Page 103 of Midnight Hunt

“Guess we’d better get started, then,” he purred, reaching a hand down to run it up my thigh. Pausing at the blob of ketchup, he swiped at it and sensually licked it off his fingertip.

My core immediately tightened, reminding me that my increased appetite for food wasn’t the only side effect of this pregnancy. I was also ravenous for sex, morning, noon, and night. If I spent the next three months doing nothing but eating and having sex, I’d be one happy pregnant woman.

Unfortunately, I had a full day ahead of me, and if I didn’t get going soon—

Griff abruptly flipped me over onto my stomach. As I hit the mattress, I scrambled to hold on to my burger. I really had meant it when I said I’d continue eating while he banged me. As I took another bite, he slipped a finger under my thong strap and tugged. The action stimulated my clit, and I instantly grew wet. Griff inhaled my arousal with a pleased rumble, then snapped the thong in two as if it was floss and tossed it aside.

I rolled my eyes at the neanderthal move but grew even wetter. “One pair, Griff. I would like to wear justonepair more than once.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he crooned, gripping my thighs to spread them open. Before I could swallow my mouthful of food, he thrust his cock inside me with one smooth stroke. Always shocked at how good it felt to have him fill me up, I literally almost choked on my burger.

Sable snickered, and I silently growled at her to butt out. We had rules about this stuff now. When Griff and I were getting frisky, our familiars weren’t allowed to intervene. Same went for when Sable and Whiskey did the deed. Their time was their own, and so was ours.

Hey, boundaries were important.

When Griff started to thrust, my appetite for food quickly vanished. Another appetite took its place, and it was equally hungry. Tossing the burger aside, I gripped the comforter and moaned. He slid a hand up my spine, and with a flick of his wrist, my top disappeared as well. Leaning forward, he slipped his hands beneath me and cupped my breasts. When he pinched my nipples, I gasped, the hard peaks more sensitive than usual.

As my head came off the bed, he burrowed his face in my neck and nuzzled his claim spot. He freshly marked me at least once a week, but I couldn’t blame him. He’d almost lost me, and I’d almost lost him. We were still reassuring each other every day that this was real. That we were together, whole and safe.

Every time he claimed me, it cemented in my mind that I was his. He wanted me.Lovedme. And that would never change.

As his thrusts grew more urgent, he reached down and touched my clit. The added stimulation had me panting, each movement pushing me closer and closer to the edge. When he suddenly bit his claim spot, sinking his canines in deep, pleasure exploded through me and I loudly cried out his name.

My walls spasmed around his hard cock, and he jerked inside me with a muffled groan, spilling his release. With his canines still in my neck and his fingers between my thighs, I rode the incredible high, completely blissed out.

I was about to ask him to go again, just one more time, when a groan reached my ears. A groan that wasdefinitelynot Griff’s.

“Seriously, guys? You didn’t even close the door!” Brielle complained from the—oops—open doorway. “I almost let Melanie in.”

“I smell burgers!” Mellie piped up from the hallway. “Can I have one?”

“Whoa, squirt, you donotwant to go in there,” a new voice said, this one Jagger’s.

“Why not?” my little sister whined. “Vi’s in there.”

“Yeah, but so is Griff. It’s just like when Kolton and Nora are in a bedroom together. No rugrats allowed.”

“I’m not a rugrat!” she pouted, then suddenly squealed as Jagger no doubt picked her up to carry her far, far away from here.

When Brielle firmly shut the door and padded away, I whispered, “Sure you want to make this room a nursery?”

Griff removed his canines from my neck and chuckled. “I’m sure. We can move into the new house at any time, but I want you to be ready first.”

I smiled, beyond grateful that I had a mate who knew when to push . . . and when not to. Now that Griff’s alpha gene had awakened and we were starting a family of our own, Kolton and Nora thought it would be a good idea for us to have our own place. I’d panicked at first, still recovering from being taken away from my family, but when they’d explained that the new house would be built on the Rivers estate property, I’d gradually warmed up to the idea.

For now, though, we would stay in the big house. There was no pressure to move out, but our house would be there waiting for us when I was ready for our next chapter.

Five minutes later, Griff and I were presentable enough to leave his room. As we headed downstairs with my burger bag clutched in my hand, I saw Brielle in the foyer down below and mouthed,Sorry.

She waved off the apology with a good-natured laugh, but I saw the way her eyes darted to the left. Before I could confirm who’d caught her attention, Sable purred,Those two have so much pent-up energy, they’re going to explode if they don’t bang it out soon.

Jagger walked into my line of view a second later, and I forced my expression to remain neutral. It had taken lots of cajoling, but I’d finally weaseled the truth out of Nora a week ago.

Brielle and Jagger were soulmates.

Jagger had found out months ago, but Brielle still had no clue. Even so, their connection was obvious to me now. I’d promised Nora that I would keep the secret, a secret that she’d promised Jagger she would keep from her best friend, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t do a little prodding.

I’d seen the way they looked at each other—when the other wasn’t looking, of course. A bond like that couldn’t be denied forever, and with them still living in the same house, something would eventually give. I’d known Jagger for most of my life, and he’d always been a mystery when it came to females, but maybe it was time to poke the lone wolf. Hell,I’dneeded poking, and I was so grateful to everyone who’d helped nudge me and Griff together.

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