“You’re so quiet.” Maddox grazed his lips across my collarbone. “Your moans normally echo all throughout the cottage.”
“The knights are downstairs,” I panted. “They’ll hear me.”
He grinned. “Precisely. Your cute Quincy needs a reminder of who you belong to.”
A surprised laugh burst from me. Freaking stubborn and possessive man.
The four of them soon made it impossible to hold back those moans. Maddox and Briar each latched on to my nipples while Lake moved down my body and took my cock between his lips, his purple eyes flickering up to mine. Callum pumped his hips back and forth, hitting me in all the right places.
What added to the pleasure? Being surrounded by their scents. They heightened everything, consumed me. Warm spice. Peaches. Vanilla bean. And magnolia blossoms.
The only one missing was black cardamom.
Although I missed Rowan in these late hours, there was something comforting about knowing he was out there watching over the kingdom. Watching over me and our family from the shadows. A phantom who kept us safe.
“Ev.” Callum groaned and tipped his head back, exposing his sexy throat.
Despite him being so close, I was the one who came first. And it definitely wasn’t quiet. Lake swirled his tongue over my crown as Callum’s ridged cock slammed against my prostate. I lost my damn mind, becoming a moaning, shaking mess beneath them.
“That’s it, love.” Briar smoothed his hand over my hair and dropped kisses to my temple.
Maddox’s mouth crashed against mine as he cradled my head.
Afterward, Callum rolled to his back and placed me on top of him, holding me against his chest. Lips pressed to my shoulder, biceps, and the sensitive place behind my ear as Maddox, Lake, and Briar gave me scattered kisses.
Distant voices and the clinks of mugs came from downstairs. Those boys would certainly eat me out of house and home. Probably drain every drop of booze while they were at it.
A rumble of thunder sounded, but unlike earlier, I wasn’t afraid. Surrounded by all of them, I’d never felt safer, more at peace.
Once I had some recovery time and was ready to go for another round, I attacked Briar, who gave a little oomph as I landed on his chest. For the rest of the night, I kissed, fucked, and lost myself in the men who owned me, body and soul.
And I never wanted to be found.
Chapter Four
Back in Business, Zombie Style
I loved early mornings. Just not when I’d been fucked to within an inch of my life the night before. After waking at fuck-this-o’clock, I’d cooked breakfast for the house of ravenous men and then sent them all to work.
Pastries covered the kitchen island, sorted by type and flavor, and the burr mills along the wall freshly ground coffee beans. Clinks of silverware and the murmur of voices came from the main dining room as customers piled into the café.
“Do you need to take a break, Mister Evan?” Miles set an order on the counter for pickup. Alice fluttered in, grabbed the tray, and winked at us before rushing back into the busy dining room. “You look tired.”
“Nah, I’m okay. Thanks though.” I smiled, touched by his concern. Embarrassed too. If he only knew the reason why. “It’s nothing some coffee won’t fix.”
Zombie Evan needed more caffeine.
“Let me know if that changes.” He checked the lemon macarons in the oven. The daily special included them with our new raspberry tea. Perfect flavors to welcome spring.
I wiped my hands on my apron and searched for my mug. “Where did I put you?” I’d poured one not long ago and had taken two sips before losing it somewhere between making banana muffins and strawberry cupcakes.
Cookies cooled on a tray between glazed donuts and blueberry scones. Machines whirred and filled the room with the intoxicating smell of brewed coffee, adding to the sweet aroma of pastries fresh from the oven.
But no mug in sight.
I scurried around the kitchen, finishing the last batch of frosting and searching for my coffee in between. When the timer for the macarons sounded, I bounced over and pulled them from the oven. But then there was a rushing in my head, and my balance went wonky.
I caught myself on the edge of the stove, nearly dropping the platter.
