She tilts her head even further so she meets my gaze directly, and for a split second, I’m completely derailed by the creamy skin of her throat and the delicate pulse fluttering visibly at the side of her neck. I lick my lips as I drag my eyes back to hers.
“Are you seriously getting hard right now?” Her eyes twinkle playfully as she asks. And I can’t even deny it because she has to be feeling the shift of my cock against her back.
“Roan!” she chuckles, starting to move away from me, but my hands flex on her shoulders, holding her in place.
“You can’t blame me for reacting to you when you look this breathtaking,” I murmur, sliding my thumb up to caress her throat, and she gasps softly at the touch.
“Your sister and her family are waiting for us downstairs,” she protests weakly. “Your friends are going to arrive any minute…”
“Fuck them,” I say without hesitation, meaning it as I lower myself until I’m kneeling behind her. Then I bury my face into the curve of her throat, my mouth watering as her intoxicating scent goes straight to my head like the most potent drug.
“Roan.” My name comes out half laugh, half moan as she pushes my head away. “As much as I want to, I also want to make a good first impression on your sister.” Then to myconsternation, she gets to her feet. “Now put on your jacket and let’s go.”
“You’re cruel, Katina. Cruel,” I groan dramatically as I dip my hand into my pants to adjust my achingly hard cock so I’m not tenting the material.
Fuck. Think of something—anything else. There’s no universe where I’m walking downstairs to see my sister and nephew with a raging hard-on. The thought of little Luca helps soften me a little.
Babies. Innocent babies who have no idea their uncle is a depraved bastard.
I go to the ensuite to wash my hands with cold water, and when I walk back into the bedroom, Katie is slipping on her heels. “How do I look?” she asks, doing a little spin that has my heart lodging into my throat.
But she’s perfectly steady on her feet, fully healed.
“Gorgeous,” I answer truthfully as I take in that stunning forest-green velvet hugging her curves. She’s curled her hair, and it falls in tight ringlets down her neck, stopping just at the top of her creamy cleavage. Tempting me.
Luca, Luca, Luca.
I drag my gaze away from her beautiful tits, walking towards the bed to grab my jacket. How the hell am I supposed to last all night without sneaking her into some closet to fuck her senseless?
“Perfect. And you look very handsome,fiancé.” The laughter in her voice has me glancing back at her. She grins and winks knowingly, fully aware of what calling me her fiancé does to me, then slips out of the room.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath as I follow behind her.
I try not to watch the hypnotic swaying of her ass as she walks ahead of me, but I’m only a man after all. As we descend the stairs, the sound of my sister’s voice is the only thing powerful enough to draw my gaze away.
Mine,I think with satisfaction.
I lengthen my stride until I’m walking next to Katie, pressing my palm to the exposed skin of her lower back. She inhales sharply, the movement making her tits jiggle.Joshëse. Temptress.
“There you two are, finally.” Dhimitër’s relief is palpable as we enter the living room, and I instantly see why.
Somehow, between the time he called to let me know Elira had arrived and now, the other Nightshades have all shown up. My living room, which isn’t small by any means, seems to have shrunk in size with the sheer number of people gathered. Emily and Rafael, Gianna and Michael with their two toddler girls, Romero and Leni, and Maximo and Elira with Luca. Kayla, Dhimitër, and Lorik are here too.
Katie stiffens beside me for just a second before forcing herself to relax. I rub my fingers soothingly over her skin, a silent message:I’m here. You’re not alone.
Kayla makes the first move, pushing away from the wall she’s been leaning against to walk up to us.
“Did you have to take so long?” she mutters, widening her eyes meaningfully at Katie.
My fiancée chuckles, and that beautiful sound seems to dispel the tension in the room. The women immediately converge on Katie, all murmuring enthusiastically about how glad they are that she made it, that she’s recovered, that she’s here and real and not just a story anymore.
“Like Emily once said to me,” Leni announces with a grin, “getting shot is basically a rite of passage in this family.”
Everyone chuckles at that, but my eyes narrow at the reminder.
That will be the first and last time Katie gets shot. I’ll make damn sure of it.
Michael walks over with a girl in each arm, and I inhalesharply as I take them in. They’re beautiful—Michael’s coloring, his hair, his eyes. Miniature versions of him.
