Page 2 of Devotion

“Da!” she squawked before slapping me in the face.

“I probably deserved that,” I said with a soft chuckle, capturing her chubby hand and pretending to gnaw on it.

“Every single time I catch you doing something like that, I have to do a double take, priest.” Alek loomed in the doorway, his expression bemused.

“Why? Because I’m a... what is it Sunday calls me? Stern brunch daddy?”

“Precisely.”

“I can smile.” I proceeded to show him.

“Are you sure? Because that looks more like a grimace to me.”

Immediately scowling, I shot back, “Not everyone is a golden fecking retriever, Alek.”

The giant smirked. “It’s true. There’s only room for one of us.”

“In that case, be a good boy and watch your daughter. She’s refusing sleep. Stubborn girl, just like her mother.”

Alek took her from me, instantly focused on the task at hand. He was already crooning softly in her ear, his voice a low murmur as he swayed back and forth. “Is that right, my sweet little Valkyrie? Do you need me to tell you a better story? I’m sure Daddy Caleb’s was filled with doom and gloom and the perpetual suffering of man. Allow me to inspire your dreams with tales of my youth. Would you like to hear about the time your uncle Tor and I tamed a wyvern?”

“Good lord, Alek, she’s not even two,” Thorne drawled from the door, arms crossed as he shook his head. “You could talk to her about mushy peas, and she’d be excited.”

“No one is excited about mushy peas,” Alek grumbled.

“Speak for yourself,” I offered. “They were one of my favorites as a child.”

“You had favorites? You mean you actually likedsomething before Sunday? Quick alert the media.” Thorne’s dry, sarcastic tone had me itching to box his ears, but I held back. My Sunday was waiting for me.

“Kindly fuck off, Thorne. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to make our wife scream in pleasure. Have fun changing nappies.”

I left the room before he could get a parting shot in. My time with Sunday was precious, and I wouldn’t waste a single second. There was no telling what that wolf was doing to her. They probably already started without me.

If Sunday could see me now, she would definitely call me out for pouting. My girl loved to be a brat. And I loved putting her in her place as she challenged me at every turn. She owned me and she knew it.

As I suspected, Kingston hadn’t been able to wait. Sunday’s soft moans filtered to my ears from the brazenly wide open doorway. My little exhibitionist.

I reached down and palmed my straining cock through my jeans. My days of standing on the wayside and coming in my trousers were long past. That said, there was something about watching her that would never get old.

Lingering in the shadows of the hallway, I peeked through the doorway at the tantalizing picture they created. Kingston was on his back, dick at attention as Sunday rode his face. His hands gripped the globes of her pert arse, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks.

He grunted as she rocked her hips back and forth, her hands gripping the headboard, head thrown back, waterfall of dark hair trailing all the way to her waist.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” I whispered, in absolute awe of her.

She didn’t hear me, too lost in the pleasure Kingston was bringing her. That was all right, I had other methodsof making myself known. I stepped into the room, my fingers working the buttons of my shirt, my eyes only leaving the beautiful display in front of me to make sure I wouldn’t trip over their discarded clothes. When you lived with a fecking giant, you learned that lesson fast. Tripping over one of his shoes was a bit like tripping over a ski.

Thankfully, they’d paused long enough to light the fireplace, and the soft glow of the firelight clearly illuminated my path. Not that the darkness would have been a problem for a vampire.

“Fuck, Caleb. I know you’re here. I can feel you staring.” Sunday’s voice was nothing but a breathy groan, and I gave up the pretense of playing the voyeur.

Taking the time to fold my shirt and set it on the chair beside the river rock mantel, I murmured, “You love when I watch.”

“Yes,” she agreed readily, turning her head so she could watch me undress. “It reminds me of the first time, atIniquity. I think about your hand pressed against that glass often. The way I could see what your shadow was doing on the other side.” Sunday let out a needy moan, her eyes falling closed and her hips moving faster as she chased her release.

“Are you going to come for us,a stor?”

“Y-yes.”

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