“That’s enough,” I said gently. “I don’t want you hear you badmouth my mate any longer. You’re only allowed to praise him from now on. Is that clear?”
Elijah’s lips melted into a warm smirk. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
My finger slipped away, and I replaced it with my mouth. We kissed warmly and lazily against the door, lost in each other’s essence. It was the only place I wanted to be.
We were cut short by a loud growling sound--and it wasn’t coming from River.
“ . . .Was thatyou?” Elijah asked.
“Maybe,” I said, touching my stomach in embarrassment. “I still might be a bit hungry for that cake. Please tell me you didn’t drop it on the floor.”
“No. I tossed it somewhere, but it should be in a box and in a bag. Can you see it?”
When he mentioned that, I saw the square shape in a brown paper bag laying haphazardly on the coffee table. I laughed.
“Wow. Good throw. I’m kind of surprised River didn’t try to eat it.”
Elijah grinned and pat the dog’s head. “Don’t worry. He’ll misbehave by barking at bad guys, but never by eating chocolate cake. Especially one he knows is for a sweet, pregnant omega.”
“Good, because I’m about to eat half of it all by myself,” I said, running for the cake.
“Hey! You better leave some for me!”
