Page 67 of Hell's Claim

“Like the look of that redness,” Sunny muttered as he leaned over me. His cock remained inside, and Sunny kissed my neck.

“Umm,” I murmured. My body felt boneless and relaxed.

“This is me claiming you, Callie. Make no mistake, you’re mine.”

A smile crossed my lips. I liked the sound of that.

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As we ate breakfast the next day, I found it hard to contain my blushes. Cherry had sent us several knowing looks, and Livseemed to be aware that something had happened last night. Sunny was on the phone to the hospital, seeing if Primal had survived while his mother and sister stared at me.

“What?” I finally demanded as I sipped my coffee.

“I hoped you thoroughly cleaned the worktop,” Cherry said.

I choked on a sip and turned wide eyes on her. “Of course I did!”

Cherry broke into a peel of laughter as Liv peered at the island and wrinkled her nose. “Yuk.”

“It’s okay, baby, I bleached it earlier, no cooties to be caught,” Cherry teased, and I glowered and wished Sunny would hurry up with his call.

“What do you have planned today?” Cherry asked.

“I thought I might take a hike. I like to escape when there’s a lot going on, I don’t want it overwhelming me, being with nature clears my mind,” I replied.

“Do you do that often?” Liv questioned.

“Once a month or so.”

“I’d like to cook dinner tonight as a thank you for having us,” Cherry said.

I bit my lip. It was obvious by the way that Cherry was sitting and moving she was still in pain.

“I’ll cook or get takeout,” I suggested.

“Oh, honey. I’m going to sit my ass on a stool and make Liv prepare everything.”

“Hey!” Liv exclaimed, but she laughed. “We’re cool. I’ll make sure Nana relaxes. Dad bought us enough clothing for a few days, so we don’t need to go shopping. Relax, Callie. Enjoy the sunshine.”

“Are you sure?” I asked as Sunny came back in.

“Definitely. Liv’s going to pop out for what we need, and then we’ll get cooking. I might even make my strawberry and cream cake,” Cherry said.

Sunny perked up as he wrapped an arm around my waist and dropped a kiss on my forehead.

“I’ll pay you one hundred bucks to make that, Mom,” Sunny stated, and Cherry laughed.

“It’s that good?” I asked.

“Perfection.”

“Any news on Primal?” Cherry inquired.

“He’s alive and made it through surgery. But the asshole’s unconscious, and they don’t know if he’ll wake,” Sunny growled out, looking angry.

“Do you really think he has information, or is this a ploy?” Liv interjected.

“Who knows, baby girl, he only ever brings strife and anguish. Let your dad deal with him,” Cherry said. “Now, fetch me a pen and paper, you’re going to be my legs today.”

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