" He snapped back to the present, once again utterly distracted by the woman before him. “We should head back. I’ve got things to do.”
“Things? Ooh. That sounds utterly decadent. What kind of things are you planning? I’m very partial to nipple play just so you know.”
The bag with its leftover treats provided a shield to hide the tenting of his trousers, but nothing could quell the heat in his blood.
Why did she do things on purpose to tease him?
Why are we not taking her up on her offer?
Why wouldn’t his liger go take a fucking nap like other bloody felines?
A glower didn’t deter her from linking her arm through his as they left.
A tight-lipped countenance didn’t stem her adorable chattering as they walked.
A firm leash on his emotions didn’t prevent the spurt of pleasure at her touch.
A denial of their involvement didn’t stop his growl of jealousy when some yuppies they passed on the sidewalk swiveled to give her a second look.
Were the teeth he bared necessary?
Yes.
Was the sigh as he entered the lobby and a dozen lionesses went “ooh” avoidable?
No.
Nor could he avoid the snickers that followed Luna singing, “Bow-chica-wow-wow,” especially since Meena joined in and began the impromptu dance that involved a lot of hip shaking and breast jiggling.
Throw her over our shoulder and take her to our room. We must claim her before another does.
What happened to his usually staid and laid back inner feline?
The right woman happened.
But what was right for his wild side wasn’t what the more serious man side wanted.
She is chaos.
Yes. And wondrous for it.
She is physically perfect.
And tempting him to take a bite.
She’ll never let you have a moment of peace.
His life would have purpose.
She would love me with the passion and embrace of a hurricane.
But could he survive the storm? Or should he try and outrun it?
She would catch us. She is strong. A true huntress.
Rawr.
Possible life-changing inner conversations were best conducted out of sight, especially since it made him less mindful of his surroundings allowing his cousin Luna to sidle alongside and mutter, “I see the look in your eye.”
“What look?”
“The one that sees something yummy it wants to eat.”
Was he truly that obvious? “I’m not hungry. I just had breakfast.”
Luna elbowed him as she snickered. “Way to pretend ignorance. I know that you know what I know is happening.”
“Say that fast five times.”
She did. Luna wasn’t just quick on her feet.
“So when are you claiming her?” the nosy woman asked.
“Never.” He ignored his feline collapsing in a heap.
“Leo. I am shocked at you. Aren’t you the one who advocates honesty?”
“Only if it won’t cause irreparable harm. Then even giant white lies are allowed. Anything to hold back the insidious forces of chaos. "

― Eve Langlais , When an Omega Snaps (A Lion's Pride, #3)