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That wicked tongue. Pure fucking bliss.

Santiago’s muscles tensed, and his body jolted as his cum shot down his mate’s throat. A sound ripped from Santiago, something between a groan and a growl. Then he pulled Percy off his knees, spinning him around.

His mate breathlessly laughed as Santiago pressed Percy’s back to his chest. “Tienes una boca talentosa, hermoso.” You have a talented mouth, beautiful.

“Don’t tease me, zorrillo de peluche.”

“Quiero acostarte en mi cama y adorarte con mi lengua. Podría hacerte gritar mi nombre muchas veces, cariño.” I want to lay you on my bed and worship you with my tongue. I could make you cry my name many times, sweetheart.

Santiago curled his fingers around Percy’s cock, stroking the hard, throbbing shaft until his mate was crying out his own release. He slumped back, panting. Santiago brushed a kiss over Percy’s temple. As much has he wanted curl in bed with his mate, Santiago still wanted Percy to meet his wolf.

Chapter Seven

Suero inwardly sighed when Macey walked into the living room with a tray in her hands.

Just keep your mouth shut and remain seated. Act like she isn’t even here.

Rising from the couch, he took the tray from her and placed it on the coffee table.

“Thanks.” She smiled and sat on the middle cushion. Choosing the chair would come off as rude, so he settled back down and focused on his phone. He needed to delete the messages he’d exchanged with Kia. How many times would he read them before he stopped missing the little cheetah?

“I wasn’t blind to Jacob’s flaws,” Macey said softly, staring out the window. "I kept thinking I could change him. Maybe if I were kinder, dressed more attractively, or just agreed with him on everything.” She folded her hands in her lap. “Love conquers all, right?”

Suero let out a snort he immediately regretted, hoping it didn’t seem like he was mocking her. “People rarely change.”

She smiled, a breath escaping her nose. “It’s not so simple when your mind and heart are in conflict, Suero.” She handed him one of the glasses.

Then, she placed a large bowl of Doritos between them, taking one for herself. After a bite, she said, “Love sucks.”

She sounded annoyed, as if she completely resented the idea. Her fingers kept returning to the bowl, her mouth angrily chewing.

“Can’t argue with that,” Suero remarked, popping a few chips into his mouth. He hadn’t reached the stage of love with Kia, but getting ghosted still stung.

“Boy or girl?” Macey asked, her cheeks a bit rosy. “It’s fine if you’d rather not say.” She turned back to her chips, munching on a few more before sipping her drink.

“Guy,” Suero admitted, stuffing a handful of chips into his mouth to avoid elaborating. He didn’t know her well enough to trust her with his thoughts, and didn’t want her repeating anything he said.

Matias was all about transparency, but some things a guy preferred to keep to himself. A few dates and texts weren’t a threat to their pack, just a hit to his pride.

Diablo already teased Suero about the whole maternal figure thing, and finding out a cheetah had dumped him would just give the jerk more reasons to rib him.

“How long were you two together?” he asked when the silence turned uncomfortable. He wished he’d just waited on the front porch for Percy to come home.

Instead, he kept eating chips, telling himself not to offer to move something heavy for her or repaint her entire house just to avoid talking to her.

“Twenty-seven years.” She picked up a chip, looked at it, then dropped it back into the bowl. “I know it’s foolish to miss him, but...”

“But emotions are messy and complicated,” he concluded for her. The drink was surprisingly delicious, tasting like a mix of strawberry juice and lemonade. There were even bits of fruit in it.

She snorted, causing him to grin. “You hit the nail on the head, Suero. Every time Jacob shows up...” She swallowed hard, sipped her drink, and exhaled slowly. “For just a brief moment, I wonder if he’ll be the man I fell in love with or the angry, bitter person he became.”

Suero quickly moved to the kitchen to grab some paper towels and brought them to her. He hated to see a woman cry and never knew how to comfort them.

“Thanks.” She accepted them, using one to dry her eyes. A brief laugh escaped her. “I’m sure you don’t want to hear any of this. Sorry for being such an emotional wreck, especially when you’re dealing with your own issues.”

“He just stopped talking to me. No reason given,” Suero suddenly admitted. A flush of heat spread across his face, his ears burning. Here he was, a fierce predator, confessing someone had left him heartbroken.

She looked at him with softened eyes. “Then it’s his loss, right?”

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