“Remember, Dearly, we’re tied together. We’ve gotta keep each other alive.”
All talking stopped because sloppy kisses were much more fun. I licked and sucked my way down his beautiful body. I flipped him over and pulled him onto his knees, setting up camp to feast on his sexy ass.
The half-words, moans, and squeaks I was able to wring from his body had me dripping like a leaky faucet. Nibbling on his taint and spearing my tongue into his hole was incredibly fun. My guy was vocal in his pleasure.
“Fuck, Dash.” “Please, yessss!” “Anoth— Oh, god.”
My index and middle fingers stroked his p-spot as I loosened him. When the lube hit me in the forehead, I could tell he was ready to go. I quickly slicked up and flipped him onto his back easily, pulling those gorgeous long legs over my shoulders.
“This won’t be slow and easy, Dearly, but remember how much I love you.”
“I love”—I thrust into him in one move—“you. I love you.”
I winked at him as I pounded his hole. He’d be wrecked when I was done, but we had nowhere else to go that night, and we would soon have a little girl who would demand all our time and attention. I planned to take advantage of every spare second we had before the baby arrived.
The groomsmen made their way to the front of the ballroom, where the wedding would take place. With Lilith unable to attend, Trent had asked me to be his best man and Scotty stepped in to be the sixth groomsman.
The bridesmaids began their long walk down the aisle. Thankfully, they walked pretty fast and in one long row insteadof each person taking their time in the spotlight. I was surprised to see all the spirits in attendance.
I leaned into Keir’s ear since he was in front of me. “Do you see all of them?” I tilted my head into the audience, shocked to hell when I saw my brother amongst them.
As I studied the crowd of spirits at the back of the ballroom, I recognizing many of them. “Are they...?”
Keir reached behind him and grabbed my hand. “Where’s the cooler? The one with Lilith’s blood?”
Before I could answer, my breath caught in my lungs. Instead of Amelie walking down the aisle with her father, Nyx entered the ballroom with her brother/husband, Erebus, god of the Underworld.
“We lost our invitation.” She glanced around the massive room, and when she focused on the living, they began dropping like flies.
Scotty and I snapped our fingers simultaneously, and the remaining guests froze. Unfortunately, Nyx didn’t. I panicked because I needed that blood, and for the first time since Lilith had given it, I didn’t have it with me.
Adonis appeared before me with his neck exposed in offering. “Do it now. It won’t be as good as Mother’s, but it’ll help.”
I turned to Keir. “Get behind me now.” My voice was demanding, and he didn’t waste time.
I quickly sunk my fangs into Adon’s jugular, gulping as all hell broke loose right there in the Golden Gate ballroom of the Palace Hotel.
“Dashiell!” The room shook as the two huge demons made their way into the crowd, killing guests with a mere glance.
“Dash!”
My balled fist connected with something soft, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Keir holding up one of the large bed pillows to shield himself.
I sat up in an instant. “Fuck, are you okay?” I jerked the pillow from his grip and checked his beautiful face hoping there were no marks. Relief rained over me when I didn’t see any.
“You were having a nightmare. Will you tell me what it was about?”
Keir stood from the bed and hustled into the ensuite. I could hear his steady stream, even with the door closed.
“I dreamed that Nyx and Erebus showed up at the wedding. Hell, I hope that doesn’t happen.” That was an understatement.
One thing though... “I want to hide that cooler downstairs somewhere, just to be safe.”
Keir returned from the bathroom with a towel around his waist, so I hurried in to take care of my morning business. After I washed my hands, I splashed water on my face and glanced into the mirror.
There were some ugly bags under my eyes that wouldn’t look good in pictures, but I knew who could fix them. I walked out of the bathroom in all my naked glory to see Keir on the room phone.
He held up his finger. “A large carafe of coffee, two glasses of orange juice—” He put his hand over the receiver. “Pancakes, waffles, or French toast?”
