Wulf POV:
I stood amongst the group of men in the main living room in my house.
In the absence of my father, a lot of them felt free to wonder off and check on the detectives daughter thats been roaming around here lately.
And they seemed to enjoy the view of her.
Especially since she was currently slipping god knows what past her lips.
Moaning when whatever it was hit her pink little tongue.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, "Someone bring me the chef."
A few men seemed surprised to see me, too absorbed with the pretty girl in her low cut top, but did as I asked anyways.
As always the chef looked nervous to be out of the kitchen and thrown to me, he glanced over at the still oblivious Vega on the next room, "does she not like-"
"What the fuck did you feed her?"
He blanched, "Well she wondered into the kitchen because she said she was feeling uh..snacky and asked to use one of the stoves. While she is your personal guest I was supposed to make lunch today so I offered to make her some finger foods while the rest of the staff worked on lunch prep."
I rose a brow surprised, "and she let you do that?"
"On the condition I fed her something she never even thought of, I uh took a guess and went with raspberry balsamic meatballs made from pork, kobe, and lamb. Is she unhappy?"
I hummed, "no..shes happy to say the least." I clasped his shoulder, "good going."
I left him standing in shock to go see what vega was moaning about, grasping her wrist I stole on of the meatballs from her.
She frowned.
I licked my lips, "hm. not bad."
"you stole my snack."
"you were looking a little needy I was curious. You know meatball is not an aphrodisiac correct?"
She glared at me, "neither is Chinese food but you never point that out when I'm eating Moo-shu pork, naked in your bed."
...good point.
My gaze flickered down to her lips.
Maybe because I normally feed her after I have had my fun between her silky thighs.
Those perfect..inviting lips curled into a smirk, "find something interesting baby boy?"
I flashed her a quick little grin, "intoxicating really."
Her smirk turned to a soft smile, "oh? do I get charming Wulf today?"
I leaned over her, tucking my fingers under her chin, "depends on how charming Wulf makes you feel."
Slowly, sweetly, she wrapped her arms around my neck to whisper gently in my ear, "He makes me so...hot."
She caught my lips with her own as she pulled away.
I chose not to tell her that she may have just let the cat out of the bag.
Instead I opted to pull her closer not letting her kiss end at a quick tease, coaxing her tongue out to play with my own.
Fingers laced through my hair, pulling me down further onto the couch with Vega as she practically purred against me.
I loved when she was like this, so sensual, I never knew when she would be in this sort of mood
But it was always a welcome surprise. She was always wild and playful in bed like this. frisky and filled with passion.
As if to prove my point she wrapped one of those deliciously tan legs around me and forced me practically on top of her, her lips dancing across the column of my neck.
Vega tugged at my shirt impatiently.
I ignored her, instead cupping her face and stroking her cheek with my thumb.
She savored the feeling, her motions turning from needy and eager to a slower spark. Heat and desire swimming behind her eyes as they fluttered open.
"Wulfie..."
"hmm?"
"I need you."
I restrained a groan from the breathy sound of her voice, I did not need to give anyone even more of a show by screwing the girl on the couch.
The not so subtle ache in my jeans was adamantly disagreeing with my decision.
"baby, lets take this upstairs?"
She traced patterns in my upper thigh slowly, peering up at me through her lashes, "why? Here's fine isn't it?"
Dear god she wanted to make this hard on me.
...keep her modesty or sate our lust?
Her fingers skimmed the waistband of my jeans toying with the button, "Wulf.."
Whelp. Decision made. "Yeah..yeah here's fine. Perfect really."
She laughed a bit, kissing my deeply.
"Wulf. Seriously, you are not about to do what I think you are."
I cringed as Vega went still.
"Jeremy. I am going to kill you."
The beautiful girl in my arms chose this moment to slap me, "WHAT THE FUCK WULF?! YOU THINK HE'S DEAD?! I AM GOING TO FUCKING TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!"
I sighed, rubbing at my face, "now look what you did man, she is not going to be any fun since she's pissed."
Jeremy frowned, "And she would have been fun when she realized she had an audience?"
Vega started to pace, rage simmering beneath the surface threatening to explode again, "I am not some show!"
"I know."
She glared at me. "clearly not!"
"Oh come on you know how sexy you are its not like its easy to say no when your practically dry humping me and doing that breathy needy shit you always do."
She made the strangest, oddly arousing, growling noise, "I HATE YOU!"
"And I love it."
She made to slap me again.
I caught her wrist, feeling her pulse flutter wildly beneath her skin. "hey, nothing happened and these guys know to keep their mouth shut. So I'm sorry baby, but its going to be fine."
She glared at me like she wanted to stab me in the eye but let me grip her hips and pulled her close anyways. "you are not sorry."
Okay no. Maybe not.
But she really can't blame me, not while she's the one who started it. "I am."
"maybe. but not for what you did."
I rose a brow at her.
"you're sorry you didn't get off."
...she's been at this for too long. Always knowing what I'm thinking "same difference."
"Is not!"
I huffed, "look. how about we forget about your issues with me and go upstairs."
"I am not having sex with you."
"not for sex."
That can come later.
"Oh really?'"
"yes, really." I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, "I was thinking more along the lines of something like a back rub to ease the tension from your shoulders and maybe a-"
"Do not try romancing your way out of this. it won't work, not romance, not pouting and puppy eyes, not the playful attitude, not this time buddy!"
I tisked.
Well if she was going to play like that she leaves me no choice. The slight smile I had donned dropped, "well..this is not going as expected. So here I'll give you two options. A; I can just shoot everyone who saw and we can just fucking forget about it or B; you can walk that sexy ass of yours upstairs and into my room, take a nice long shower and forget about it."
We stared one another down, disbelief written across her face, "are you threatening me?"
annnnd now shes being dramatic.
Damn woman. "If thats what you think I guess, so will it be A or B?"
"How about F as in FUCK YOU WULF FUCK YOU!"
I watched her walk away.
I guess Vega chose option C; to flip a bitch.
I hate when she chooses option C. As cute as the girl is she's annoying when she's bitching at me.