Their souls merged with a profound snap that resonated in the very depth of his being. Suero withdrew his canines and licked the wound. “You feel that, carino?”
But his mate didn’t answer him. Kia surged forward and sank his sharp teeth into Suero’s flesh, causing his orgasm to intensify. He held on to his mate. Another snap . More profound since he was being claimed. Kia pulled his canines free. Their breaths ragged, sweat glistening on their skin. Kia purred, resting his head on Suero’s chest. “Mine,”
Kia murmured, exhaustion lacing his voice.
Suero lowered them to the bed, easing out of his mate’s body as he wrapped his arms around his elegido . Kia was his. His mate. His chosen one. If Xavier dared to challenge his claim, he’d better bring everything he had, because Suero would rain down hellfire on him with a vengeance that knew no bounds.