Page 25 of Devotion

It wasn’t long before both of us were coated in a light sheen of sweat, our hair tangled and sticking to our faces, bodies shaking—hers from multiple orgasms, mine from restraint—voices hoarse.

I made love to my wife until the sheets were soaked with her slick and her eyes could barely stay open.

“One more, Sunny. Give me one more before I go over.”

She sucked in a tight breath and trained her pleasure-fogged focus on me. “I... Alek, I can’t. Five is already more than I can take.”

“You’ll give me another while I fill you full of my seed. I want them all to know how well I loved you tonight.”

“Shifters have excellent hearing. I assure you, the entire pack knows.”

I grinned down at her, filled with a smug sense of satisfaction. “And nowyouknow what happens when you question my stamina, mate.”

Pushing myself up to kneel, I took her by the hips and hauled her up my thighs, holding her where I wanted her so I could watch her perfect breasts move with every deep thrust. She arched her spine and clawed at the sheets as I hit that hidden spot over and over. Her nipples furled into points so tight I was sure they hurt.

“Alek, God!”

“Yes, that’s right. I am a god. Now come for me, Kærasta. Take me with you.”

She clenched around me, body writhing in exquisite agony as the orgasm overcame her. I followed, her cunt milking me for everything I had and then some.

After, as we lay together in a tangled heap, she traced the runes along my side in slow strokes and hummed a quiet melody. I recognized it as the lullaby I’d sung to Eden since the day I’d known she was coming.

Unexpected emotion made my throat tight, and I pulled Sunday tighter against me. “I love you, Kærasta.”

“And I love you, elskan mín.”

Before long, her breathing became heavy and rhythmic, making it clear she’d fallen asleep in my arms. With careful movements, I settled her onto her pillow and brushed herhair from her forehead. I couldn’t resist leaning down and kissing her temple as I whispered, “Sleep well, my beautiful mate. I’ll return as soon as I can.”

Chapter

Eight

THORNE

“What do you have up your sleeve, vampire?” Sunday asked as I tugged her through the house toward our destination.

“It’s date night, dove. I’m claiming what’s mine.”

Sunday’s arousal was impossible to miss, though her voice was teasing as she cocked a brow. “Is that so, Mr. Blackthorne?”

“Yes. It abso-fucking-lutely is.”

She giggled. “I see Kingston just keeps rubbing off on you.”

“Unfortunately he told me I couldn’t participate this time. Fucking cockblocker!” Kingston called from the kitchen where he was, I shit you not, wearing an apron and baking an apple pie.

“It’s my night, you wanker. Fair’s fair.”

“But we’re so good at sharing. You agreed. Wankmates for life, Thorne.”

“But I’m not having a wank, am I, Kingston?”

“No, but I plan to. Now I’m gonna be all alone, just Jake and my hand.”

Sunday collapsed against me, shoulders shaking with laughter. Her smile softened the edges of my frustration. You think I’d be used to the wolf’s antics by now, but he could still get under my skin like no one else.

“Why are you laughing, Sunshine?” Kingston asked, stepping into view with a towel over his shoulder. “Is my pain amusing to you?”

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