Page 76 of Guardians of the Assassins
The only thing that mattered was Morgan.
She was their world, and he was determined to show her that there was more to life than just fighting and struggling to stay alive.
Even if he had to kidnap her to do it.
“Give us the night. Just family.” He put his fingers to her lips when she opened her mouth to protest. “We’ve all had a stressful few days, and we need time to unwind. The last thing we canafford to do is make a rash decision because one of us is too exhausted to think straight.”
She narrowed her eyes, her lips pursed, as if suspecting he was manipulating her, but he didn’t give a shit if it meant they could spend the evening with their mate.
A rumble vibrated in his chest as he gazed down at the sexy woman in his arms, his cock hardening at her nearness, and it was all he could do not to lean down and steal a kiss.
She was pure temptation, and he had no will to resist her.
Her eyes sparkled, as if reading his lustful thoughts. The tense set of her shoulders melted away, and she released a heavy sigh. “Very well, but we will start early in the morning.”
“Agreed.” Kincade gave into the impulse and kissed her softly, pulling away when she would’ve deepened the kiss. He would not be distracted. He lightly pushed her away, stifling a groan when she pouted at him adorably.
He cleared his throat and discretely adjusted his cock, then turned to address the guys. “Caedmon and Ryder—settle the wolves and let them know to be on guard.” He pointed at Draven and Ascher. “You two—start a bath for Morgan. Pick out something nice for her to wear. She'll be up shortly.”
They each understood what he meant—secure the house and kill anything that would disturb their night alone with their mate.
Atlas tipped his head to the side, awaiting his command, curiosity in his sharp gaze, and Kincade shrugged. “We’re on culinary duty. Give us an hour and meet back here for a family meal.”
Because whether she knew it or not, a night with her mates was exactly what Morgan needed.
It was their job to take care of her.
And he was determined to do whatever it took to make her happy.
Anything she wanted, she only had to ask.
He would slay dragons, fight her demons, or draw her a bubble bath if that was what she needed.
After an hour of being pampered, Morgan felt more like herself.
She was caught between feeling foolish at having the guys wait on her hand and foot…and cherished. It was silly, she was never one of those girly girls, but she loved every second of being pampered.
Well…almost.
Draven created a whirlpool in the tub with his magic, the water massaging every inch of her in a way that heated her blood. He watched her with hooded, stormy eyes as he made her orgasm, not only once, but twice. Unfortunately, no matter how much she tried to lure him to join her, the dratted man refused.
He pulled her out of the tub and thoroughly dried her off, completely ignoring his erection pressed against the front of his pants. When she reached for him to make the evening more interesting, he eluded her touch and captured her hands, saying some bullshit about the night being about just her.
When she pointed out that sexy times would relax her, he just winked, bundled her up in a towel, and shoved her into the bedroom…where Ascher waited.
The jerk was almost worse than Draven. He spent twenty minutes running his warm, heated hands all over her body in the form of a massage. More than once, he made her eyes roll back up in her head with pleasure. There wasn’t a spot on her body that he hadn’t touched, but he refused to allow her to play. So while she had orgasms, she was left empty and aching.
Draven and Ascher watched her get dressed. She wore jeans and a T-shirt, but it might as well have been lingerie for how they devoured her with their eyes. But no matter the temptation, they never once moved to touch her. They remained seated on the bed, practically sitting on their hands, their erections outlined clearly, neither of them making any move to hide their reaction.
It was a heady experience that made her very aware of everyinch of her body. When she closed her eyes, she’d swear that she could still feel them touching her.
She quickly brushed out her hair. When she went to braid it, Ascher caught her hand, his voice gruff when he spoke. “Leave it down.”
He picked up a few strands, lust darkening his expression as he rubbed the silky curls between his fingers.
Just when he leaned down to kiss her, Draven had to be a dick and spoke. “Ready?”
He held open the door, a chiding expression on his face, and she was seconds away from smacking him. If his smirk was any indication, he knew it too.
