Sasha's Lion(7)

By: Hazel Gower

“Damn,” she whispered as her eyes darted farther down his tight six-pack abs, and she saw his dick was standing to attention, very happy and proud this morning.

“My shirt looks better on you than it does me.” He stalked towards her, and she froze.

What did he mean his shirt? Britney had told her it was hers to wear. “Britney said it was hers, and I could wear it.”

“No, she said it was yours to wear. And it is.” Savron hovered close to her, and now as he spoke his breath tickled her skin. “You’re with me today. They’ve gone to get everything ready for the party tonight.”

She took a step back which put her against the hall wall as his words sank in. “What do you mean they’re gone?”

His arms came up on either side, caging her in. “They left hours ago. You’re a late riser.”

“Britney wouldn’t leave. She wanted me to stay. Britney. Britney!”

No one came.

Savron’s lips hovered over hers, and she could hear her heartbeat drumming a million miles an hour.

His fingertips traced her lips. “They left so I could have some time to get to know you better. Because, Sasha, I want to know you in every way.”

Her breath hitched as his mouth came down on hers. Shocked, it took her a moment to respond. She opened her mouth and met his tongue, enjoying his touch and taste. Sasha told herself she’d lost her mind.

Her hands crawled up his chest and around his back to rest clasped to his neck. Drowning in his fresh minty taste she let herself go for a moment. His hands came to rest on her arse pulling her closer to him. His hard, thick erection rubbed against her, and she pushed on his chest.

“Stop. What is going on? I don’t do stuff like this ever.” Sasha wondered what was happening to her. She never let a guy she’d just met kiss her and feel her up. What was wrong with her? What had Savron done to her?

Savron let out a long-suffering moan before he raked his fingers through his hair and took a step away from her. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you this far so soon. It’s just you smell so good, and you’re irresistible in my shirt. How about we start again? You get a shower. My sister left some clothes for you in her bathroom. Once dressed, meet me downstairs, and I’ll tell you what we have planned for the day.”

Savron smiled and his eyes pleaded, and she told herself not to cave but then he added, “Please. I really do like you and would love to get to know you better. I promise I’ll be good.”

Sighing, she nodded. “Okay.”


They were having a late afternoon lunch. Sasha sat across from him eating a chicken burger and nibbling on her fries while he scarfed down two with-the-works burgers.

“What did you think of the movie?” he asked as he shoved a chip in his mouth.

“I liked it. I love action packed movies. It also helps they always have some really hot actor who has his shirt off for half the movie.”

Savron gave a mock growl, and she laughed. He was enjoying himself. Sasha was easy to get along with and talk to. He was happy she’d watched the action movie and not asked to see the romance movie he was willing to take her to. Sasha had chosen a burger place for late lunch even knowing he had the money to take her somewhere a lot more expensive.

“How are you liking America?” Savron loved listening to her talk. It soothed his lion, who just wanted to take her back to his house and claim her.

“It’s good, better than I thought. When Mum said Steven had asked her to move to America Vegas, I was hesitant. I even looked into staying on my own. My dad said I could stay with him, but I don’t really feel welcome with his wife. It’s compulsory to stay in school and do year twelve in Australia. I want to become a childcare worker, which doesn’t require you to have your HSC, but you do need a yearlong course in university or TAFE. So I thought it wouldn’t hurt me too much if I transferred to do my last year over here. If worse comes to worst I can always redo my HSC when I go home.”

He almost choked on a fry as she finished. “You’re going back to Australia?”

She shrugged and pushed her half-eaten food away. “Probably. I came because I knew my mum wouldn’t make the move without me. I always planned to go back once she settled in.”

“What could I do to help you change your mind and stay?”

She winked. “I’m sure you’ll figure out something. So, enough about me. What do you do for a living? Britney said you help your father run his clubs.”

“Yes. We also have a … protection business that I do a lot of work for. It keeps most of my nights busy.”