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Greyson made us popcorn before Aladdin, and we had to clean popcorn from every crevice of the couch after him giving me a back rub turned into him feasting between my legs before finishing off all over my torso. It was incredible to watch him fist himself and do that, strong muscles on display, a look of passion in his expression as he watched me watch him. It was even more incredible when he rubbed the cream he spilled all over me into my skin until my breasts were fully coated with it. It left me sticky but satisfied, feeling something I can only describe as serene as he growled in my ear, “You’re mine, wife. And I fucking love that I can smell me on you.”

We didn’t get to pay much attention to the end of Aladdin, and then halfway through Beauty and the Beast, his hand snaked up under the blanket and he brought me to orgasm yet again, this time with his fingers, after which I promptly fell asleep. When I woke up, he was smiling at me while twirling a lock of my hair around his index finger.

“Hey sleeping beauty, want me to restart it?” he asked.

“Sleeping Beauty! Can we watch that?” I asked.

He laughed at me and gave me what I wanted.

We watched that and then ate the pasta casserole his mom sent over. After this, we lounged in his large soaker tub together withsky-high bubbles that smelled like cherries. The bubble bath came from Bailey and their mom, but I also got to sample some of the bath products sent in the welcome basket with a sugar cookie body scrub that left my skin feeling like silk.

Now he’s napping and I’m feeling content while watching him sleep.

The whole day has been absolutely decadent. So decadent, I’ve barely had a chance to worry. Filled with affection, rest, sex, and food. I’m not accustomed to eating this much.

Conversation has been light, which I suspect has been intentional because Greyson wants me comfortable. He’s been absolutely amazing.

He left me by myself for a bit in order to talk on the phone to one of his cousins, explaining that this is the witch part of his family and he’s just beginning to get acquainted with them. His cousin Vivica wanted to know how things were going with Riley Savage and Erica Young, who are hopefully working out relationship issues.

He explained that Tyson’s cousin Riley thought she died and recently found out she wasn’t dead, that it looks like she’s been hiding from him while he grieved.

Greyson already told me how badly his friend mourned, and I could see he was angry about this, didn’t understand how she could do such a thing, and it was touching to see how much Greyson cares. But when he finished his phone call with his witch cousin, his tune changed a little and he seemed like he was veering to his cousin’s side of things.

He said it was all out of her control, and he can see how difficult of a position she was in. He says he can only imagine how hard that must have been for her – to hide for all this time knowing her fated mate was mourning her. I felt like he said someof those things for my benefit, drawing parallels because she harmed Riley emotionally out of lack of choices.

I know he’ll ask more questions about my pack, my brother, but I’m getting a temporary reprieve.

His eyes open and he sees me watching him.

“Hey,” he greets, then stretches.

“Hi,” I say feeling heat creep up my face.

“Come here.” He crooks his finger.

I move from the loveseat across from the couch to where he is. He makes room for me, holding me close, pressing his lips to my forehead.

“Sleepy?” he asks.

I shake my head.

“What do you think about a night run?”

He laughs because clearly the fact that I perk up is amusing to him.

“I’d love that,” I say belatedly.

“Okay,” he murmurs and presses his lips to mine.

His phone rings. He reaches for it from the table beside the couch.

“One sec,” he says and walks away, answering it.

A spike of unpleasantness hits my chest, and I can feel that something is wrong.

I wait until he returns, toying with the fringe of the blanket and by his expression I know I’ve slid into a false sense of security.

He’s put on jeans, a t-shirt, and shoes.

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