“I’ll drag him by his tail if that’s what you want. I’ll even set my wacky Divine loose on him. The asshole won’t know what hit him.” I clap my hands together. “Oh, I could bring you his balls on a silver platter. That’s the perfect place to start. Men hate losing their precious bits. And then—”
Hazel starts laughing, cutting off my excellent plans. I’m storing these for later.
“I’m good. I don’t want your revenge plans, you psycho.”
“But you know I’d do it for you, right?”
“Oh, I know. My favorite thing about you is how many linesyou’re willing to cross for us. That dungeon made you dark. And weird. But I can tolerate weird.”
I snort. “Youtolerateme. Please. I’ll let you know people are dying to be in my Divine presence.”
Hazel laughs. “Correction. Theydiein your Divine presence.”
27. Bromance and pixie dust
Anxo
I’ve discovered Nevaeh sleeps better with me beside her. Which is why every morning, long after my internal clock has kicked in, I stay in bed wrapped around my mate so she can get some more rest.
My sleeping beauty needs a good half hour of me spoiling her rotten with love before she even considers leaving our bed. Soimagine my surprise when I woke up this morning and she was missing from my side. Even worse, the little troublemaker left without giving me my morning kisses.
Waking up with my nose buried in her neck, her sweet scent flooding my senses, is hands down my favorite part of the morning. But when she stirs, and I get to be the first one to see that lazy smile stretch across her lips? That’s what makes my entire day.
I take a quick shower to calm my nerves, then head straight to the kitchen, where I can hear the girls chatting. The second I hear Nevaeh’s laugh, my steps pick up, and all my blood rushes south.
There’s no hiding my raging boner now.Thisis why I need my morning dose of Nevaeh. So I don’t act like a hormonal teenager drooling over his girlfriend.
I stop dead at the threshold, struck by the sight of my sweetheart leaning against the counter, looking drop-dead gorgeous in a tiny, flowy red dress. My fingers twitch with impatience, aching for an excuse to trace every curve and mark my existence into her hips.
Ever since Nevaeh started wearing these dangerously tempting dresses, it’s been a bittersweet experience. As muchas I love drinking in every curve and fantasizing about her creamy thighs hovering over my head, there are only so many cold showers and blue balls a man can take.
Fates have mercy on me.
Before myotherhead starts calling the shots, I shove away the image of my mate in our room... nothing between us... under me.
My legs move before I can stop them. The second her delicious scent hits me, I’m done. I come up behind her, gently pushing her curls aside to kiss the faint scars on her neck, savoring the way her heart stutters at my touch.
I ignore the girls’ teasing and drag Nevaeh out of the kitchen. Once we’re alone, I drop into a chair with my legs spread wide and pull her into my lap, her shoulder pressed against my chest like she belongs there.
Her teasing smirk stretches wider when she feels my hard-on pressing up under her ass, and I damn near flip her over my knee for depriving me of her taste this morning.
Nevaeh bites her bottom lip and playfully shifts on my lap like I don’t know exactly what she’s doing. I tighten my grip on her hips when the little minx starts grinding against my bulge. She’s going to make me drop my restraint and take her right here.
I look into those wicked doe eyes as my hand slips under her dress, caressing the soft skin of her thigh. The way she innocently bites her lip fuels the images already torturing me. Her legs wrapped around my waist. My neck. Marked up and bruised by my lips, because I can’t keep my mouth off her.
I need to get it together before my balls actually explode. Holding the back of her neck, I bring those sweet lips to mine. “You are irresistible.”
“I believe you. I’m sitting on the evidence,” she giggles, and I swear the sound alone could bring me to my knees.
My mate looks like she’s enjoying my torment a little too much, so I bite her neck, and she laughs and tries to squirm away.
“I don’t want to go to work today. Maybe we can stay in our room,” I murmur, kissing her nose. “In our bed.” Her bare shoulder. “Or in the shower.” I trail kisses down the slender slope of her neck, and she hums, halfway convinced.
“But it’s spa day.”
“I can give you a massage. Athoroughone.” I kiss her neck and pull her directly over my throbbing dick, letting her feel how much I crave her. “I’ll help you loosen up. Make you shiver.”
Her head falls back on my shoulder, and she loses herself in our movements. I take full advantage of her daze, pressing my lips to every inch of exposed skin I can reach, leaving my mark like a starving man.
