Boarlander Silverback (Boarlander Bears #3)(37)

No Nards in sight, she leaned against the doorframe. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just worried. And my gorilla is ripping at my insides.” He cast her a quick glance. “I didn’t know it would be like this.”

“Like what?”

“I’m rough, Ally. I mean, it’s in my nature to be rough, and I didn’t give two thoughts about how you would be affected by that.” He laid out the supplies on the counter and lifted the hem of her shirt over her head, then peeled her damp tank top off as well. “Female gorilla shifters like being roughed up, with affection and in the bedroom, and silverbacks don’t worry about them healing. I’m freaking out a little. I think I’m going to be shitty at this.”

“It’s okay, Kirk. You were raised around people like you. And then you were part of Kong’s family group.”

“But…” He waved his hand at her puncture marks. At least they weren’t bleeding anymore, but they did look angry and red. Kirk’s head almost reached the ceiling in here, and his wide shoulders blocked an entire half of the wall from view. “I guess I didn’t really give much thought to a human mate because I always assumed you would be different.”

“A shifter, you mean?”

“Yeah.”

She leaned her butt against the counter as he began cleaning her shoulder. “But you don’t regret me, right?”

“No.” Kirk shook his head and kissed her lips, just once. Just a single sip. “No, Ally, I have no regrets. I just have a lot to learn.”

She smiled in relief, rocked forward, and rested her forehead against his bare chest. “So do I.”

He chuckled deep in his throat, but swallowed the sound the instant she winced against the burn of the cleaner. “I hate this.” He pressed his lips on top of her hair and let them linger there for a few moments before he started taking care of her again. “I hate seeing you hurt.”

She ran a light touch over the gunshot scar on his shoulder. “I know the feeling.”

As he bandaged her, his attention dipped time and time again to her breasts and the tattoos that covered most of her left side, and she understood since she was drinking in his body as well. Muscular neck, perfectly defined pecs, eight-pack abs that flexed with every breath, and that light trail of hair that led from his belly button down into his jeans. With her fingernail, she traced the strip of muscle that delved over his hip bone and into the waist of his pants. And when she pulled his jeans forward and ran her touch along the edge of the fabric, a shiver took Kirk’s shoulders, and he let off a soft groan.

“Woman, I just told you it’s hard to be gentle. You’re hurt. Don’t push.” His voice came out all inhuman and rough. Sexy silverback.

Feeling empowered that she could affect him so easily, she unsnapped the button of his jeans and gave him a naughty smile. “Should I stop then?”

His gaze on her hands, he shook his head with a jerk. Oh, beautiful man, with those blazing golden eyes and his chestnut hair falling forward against his sharp cheekbones. Alison pulled his zipper down slowly and unsheathed his thick erection. The head of his cock was swollen, and his length hard as stone, standing rigid against his belly. She ran her finger down his shaft and reveled in the satisfaction from his soft, needy growl.

“You’re f*cking killing me,” he murmured as she slid down to her knees, taking his pants with her.

Kirk leaned back on the sink on one locked arm and ran his fingers through her hair with the other. Gently, she clamped her teeth on the head of his cock. He hissed, gripped her hair, and eased her back. He shook his head slowly, his hair twitching against his jaw with the motion. He looked feral right now. Inhuman. Wild. Hers. With a smile, Alison gripped his shaft and slid her mouth over him. His grip tightened in her hair, and he let off a soft sound deep in his throat, but he didn’t pull her onto him. Instead, he let her set the pace, stroke after stroke, until his abs were twitching and his breath came ragged. And when his hips rolled with her motion, she knew she had him.

“Ally, Ally, Ally, stop. Stop or I’m gonna come in your mouth.”

That sounded awesome, but Kirk eased out of her and blew three short breaths, then pulled her upward with a surprising amount of strength. She forgot how much of his power he hid. His chest was still making that sexy rumbling sound and, biting back an excited grin, she shimmied her damp shorts down her legs. Her insides were on fire, ready for him. Her body reacted to him like she was a firecracker and he was a match. His touch caused instantaneous, tingling, glorious heat.

He cupped her cheek, his expression intense the moment before his lips crashed onto hers. Swaying her from side to side, he turned her around until her back rested against his chest. He dragged kisses down her neck, one hand gently cupping her breast. His erection was hard against her back, and she was shocked at her reflection in the mirror. Cheeks flushed, lips parted and swollen, pupils dilated, nipples drawn up into tight little buds. A moment of mortification took her when he locked her arms against the counter top and she realized what he intended. If she didn’t close her eyes quick, she was going to watch herself get banged by a Boarlander. She squeezed her eyes closed, but Kirk’s deep, reverberating chuckle filled the small room.

“You should watch what you do to me, Ally.”

“I’ve never done it in front of a mirror,” she rushed out.