The smell of bacon woke her up.

Her eyes fluttered open to the empty side besides her. Disappointment course through her.

He must be in the kitchen cooking their breakfasts.

She wasn't as sticky as she thought she would be. He must have also cleaned her up.

Then the images of last night came flooding in.

Last night was...

Last night was...

Shit... Last night was filthy... Raw... Animalistic and fucking mind blowing.

Did she actually pass out?

DANM... That's embarrassing.

Multiple orgasms was nothing but a myth to her.

She was a definite believer now.

She didn't know how many times he'd made her come last night, simply because she couldn't have counted.

She kept coming on his cock over and over again completely drunk in pleasure. Before one ended another sparked up again. She didn't know if she was coming or going.

After fucking her mouth and pussy, he made her remind him of what was next and what he was going to do while doing it.

There was no way he was supposed to fit in there, but he used a whole goddanm bottle of lube and he made sure to fit.

And fit in he did. Like a glove made just for him.

Jesus that was hot.

She was never interested in anal sex but that's when things went crazy last night.

After making sure she was OK and he could finally move, something in him broke. Like taking her this way made him lose all control. He was ruthless. Fucked her hard, fast and deep. He almost sounded like he was begging her to say her safe word. That was the only thing that could stop him even if it looked like it would kill him if she actually did say it.

She stubbornly refused to.

She loved every second of it. She loved how she could unravel such a big powerful man when she was the one trapped underneath him.

He was rough and held her so tight she knew she was going to bruise, but she welcomed it. She wanted to replace all her nightmares that kept her up at night by all her moments with Henri.

She was tired of being afraid.

But as she looked up and watched Henri growling while ramming her puckered hole and fisting her cunt...

As the waves of ecstasy and pure bliss kept crashing down on her over and over again, tears streamed down her face just as she clutched on to the sheets around her, her chest bucked up, head tilted back and her eyes rolled in the back of her head, she'd never felt safer in her life.

She knew he wouldn't hurt her... Never her.

Then the dark spots came to view and...nothing.

So she did pass out.

Awkward.

How was she going to show her face to him after passing out on him.

He is no doubt going to scold her for not saying her safe word.

But there's no way in hell on earth she was going to stop what happened last night.

It was....

Um...

Perfect.

Yea, that was perfection, and that's exactly what she needed.

He was savage and insatiable and she was satiated.

A smile brighten her face at the realization that she was truly and completely satiated. The constant, impossible to please ache between her legs was gone.

She stretched her arms above her head, yawning.

She couldn't stay in bed all day and had to face him some time today. And she was starving.

She could feel that he'd put some ointment for her, and that truly touched her heart.

He was really the sweetest man she'd ever met. He'd legitimately ruined her for any other man, and she didn't know how she was going to walk away in five more days.

Getting up to go clean up and finish her morning routine, she was suddenly met by the floor.

"DANM IT! "

Her legs were rubbery.

What in the entire fuck!

She literally couldn't walk!

Before she knew it a pair of strong arms picked her up and she was safely nestled against some hard yummy chest.

"Oh kitten are you OK?

Did you get hurt?"

He was worried, it was obvious. So she didn't know why it happened, but a fit of laughter tore through her and she just couldn't stop.

She got fucked so hard that now she couldn't walk.

He carried her to the bathroom and sat her on a chair while fixing the temperature of the water for her.

She finally stopped laughing when she couldn't breathe anymore and glanced over at him...

He wasn't laughing.

Actually he looked pissed.

His muscles were tense and jaw clenched.

****

He'd hurt her.

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck !

He was supposed to protect her, and at his lust crazed moment... He fucking hurt her.

Her whole body was covered in love bites.

Those he was OK with. That was good work. He was rather proud actually.

But what he wasn't proud of was the fact that he had made her invalid. Even if if was for a short amount of time.

It also didn't escape him how she winced when he picked her off the floor.

But now... She was laughing?

A full blown, head back, tears rolling down gut laughter and it sounded like heaven to him.

She'd loosened up during their time together. She smiled more, made jokes and even played more. That made him puffed up his chest in pride.

She'd also changed him for the better. He was more relax... At peace. And he was sure it was because he'd found the second half of his soul.

She completed him.

Which made him even more angry with himself, when he picked her up from the chair to put her in the shower(which by the way, she was sitting on the edge of, no doubt because she was in pain.) he noticed the blue marks on her hips that were left by his fingers gripping on her too hard last night.

And let's not even talk about the fact that she fucking passed out on him!

He'd let his lion take too much control, and he had gotten so lost watching her come and squirt over and over again all over his cock, for his stupid to brain to realize that it was too much for her. This will never happen again.

He stripped down his clothes and got in there with her to help.

She was closely observing him.

"Don't." she said

"Whatever do you mean?"

He couldn't look her in the eyes and got busy lathering up the shampoo to wash her hair, because...well...he came all over that too last night.

He tried to clean it up as much as possible while she was passed out, but couldn't get everything out and he didn't want her to sleep with wet hair.

"Henri, you aren't that mysterious. I can pretty much guess everything you are thinking of right about now."

"I assure you that's not possible."

She search his eyes and forces him to look at her.

"Please don't.... Don't you dare regret what happened last night."

He looked at her surprise that she was so perceptive.

"I hurt you."

"No you didn't! I am fine."

"How can you say you are fine when you can't even walk?"

"I thought you'd like that though. I mean it is your fault after all." she teased.

"Yes you are right... It is my fault and I'm so sorry."

Oh my God.

She just can't anymore with this big beautiful idiot. What was so hard to understand?

"I didn't mean it that way Henri.". She sighs

"Last night was perfect, and I won't have you ruin the memories of it for me just because you are throwing yourself a pity party because you think you've hurt me. I am a grown ass woman who can take care of herself. If I didn't like what was happening, I would have said so. And if you didn't stop well...

I didn't take kickboxing for the last four years for nothing. You are big, but I think I can take you down if I wanted to. "

A glint of amusement find its way into his breathtaking green eyes, and the corner of his mouth quirked up slowly.

Everyday she's found different ways to amaze him more and more.

But without saying another word, he finished washing and conditioning her hair then took his time and scrub every inch of her body.

She helped him wash up as well, then he wrapped her up real nice like a burrito with a huge towel and carried her back in the bedroom. Took one of his t-shirt and dressed her up.

She shook her head smiling.

"You are hurt... So I have to take care of you." he scoffs.

"What's next, are you going to do my hair too?"

"Okay, we'll do that next. But after you've eaten up breakfast."

"Wait... What?"

She was shocked and grinning from ear to ear.

"Are you telling me you know how to do my type of hair?"

"I will braid them for you."

She just looked at him and blinked a couple of times. He couldn't help but chuckle. Picked her back up and carried her to the kitchen.

The food was already plated and it smelled heavenly. Bacon, eggs, waffles, a bowl of fruit salad, orange juice and coffee.

He put a cushion down on the chair and helped her sit. She rolled her eyes, but really appreciated it. She was really feeling it now.

Before she started eating, he handed her two aspirins and a glass of water, then finally sat across from her.

"Thank you handsome."

He intertwined her feet to his under the table and blow her a small kiss.

She was in pain, so the least he could do was make her smile.

The mighty lion of his has been really quiet this morning, no doubt also feeling guilty.

Adil:" I am no longer feeling bad, our mate stated she liked what we did and she requires for us not to taint her memories of it."

"Not now Adil, we will talk about this later. Let's just focus on her for now."

"Ok human.... But understand if you had already marked her this would not have happened."

"Henri? Are you OK? You are growling."

She giggled, watching him getting embarrassed.

Her smile lit up her face and it took his breath away. She didn't have a smidge of make up on, her hair still wrapped on a towel and he was dying to trace the light bunch of cute freckles on her nose with the tip of his finger.

She ate with appetite. Another thing he liked about her. She wasn't like the other women he's dated before who got full after two teaspoons of food.

"So... Kickboxing huh?"

"YuPP... For four years now."

"Why?"

"Didn't want to be a victim anymore."

He nodded in understanding.

"We should spar sometimes."

"Do you know how?"

He only smiled and winked at her.

"Of course you do... I mean why wouldn't you. What don't you know how to do?

Now it was his turn to laugh out loud.

" I'm far from being perfect baby. Just doing the best I can."

Actually, him learning how to fight was not a choice. Since he could walk he had been made to train. He is very well skilled in an array of martial arts. It would have been reckless and widely irresponsible for him not to be.

" How are you feeling now by the way... A little better maybe?"

"Yea, I think I can walk now." she said, still giggling.

"OK. I'll run upstairs and get your hair products. Meet me in the living room I'll do your hair for you."

"Wait... You were serious about that?"

What about what he said made it look like he was joking? She was baffled and that just made him want to prove himself even more. Going up the stairs he'd already made a plan on how exactly he was going to comb them.

He came back down after gathering up everything, and she was still wobbling her way to the living room slowly.

He silently growled and shook his head.

Clearly not fine.

He pulled down a few cushions off of the couch and placed them on the plush carpet for her. He sat on the couch and motioned for her to sit on the floor in between his legs.

As soon she sat down, he realized in retrospect that might have been a bad idea, because as soon as her warmth made contact with him, he was hard and ready to go. But he'd already vowed not to touch her today. They had a flight back to the states in the afternoon, and he was determined to get her well by then.

Didn't matter if he could now smell her arousal as she nestled closer to his package to get comfortable.

Nope that didn't matter at all.

He was going to keep his paws off of her today even if it killed him.

That was a legitimate fear now. His dick might just explode.

After a short moment of reading the instructions on the hair products, armed with the biggest comb he'd ever seen and an arm full of elastic bands, he was plenty ready to prove his prowess.

First he sprayed her hair with a detangler,

Then applied a generous amount of leave in conditioner throughout her hair, massaging her scalp in the process.

He was rewarded with small little breaths coming in gasps from her.

Then separated her hair in four different sections and commenced the detangled process.

She tried to take charge of a section to help him out, but he swatted her hand away with the comb. This was his mission and he intended to finish it without help.

She couldn't wait to see the end results. He'd let her see it at at then.

But one thing that was a bit more sure for her now,

As she sat between his legs and enjoyed the feel of his fingers braiding her hair, she then realized Henri Beausejour is one of the most dangerous man she's ever met. Out of everyone whose ever hurt her, he could do the most damage because...

Sigh

Fudge!

She did what she didn't want to happen. She went and, like an idiot, fell for him.

He continued doing her hair, and they ended up talking about everything and anything. From their favorite colors and food to how many kids they dreamed of having.

She never dared dreams such dream, but she nevertheless answered two. He wanted a football team.

An hour later he was passing his fingers through her hair assembling together all the twists he'd just finished and putting an elastic binding their ends together, in a ploy to keep the long tresses of hair out her eyes and down the middle of her back.

" Et VOILÀ !" He exclaimed beaming, putting a small mirror in front her face waiting impatiently for her reaction.

Flabbergasted was the right word. How in the hell... Where in the heck did he learn how to do this? He did a way better job than she could have done.

'Will you marry me?'

Is what she almost blurted out, but instead asked. "How are you still single?"

'I was waiting for you.' He should have said, but chickened out and shrugged: " Didn't find the right one yet."

It was impossible to ignore the sharp pain she felt at his words.

He didn't find her yet, which means she wasn't his right one.

That felt like a cold bucket of water were thrown at her. But she forced a smile on anyway and thanked him profusely.

He really did do an amazing job.

But before she could ask where he learned how to do that, his phone rang for the first time since they've been on the island. He was very serious about not being disturbed not unless of an emergency.

A short conversation later with his assistant, he found out his brother had her move up their flight back to New York and they needed to get ready right away.

"No need to rush too much kitten, it's my plane they can't leave without us."

True enough. But she could also tell he wasn't happy with the new development, so rushed she did.

6 hours later, they were getting inside his penthouse in New York, when the door flew open before he'd put the codes in.

Henri stood in front of her growling at the intruder, when she peeked around him to see who it was, her jaw dropped.

It was another gorgeous man. As tall as Henri, but with less muscles mass. Still extremely fit though, but perhaps lifted things up less than her Henri.

Chocolate skin, long long locks, strong jaw, full lips...and...DIMPLES!

She was gawking. It was rude. They were both looking at her. Henri was not so happy, but didn't look to bothered.

The stranger had that smirk on his face knowing she was checking him out.

The matching piercing green eyes and dimples gave it away....

He was the brother.

He reached to shake her hand and introduce himself since Henri didn't seem to want to do it.

"It is nice to finally meet you, the name is Luc, his brother" Henri rolled his eyes and closed the door behind him.

"Nice to meet you as well. Natalia."

She seriously wanted to meet the two humans who gave birth to those two specimens.

"You guys have groupies don't you?"

Luc laughed and threw his arm around her shoulders.

"I have a feeling we will get along really well Lia."

"LUC !" Henri growled warning him.

Ignoring his brother he kept his attention on Lia. Already he felt a kinship between them and an unexplained urge to protect her.

"Lia?" she asked perplexed.

"Yep, don't you like it?

Well I like it.

That's your new name.

And only I can call you that.

This big one can come up with his own name."

She giggled. She's been doing that a lot lately.

She liked Lia. She's never had someone give her a nickname derived from her name before.

She also liked Luc. She could already tell he liked to talk and was the total opposite of Henri. Too bad soon she'll be out of their lives, or she could really see them being friends.

"Luc, let her go already. She needs to rest."

"Im going to go freshen up upstairs. It was really nice to meet you Luc." she said with a big smile.

They waited for her to get upstairs, then Luc's mood changed completely.

"You are needed home immediately Henri, and this time you must go."

"What happened?"

"Dad has been challenged."

"Who dared challenged father? After what happened to the last one I didn't think anyone soon would have the balls to."

"Yea, but that was a hundred years ago. Before we were born. Dad has gotten old and have let himself go now that he has you.

Everyone knows you've been taking care of the pride remotely for the last 5 years, and dad is just sitting on the throne. And given all your other responsibilities, you've done an admirable job brother. Better than I could ever do. But now... "

" I know, I know. You are laying it on a little tick. And you don't have to. I'd never let dad fight.

Who challenged him and when is it scheduled for. "

" Mathieu and it's on for Tuesday."

" The same loser Mathieu we knew as kids?"

" Yes. His father relinquished his pride to him earlier this year, and his made himself believe he deserves to now be king."

This did not please Aldi. He growled in discontent and let seep out some his power he has been hiding. Luc found himself bowing on his knees without knowing.

When Henri took back control, Luc quickly rose to his feet.

" What the fuck was that Henri? " he was still out of breath. The power radiating out of his brother nearly knocked him out.

Aldi:" WE ARE KING! HOW DARE HE CHALLENGE US?"

Henri: "Technically Aldi, Dad is still King. I have not yet fully taken the throne."

Aldi: "No! You do not understand, because you do not know... It is time that you know. We are destined to be more than just merely be the King of werelions, but we are to be the King of all werefelines.

We are destined to rule all felines, that is why I have mentioned of us being special."

Luc:" you've got that constipated look on your face, are you all right?