Azazel’s green eyes widened as he handed the baby to me. “You have named them?”

“Numbers were far too impersonal. Everyone needs a name.” I smiled down at Omega. “His skin is the color of your eyes, Azazel.”

“How lucky for him.” Azazel purred in my ear, his lips grazing my skin. When I gasped at his nearness, he gripped my hips and pulled me against him. “You are going to make a wonderful mother to my children, Morgan. I chose well.”

“Thank you, Azazel.” I exhaled roughly as a wave of desire swept through me, sending little pulses of need between my legs. “How many more shall I expect tonight?”

“I’ve decided to take a break delivering the babies for an hour…I need a snack.”

“Well sustenance is important,” I breathed, reveling in the feel of his warm hands on my body. Liam’s face flashed in my mind. Azazel was not my boyfriend, he was not supposed to be touching me like this. “Liam might come⁠—”

“I am sure he is right about now.” His fingers moved down my hips then slipped beneath the hem of my short dress. He nibbled on the side of my neck as he slid his hands between my thighs, rubbing over that spot that made me weak in the knees. “Perhaps I was a little too hasty in giving you to him…perhaps I’m craving another taste of you. Would you like me to taste you, Morgan?”

“Yes.” I moaned as two of his fingers pushed inside of me. “Taste me.”

“Put my son down, Morgan.”

I sat Omega into his basinet. “Your children have needs⁠—”

“My needs are always more important, Morgan. Never forget that.” He dragged me a few feet over to where there was a table full of bottles and diapers. “And right now, I need to feel you. Be a good girl and I’ll let you have Liam’s child and not mine.”

I bent over and braced my elbows on the table then arched my back so he saw just what I wanted. After all, he told me I wasn’t allowed to wear panties beneath my dresses and a girl always did what the good doctor told her. I spread my legs and looked up at him over my shoulder. “Maybe I want both.”