Page 27 of Devotion

“Good boy.” She turned away from him, releasing my hand before threading her arm through mine. Kingston took a step like he was going to follow, but she stopped him with a tsk. “Finish what you’re doing, and don’t burn the pie. Then you can join us.”

I was expecting a protest, but there wasn’t so much as a sulk.

“You’re the wolf whisperer,” I muttered.

“Wanna know my secret?”

If it would help me keep Kingston muzzled, I absolutely did.

I nodded, and she leaned up on her tiptoes, bringing her lips to my ear. “Magic pussy.”

Well, so much for that plan. But I’d accept the benefit of her skills and put them to good use.

Her stomach growled as we walked down the hall. “So, you’re feeding me?”

“Of course I am. And then you’re feeding me.”

She snuggled closer. “My favorite.”

Half an hour later, Sunday fed and happy, we lounged together on the soft nest of fluffy pillows and blankets I’d brought in for this special occasion. The sunroom served as many things for us, easily morphed to suit our desires,but my favorite was when I could give my mate a romantic evening under the stars. It was very nearly one of Lilith’s special rooms, except I didn’t have magic to manifest what I wanted. Still, I thought I’d done a bang-up job creating a soft and sensual environment for tonight. Clusters of candles were the only light, save the moonbeams spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and my Sunday looked like a goddess in the glow of the flames.

She must have felt my eyes drinking her in because she turned her face toward mine, smirking. “I can’t tell whether you’re trying to seduce me, Mr. Blackthorne, or select your preferred vein.”

My lips twitched. “Is both an option?”

“God, yes.”

“Then lay back, dove, and let me do a proper job of it.”

“Oh. Well, when you say it like that,” she teased, doing exactly as I’d asked.

She’d taken to wearing dresses, her early pregnancy symptoms making her less comfortable in constricting clothing. I appreciated it, and I knew the others did as well. Especially when all I had to do was watch as she bent her knees and parted her thighs for me.

“No knickers? Why, Mrs. Blackthorne, were you expecting some attention from me tonight?” I teased.

If Kingston had been here, he certainly would’ve already broken Sunday’s no-speaking rule to correct the use of my last name. Or to comment on her lack of undergarments. Just like me, he was weak when it came to her.

“Maaaaybe,” she said, voice catching as I dragged the tips of my fingers up her inner thigh, taking the flowy material with me and baring her lower half.

“What’s wrong, dove? Ticklish?”My fingertips continued along the silken skin, eliciting gasps from her the closer I got to her already wet cunt.

“I’d say desperate. Needy. Turned on. Ticklish is the farthest thing from my mind.”

The door to the room opened nearly soundlessly as Kingston slipped inside, jaw clenched, eyes trained on our mate, expression deadly serious. All he did was give me a cursory nod, as though encouraging me to continue. Any other time, I’d balk at him giving me permission to do a damn thing, but right now, Sunday needed me to give her the first of many orgasms I planned to dole out.

One thing about our mate, she was extra sensitive when pregnant. It was almost like when she was in heat. Not only was she more adventurous, she was also damn near insatiable.

Just the memories of her last heat had my dick aching. Fuck.

Fitting my shoulders between her legs, I brought my mouth to her slick pussy and pressed a feather-light kiss to her lips, tracing them with my tongue, teasing her.

“Noah,” she whimpered when my fang nicked the plump flesh and I licked away the ruby bead that welled to the surface.

“Fuck, dove. You’re delicious.”

A soft grunt told me Kingston was no longer content with watching. Something about the moment reminded me so vividly of the night I’d taken Sunday’s virginity with the shadow man watching us. All we were missing was a window and his hand pressed against it.

“Take your dick out, Kingston. Stroke yourself.” Sunday’s command turned me on even more than I already was.

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