“More?” she asked.

“More,” he confirmed.

Her voice pitched higher. “Now?”

“Right now,” he returned. “You can, we’re gonna see how much you can take when I fuck your mouth. Then I’m gonna take your cunt again the way I like you, on your hands and knees in front of me.”

He got another pulse from her pussy as she whispered, “I should probably be offended by that, but I’m absolutely not.”

“Your cunt told me that before you did, pussycat.”

“That particular part of me has a mind of its own when you’re in a certain mood,” she declared.

“Thank fuck,” he muttered as reply.

She grinned.

He bent and slid his temple along hers, ending with his mouth to her ear where he asked quietly, “You gonna position for me?”

She turned her head and replied, “Absolutely.”

Yeah.

Delilah.

Unbelievable.

He slid out, rolled off, and watched, his dick remaining hard and starting to throb as she gave him what he wanted and got to her hands and knees in his bed.

Once there, she turned her eyes to his.

They were hungry.

That was when Abel gave her what she needed, paying attention to her skin, her ass, her tits, her cunt, before he took her mouth with his cock.

She couldn’t take all of him, but she definitely took enough to make it worthwhile and got off on it, nearly as much as he did.

Then he shifted and mounted her from behind, and she seriously got off on that.

So did he.

Then Abel bedded down with his mate, curling her into his arms, feeling her body soft just because it was, and softer due to sex, relaxing into his as sleep took her. He smelled her all around—her hair, her skin, the beautiful mixture of them between her legs.

And for the first time in his entire life, Abel’s eyes closed and he drifted into a dreamless sleep.

Chapter Eight

I Got One Priority

Delilah

I opened my eyes, felt something, looked up, and saw Abel close, head resting on his hand, elbow in the pillow, eyes to me.

Much better than him across the room doing the same thing.

And he was there, right there, gazing down on me. Not a hole in my belly. Not talons clawing inside, making me bleed. Right there. Big and beautiful and mine, close enough for me to touch.

So I did.

Sleepily, I smiled and slid a hand to the hard wall of his smooth chest, feeling his warmth, his solidness, his realness.

And better, when I did, his face, which was warm and relaxed (also much different than the last two days when he was sitting across the room), shifted. It became warm, relaxed, and content.

Amazing.

“Hey,” I whispered.

“Hey,” he whispered back, the rough deepness of his voice gliding over my skin in a sweet way only to gather between my legs in a hot one.