I could barely breathe as deep thrusts slammed into me one after another, burying my face into the pillows.
“Yeah,” he crooned.“Only you open up like this for me.”
My eyes squeezed shut as my face crashed into the pillows again and again. His fingers worked harder, his words blurring as sensation overtook everything. My orgasm hit like a freight train—violent, overwhelming—and my cry sounded distant, almost out of body.
His growl turned vicious, his grip tightening as he drove into me—three, four thrusts—until I felt him flood my insides. Thick. Hot. He didn’t stop touching me.
Not until he’d wrung every last response from my body.
Not until he’d drained every last drop of himself inside my ass.
He had a damn cheek to callmethe menace.
???
When I felt him shift me, I tried to protest—but he was already cleaning me. The warmth of a damp cloth followed, gentle and unhurried, before the quilt was drawn up around me.
My eyes drifted closed again.
Some time later, I felt him haul me back against his chest. His clean, familiar scent wrapped around me, and I instinctively nestled closer. I heard his quiet sigh, felt his hand begin to stroke slow, steady lines down my back.
“You’ll be the ruin of me,” he murmured to himself.
I fell asleep again.
But this time with a smile.
Chapter 47
Blaidd
By the third deep breath, I lifted the bottle of milk from the fridge and forced myself to close the door.
“Is something wrong?” she asked innocently while she crossed her feet at her ankles.
My eyes ran up her bare legs until they reached my white T-shirt. When did she even come down to sabotage the fridge before I got here?
“Not a thing,” I said through clenched teeth and a fake smile. “Eat your eggs.”
All I wanted to do was go back and turn all the bottles and cartons around again. But I forced myself to add the milk to my coffee.
“Why don't we go out today?” I asked, wondering if taking her outside would prevent her from driving me crazy inside the house.
She knew that I knew every dirty trick she’d played on me. What she did to my DVD collection was an abomination. If she ever got into my home office, I was doomed.
What kind of a father would I be when I couldn't even control their mother’s daily fuckery?
“Is there anywhere safe for Bouda to take a run?” she asked, cutting into her omelette.
Perfect.
A long drive to the national park. Fenrir could make Bouda run around to tire Lielit out.
“Yes,” I murmured, taking a long sip of my coffee.
Leave me out of this, Fenrir grumbled.
I ignored him. Once both of our animals came out, there would be no stopping them.
