On the Prowl

Getting up from his bed, he exited the room. Barely out of his door, Preston collided with someone.
“Aaaaah!” The person screamed.
As soon as he placed his hands on the individual to steady them, he knew who it was by his body’s reaction.
“Tresa,” he growled. “What are you doing up here?” His fingers flexed on her waist.
“I was walking until I was mauled by an overgrown alley cat.” She placed her hands on her hips and stared at him accusingly with her beautiful brown eyes.
Taking a step, he pushed her against the wall beside his door. “I see you still haven’t learned your lesson about opening that sarcastic mouth of yours.”
Turning her head, she glanced at the wall now against her back, then looked at him and placed her hands on his chest. “Whoa, there, tomcat.”
“I believe I warned you, Tresa.” Letting her go, he placed his hands against the wall, boxing her in.
Her eyes became round. “That’s not fair. I was only trying to find my room to change.”
“Sure you were.” He leaned in and brushed the curve of her neck with his nose. She smelled like amber, a sensuous blend of sweet musk and the earthy note of a fierce huntress. She’d make one hell of a she-cat. Too bad Amofeli genes were only a male trait. Tresa would own it well.
“I..I..” she stammered.
Unable to resist, he slipped his tongue from his mouth and glided it along the column of her throat. She shivered against him.
“Preston! You coming or what?” The bark of his brother’s voice returned him to his senses.
Or what was more like it. Had Kal not shown up, he’d been coming inside Tresa real soon.
“Oh, God,” she groaned and placed her hand on his chest attempting to shove him away from her.
Annoyed, he glared at Kal. He knew Kal had seen who he was with and what he possibly was up to. He would have raged at his brother for interrupting if it wasn’t for the fact Preston’s only reason for being at the pride grounds was for Kal’s wedding. Turning back to Tresa, he whispered, “This is warning number two, beloved. The next time I don’t care if the entire pride shows up, I’m not stopping until I’m buried deep inside of you.” Leaning in again, he pressed his lips to the shell of her ear so there would be no misunderstanding of his words. “So, if you want to get fucked, come near me again.”
With that said he pivoted and strolled toward the impatient groom.