Page 17 of Devotion

“Sure, you say that, but I’m not ignorant of the way these coeds look at you. I used to be one of them, remember? Everyone wanted you. Even Moira thinks you’re hot.”

I pulled out of her, a grunt of pleasure leaving me as I watched my cum spill from between her lips. I reached out and pushed it back inside her. “Jealous, Mrs. Gallagher?”

“A little.”

“You have no reason to be. You’re the one with my mark. The one with my cum filling you. The only one who will ever have the privilege.”

Turning her around, I cupped her cheek and pressed our foreheads together. “I love you, Sunday. Only ever you. I waited lifetimes to find you.”

She gave a slight nod, then crushed her lips to mine.

I had half a mind to pick her up and go another round, but the door crashed open and an all too familiar chuckle bounced around my office, the scent of cocky wolf breakingthe spell.

“Ha! Told you. Pay up, Thorne. They were totally fucking on his desk.”

“Sorry,” Thorne apologized as Sunday and I separated. “I kept him away as long as I could. You know how he is.”

Kingston shrugged. “What do you think, Daddy G? You up for some group action in the old stomping grounds? The heat room under your church is still there and I swear I can smell her even now. Should we pop in and give it a refresh? You know, once more for old time’s sake?”

“You know we can’t, Kingston. The plane is waiting,” Thorne said.

“It’syourplane. Make it wait.”

“That’s not how planes work, Kingston. There are timetables, and crew schedules, and?—”

“I beg to differ. You’re rich. Money talks. They will listen.”

Sunday righted her skirt and ran her fingers through her hair. “Noah is right. We have to get back to Eden.” She dropped one last kiss on my lips and walked away, giving me a longing look. “Call me, okay?”

“Of course, darlin’. Have a safe flight.”

Kingston frowned but perked up after a moment. “Fine. We can go. But I call dibs on the mile-high club.”

Chapter

Five

THORNE

“Go on, Edie, like this.” Trouble’s voice filtered into the entryway as Kingston and I brought the last of the bags in from the car. “Ow ow oooowoooo.”

“Is your sister howling?” I asked, the imitation of a wolf howl nowhere near the same as the real thing coming from her very human throat.

Kingston dropped the bags he was carrying on the floor, much to mine and Sunday’s annoyance. “Sure sounds like it. Wonder what she’s up to.”

He took off down the hall in search of his youngest sister, Tessa—though we’d all adopted Kingston’s nickname for her and usually called her Trouble—leaving Sunday and me with the bags. I heard his faint correction of the proper howl as he went.

“Now, Sunbeam, you really have to dig deep. Watch Daddy, okay? Plant your feet and tilt your head back. Big breath. And... Ow, ow, oooowooo.”

Sunday giggled at the scene we’d overheard.

“Now there’s a sound I’ve missed sincewe left Ravenscroft. Welcome home, dove,” I murmured, not about to waste the alone time with her.

She hummed and wrapped her arms around my waist. “I’m so glad I have you three. It takes the sting out of missing Caleb.”

“Is that all we are? Stand-ins?”

“No! Of course not. I just meant that?—”

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