Page 33 of Devotion

“What have I told you about taking the lord’s name in vain, Miss Fallon?”

I giggled and pressed a kiss to his neck, inhaling the scent of him. He smelled like home, but also Ravenscroft, which I didn’t love. We’d wash that right off him as soon as possible.

“Why are you here? You didn’t tell me you were planning this yesterday when we spoke.”

“I couldn’t bear the thought of spending another day, let alone the new year, without you.”

My heart swelled, but guilt was quick to invade my happy bubble. “But what about Ravenscroft? Your duty?”

He shrugged. “They’ll get on fine without me. My place is here, my duty to you.”

I couldn’t love this man more if I tried. Lifting onto my toes, I pressed a soft kiss to his lips and he let out a slight grunt in response. “I missed you,” I whispered.

“Aye, that much is obvious.”

I gave him a little shove. “The correct response, Father Gallagher, is ‘I missed you, too.’ Care to try it again?”

He chuckled. “Have you always been this sassy?”

“It’s what you love about me.”

“I suppose it is.”

“So surly. It looks like being back at Ravenscroft reminded you of how grumpy you were until we saved the world.”

He chuckled. “I’m not grumpy. I’m starving. The blood they had for me there was disgusting.”

My cheeks heated. “Well, once you’ve fed from your mate, there’s not much that will do.”

“Right you are.”

“Thankfully, I know how we can fix that.”

He looked around the house as I led him by the hand toward his room. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Noah is hunting. Kingston’s sound asleep. Alek went to find Tor. And Eden is visiting her grandparents.”

“So I have you all to myself, do I?” God, I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Seems so, husband. The real question is, what do you intend to do with me?”

My heart raced with the possibilities. I wanted toexperience all of them. It had been barely over a week, but I’d missed him fiercely.

“Why, I thought it obvious, darling. I plan to devour you.”

Knees? Weak. Pussy? Wet.

I picked up my pace, tugging him through the door to his room and slowly unbuttoning his shirt as soon as we were inside. He stopped me with a gentle hand.

“I’m starving, darling. You can have me after. I need you.”

“Of course. Take what you need.” I could wait.

My pussy didn’t love the idea, but she was a needy cunt.

“Where do you want me?” I asked, feeling ridiculous and nervous, as though this was our first time.

He reached out and brushed my hair away from my neck. “I’ll have your throat. I want to hear the sounds you make when I’m taking everything you can give me.”

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