Page 56 of The Fated Mate Bandit

I climb onto his lap and grab the back of his head, bringing him in for an open-mouthed kiss. He spears his tongue in between my lips, shamelessly eager to taste his own cum. I moan, completely forgetting about my baby bump and changed body. It’s like I’m back in high school, wearing those tiny shorts, confident and powerful. Silver even grabs my ass and squeezes it, like he feels it, too.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers against my lips.

“Why? Is something wrong?”

He sits back, his lips still shiny from his own cum. “I forgot to eat the stew while you sucked me off.”

I laugh. “Oh well.”

“In my defense, you were very distracting,” he says.

We kiss again. His lips are slow and lazy against mine.

“We could try tomorrow,” I suggest.

“Mmmm. We could.”

He presses gentle kisses down my neck and nuzzles my scent gland. My heart skips a beat.

“I love you so much, Lucas,” he whispers in my ear.

“I love you, too,” I whisper back.

Maybe if I try hard to make him happy every single night, our love could be enough.

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SILVER

Aloud banging wakes me in the middle of the night. I disentangle my body from Lucas’s, hoping he didn’t hear the noise, too. Then it comes again.

Bang,bang,bang.

The clock says it’s past midnight. I grab for my phone, wondering if have a text that can explain why I have a visitor this late, but there aren’t any new messages. Lucas stirs beside me.

Bang,bang,bang.

He bolts upright, reaching out for me in the dark. “Silver, he’s here.”

Lucas doesn’t have to explain who “he” is. We both know.

I want to reassure him it isn’t Daryll. Back when we were kids, I often reassured him that the sounds we heard in the prairie weren’t his father coming after him. But this is different.

“Wait here,” I say.

“No! You can’t go out there. I’ll go?—”

I take his hand and squeeze it. “You’re pregnant, and Daryll is angry. It would be better if I went. I’m bigger than you. Also, I have combat training, remember?”

That’s a bit of a stretch. Sure, I know how to shoot a gun, but hand-to-hand combat wasn’t on the docket for me in basic training. I did what the traditional recruits called “Cupcake Camp” because I already had a degree in Cyber Security. I’m a lot more useful to the military behind a desk than in a foxhole.

Bang,bang,bang.

“I need to go. You stay here and call the cops if you hear any scary noises, okay?” I say.

Lucas shakes his head. “I’ll do it?—”

“Think of the pups, Lucas.”

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