Her eyes said one thing, her lips said another. “You’ll not be spanking me.”

“No, I won’t,” he confirmed. “But I will be doing other things to you.”

The message in her eyes deepened as he saw the tip of her tongue slide out to wet her upper lip.

“Get rid of your nightie,” he ordered.

“Yes, my king,” she said on a breathy false grumble.

He straightened from the bed to take off his clothes.

She got to her knees and he watched as she pulled off her nightie.

It was then Callum wasted no time joining her and turning his queen over his knee.

* * * * *

Abel

Lilah was lying naked on top of him after he’d made her come for the fifth time that day.

And she was bitching.

“Why can’t I have something cool, like being able to speak in your head?”

“Maybe you’ll get somethin’ like that,” he responded in an effort to get her to quit bitching.

It was like he didn’t speak.

“Or talking to animals?”

Abel decided this time to say nothing.

“All I’ve got is the ability to give good sass.”

“And you got that down,” Abel muttered, and she focused on him in order to narrow her eyes.

“And be clingy,” she hissed. “What’s the good of that?”

“You cool it and be patient, we might find out.”

She glared at him.

He had shit to do and he needed her asleep so he could do it. Therefore, he had to deal with her mood to get on with it.

He also had to give her something, something she needed, something he had no idea he’d withheld until she told him.

And he was hoping, in giving it to her, he’d kill two birds with one stone.

So he set about attempting that, taking one of her hands from where it rested on his chest and lifting it.

“Abel—” she started and he had no clue what she was going to say but she snapped her mouth shut when he kept lifting her hand until he touched her middle finger to where he knew the scar began on his forehead.

“She started here,” he murmured then slowly slid her finger across his forehead, down through his broken eyebrow, and picked up the scar on his cheek. He kept going, trailing her finger to his jaw where he stopped but held her finger there. “She ended here.”

She didn’t look pissed anymore, thank fuck. She looked something he wasn’t sure he liked much more, but it was better than pissed.

She looked sad with a hint of angry.