Page 32 of Devotion

I jerked against him, groaning, “If you want me to stay still, you can’t fucking do that. Jesus.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to. It just feels, fuck... I’ve never been this close this fast or for so long.”

“I need to come, boys. Can I? Please, Noah?” Sunday lifted her hips and sank back down, her arousal dripping until I felt it on my balls.

“Yes, dove. Come all over our cocks like you want to.”

She took a couple more shallow pumps along our cocks and came apart with a ragged cry. That was it. I couldn’t hold back. I came with a shout, Thorne following right after. It was the weirdest and most unexpectedly erotic sensation, his dick pulsing against mine as we both filled her with our hot cum. I didn’t hate it.

Thorne was the first to slip out, drawing little gasps from all of us at the instant release of pressure.

“Color?” he asked, running his hand along Sunday’s spine. She was slumped against me, little aftershocks still going through her. I could feel the twitches against my cock and my body as her fingers and legs echoed what was happening inside her.

“Green,” she murmured with a sleepy grin. Then she pushed herself up enough to glance between us. “What about you two? Did you hate it? Was it terrible?”

Thorne looked at me. I looked at him. With as much nonchalance as I could manage, I shrugged and said, “We should probably try it at least once more before we make a judgment call. Right, Thorne?”

He smirked. “At least. To test it out, make sure it wasn’t a one-off.”

She beamed. “I can deal with that.”

Thorne curled up beside Sunday, who was still laying on top of me with a softening Jake nestled inside her.

I couldn’t help myself. I had to do it.

“Wankmates for life,” I whispered, holding my arm up and over Sunday’s limp form.

Thorne sighed and then chuckled, slapping his palm against mine. “Oh, fuck it. Wankmates for life.”

“Yessss.”

Chapter

Ten

SUNDAY

Iloved the house like this, so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat as the world slept around me. Silence was rare in my world. With five of us and a baby, there was almost always something happening in the house, so I appreciated these still moments in the rare times they found me. Turning the page of my book, I let the story unfold and take me into my favorite fantasy world. I’d read until Noah returned from his hunt, then he’d put me to bed like he always did.

Tonight we’d all stayed up and rang in the new year with champagne for them, sparkling cider for me, and drugging kisses at midnight. As soon as Kingston started yawning, I’d followed him to the bedroom and tried in vain to sleep. I couldn’t. Peace was eluding me, and I couldn’t put my finger on why. Any number of things could be contributing to my unrest. The pack having a larger than was comfortable number of dissenters. Caleb being so far from us. Alek’s absence. And then there was my sweet Eden. She was at risk, and I missed her so. This wasn’t at all how I imagined kicking off anew year.

A wave of longing for my child mixed with the love and excitement I felt for this new baby growing inside me. Would they also have to deal with an angry pack? Was their destiny going to be one filled with violence and challenge? My palm rested on my barely there bump.

“Not if I can help it, little one.”

A rustling at the door had me snapping my head in that direction, even though I couldn’t see it from my position in the living room. I glanced at the clock; it was just after two. Noah was back early. He probably sensed my unease and decided to come keep me company instead.

I smiled. Such a thoughtful mate. He deserved a reward, and I knew just the thing.

Letting the blanket fall to the floor as I stood, I went to the door to greet him.

But it wasn’t my Blackthorne prince waiting for me.

I gasped. “Caleb?”

My handsome husband stood in the foyer, snow dusting his shoulders and hair as he set his bags on the floor. He lifted his chin and brought his gaze to meet mine, a spark in those dark eyes and a wicked, almost boyish grin on his lips. “Miss me, wife?”

It wasn’t until his voice hit me that the spell rooting me in place broke. “Oh my God, you’re home!” I ran to him, flinging my arms around his neck and holding him tight.

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