Chapter 0155

The morning light barely touches my eyelids when I wake. My body thrums with energy despite the minimal sleep. That panther shifter has stamina like nothing I've ever encountered.

Isolde lies sprawled naked beside me, her golden skin a canvas of fading claw marks and love bites. The handprint on her ass has lightened overnight but remains visible. My own body tells a similar story - teeth marks and scratches in various stages of healing.

I press my lips to her shoulder. She stirs with a throaty moan. "Again? Are all Alphas this insatiable?"

A dark chuckle escapes me as my palm connects sharply with her backside. The fresh red mark makes her hiss, but she arches toward me instead of away. Taking the invitation, I sink my teeth into the same spot. Her moan vibrates against my lips, her arousal perfuming the air.

"Naughty kitten. Shower with me if you want more. I've got meetings this morning." Her groan follows me into the bathroom.

The hot water barely has time to soak my skin when I feel her behind me. Her hands find me already half-hard from our earlier play. When she strokes me to full attention, I turn and watch those feline eyes darken with hunger.

"Starved, little panther?"

She nods, licking her lips as I drag my tip across them. That tongue - rough like a cat's - nearly undoes me after last night's activities. Then she takes me deep, proving feline shifters have particular talents. When I finish down her throat, I haul her up and take her against the shower wall.

Afterward, I leave her to finish washing while I dress. A knock interrupts my buttoning. Expecting room service, I open the door to Nathaniel's shocked face.

"What the actual fuck?" His gaze rakes over my marked skin. He takes two steps inside before freezing. "Jesus Christ. What happened here? And that smell..."

"Panther," Isolde purrs, emerging with only a towel wrapped around her hair. Water droplets slide down her bare shoulders.

Nathaniel's jaw drops. Can't blame him - even after last night, the sight of her steals my breath. Every curve is perfection.

"Nathaniel, Isolde. Isolde, Nathaniel."

"Hey," they say in unison before she pins me with a look. "My clothes are shredded thanks to you, Alpha."

"Right." I fetch her one of my shirts and shorts, dressing quickly myself.

Nathaniel surveys the destruction - the demolished bed, shredded furniture, splintered table, and walls that look like they survived a tiger attack. "You two did all this?"

"Every inch," I confirm, handing Isolde the clothes.

She dresses with feline grace before turning to me. "Best night I've had in years. If I'm ever back in town..."

Nathaniel produces a business card before I ask. "Look me up," I finish for her.

Her satisfied smile lingers as she grabs her purse and saunters out.

Nathaniel whistles low. "Office. Now. And we need a cleaning crew."

"No shit," I mutter, following him out. The scent of panther and sex still clings to my skin.