“Miss Roberts, your uncle approaches.”
Ugh. The Devil was almost here, meaning… the boundary wards clanged in my head, making me grit my teeth. My father was also here. The original soul sucking pair—one from Heaven, the other from Hell.
Cora Roberts—daughter of death, niece of evil, mate of idiotic male.
Harry frowned at the wonky dresser. “Is it meant to be like that?”
“No.”
Hudson raised a brow. He could hear Indigo because she was essentially part of me, but he couldn’t hear the dead. Probably a good thing, as his fragile ego was being called into question by an entity that couldn’t even lift a screwdriver.
I folded my arms. “Harry wonders if you have finished pretending to know what you are doing.”
Harry scowled. “I said no such thing.”
A slight growl rumbled from Hudson’s chest. Very scary. “I’d like to see him do better. I think there are missing parts, because those screws aren’t long enough.”
“If you hadn’t shoved the longest screws into holes they didn’t belong in, you’d find you had enough to plug those holes.”
He grinned. All teeth. All cat. All animal. Whatever. I had two warring angels at my door and not enough time to deal with his dirty mind. I thrust the instructions at him.
“Just admit defeat and follow the directions. Then we can place your neatly folded underwear into the dresser.”
“They are pressed.”
“What?”
“My boxers are ironed and pressed. Socks too.”
He’s insane. I folded my arms and narrowed my eyes at him. I intentionally picked out clothing that could endure a hot wash, dried in a dryer, and hung without noticeable creases. “Don’t get any bright ideas. I am not pressing your underwear. You want something ironed, do it yourself. If you want a little wife with no aspirations other than to serve your every whim, I am not her.”
“You tell him, Miss Roberts,” Harry said before zipping back through the wall. My ghostly sidekick had abandoned me.
Hudson put the screwdriver down and abandoned his task as he stalked toward me wearing a slightly unhinged look. Oh God, I’d missed that look. However, I didn’t have time to entertain his inner animal right now. We had company, and the things he wanted to do to me weren’t for public consumption.
“Say that again,” he rumbled.
“I don’t iron, and I never will.”
His huge hands gripped my hips and lifted me back onto the counter with ease before pushing between my legs. “Tell me again you aren’t my mate.” His hazel eyes danced with amusement and a challenge. Gold sparks glittered as I opened my mouth. The idiot thought I wouldn’t poke the tiger to forcehim out of treating me like a precious princess made of spun glass. Fool.
“I—” His hands gripped my T-shirt and tore it straight down the center. “Will not—” My bra followed. I liked that bra. “Iron.” His mouth latched onto my nipple, and heat washed down my spine. My hands threaded into his hair as a low moan tore from my throat. He was insatiable. I kept waiting for the honeymoon period to pass, but so far, his appetite for me only increased. I wasn’t complaining, but I wanted the unhinged Hudson back, and this was the first glimpse I’d had in weeks.
“We have guests,” I murmured as his thumb toyed with my other nipple, teasing me to a fever pitch. “Hudson, we don’t have time for this.”
He growled and began undoing the button on my jean shorts before diving beneath my panties. I sucked in a breath as his finger slid through my arousal and plunged deep inside my heat.Fuck.Hudson moved with a rhythm designed to drag my climax from my body. He wasn’t gentle, patient, or sweet. He was ruthless, demanding, and intoxicating. Finally.
“You know, if you’d followed the instructions, we would have had more time for this before my family arrived.”
His teeth clamped down in warning, and my core clenched in response. The external boundary wards clanged once more in my head, and if I didn’t get to the front door within seconds, there would be a battle between Heaven and Hell in my yard. I’d just gotten it landscaped after the last one.
“We need to—” I started. He stole my breath as his thumb put pressure on my clit, making my back arch.
“Cora,” Rebecca sing-songed outside my door. “Daddy and Uncle Lucie are here and need your permission to enter the house.” I’d reworked the wards so they could enter the grounds with a warning, but needed permission to step over thethreshold. “I’ll keep them entertained until you’re done.” She giggled, the sound fading away with her footsteps.
I did not need the Devil or the angel of death being seduced by a vampire princess—I had enough complicated relationships taking place under my roof. I needed to hurry this along, and experience has taught me that in order to stake his claim, Hudson needed to finish. Me, not him. My lover was a giver. He pushed another finger inside and the stretch flew me over the edge. My thighs tensed, and stars exploded behind my eyes. His mouth found mine, and he greedily swallowed my cries of pleasure as he wrapped a hand in my hair to keep us together. When the aftershocks subsided, he gently removed his hand from my panties and put them inside his mouth to lick them clean with a growl of approval that made me hot all over again.
His lips tilted up in a satisfied, distinctly male grin.Yes, yes, you can make me come in under five minutes. I’ll get you a mug printed with your male prowess so you can start each morning with a bolstered ego.
