Page 3 of Devotion

“What if I asked you not to?”

The fluid roll of her hips stuttered, and her eyes snapped open. “What do you mean?”

“What if I asked you to hold off? To wait until your wolf and I were buried deep inside you at the same time?”

Edge play was nothing new to us. My pretty little wife might swear to all and sundry that she hated it, but thehitch in her breath and the nearly feral look in her eyes told a different tale. One I was wickedly excited to explore.

“Then come here to me,a stor.”

She slid off Kingston with a whimper. For his part, he simply rolled on his side and propped his head up on his hand, a satisfied grin on his face.

“You’ve got something on your face,” I muttered.

His grin stretched, and he licked his lips with a wink. “I know. What’s the matter, priest? You jealous?”

I was, but only because he got to experience that first rush of her arousal and I’d been too late.

Sunday strode over to me on shaky legs, her eyes locked on my hands as I unzipped my jeans. The naked hunger in her expression made my cock twitch.

“Did I ever tell you how good you look in jeans?” she whispered.

“It’s casual Sunday, didn’t you hear?” Kingston joked.

“That doesn’t even make fecking sense.”

“Sure it does. She’s Sunday. You’re casual. God, Caleb, maybe my joke about you needing a sense of humor wasn’t a joke after all.”

“If you’re looking to become a comedian, don’t quit your day job,” I deadpanned.

Sunday’s nails raked over my exposed chest and abs, the gentle touch making me shiver.

“Especially when you walk around like this. Chest on display, that happy trail going under your waistband. Fuck, Father Gallagher, it’s so hot.”

She tried to dig her fingers beneath my waistband, but I trapped her hand beneath mine with a soft tut. “Not so fast, Miss Fallon. I never gave you permission to touch.”

Sunday pouted. “But I want to touch you, Father Gallagher.”

“We can’t always get what we want, Sunshine. You know that.” Kingston was lying there, dick in his hand, mischief painted across his face.

“Be a good girl and get on the bed,a stor. It’s my turn to worship between your thighs.”

She cocked one brow and assessed me. “Why did you go all Irish on me and say ‘come here to me’ the way you did, then?”

I couldn’t help my smirk. I loved it when she mimicked me. “Because I wanted to see if you’d listen.”

“Don’t I always?”

She was still close enough that I could take a lock of her hair and twirl it around my finger. “No,” I growled, giving it a little tug and bringing her face to mine so I could nip her bottom lip.

“You’re a brat, Sunshine. My favorite one.”

She turned her face away from me to spare him a glance. “Takes one to know one.”

Not done with her yet, I gripped her by the chin and forced her attention to me once more. “Eyes on me, Mrs. Gallagher.”

“Farrell!” Kingston protested, but I ignored him. She might legally have his last name, but she’d always be my wife.

“I’ve been thinking,” I started when those big eyes were locked on mine.

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