Page 88 of His Wild Seduction

I followed him blindly.

“We converted one of the sitting rooms into a nursing suite for Destiny, and anyone else who might be breastfeeding. I just wanted her to be comfortable, but my Dumplin’ loved the idea, especially after she’d joined a few mommy groups out here,” he explained.

“Meredith’s not nursing,” I growled.

The sudden vision of my wife swollen with my seed, then breastfeeding the yet to be born baby, had my cock so goddamn hard, I groaned.

My hands were shaking.

No, it was worse.

My entire body was vibrating. And I didn’t know if it was from worry, fear, or lust.

Fuck.

I had better control than that.

Or at least, I should have better control than that.

It took a few seconds for me to get myself calm enough to form words. I nodded my thanks and Marat pointed out the door to the nursing suite before he discreetly left.

Knocking on the door, I waited. But it wasn’t Meredith who answered. It was Sofia.

Adrik’s wife looked positively delighted by the fact I was there, searching for Little Red.

But I had no time to worry about her or how ridiculous I looked.

The scent of cocoa butter reached me, and I closed my eyes, breathing in deep.

She was there. She hadn’t left.

Relief filled me, but that happy sensation darkened, turning into something else as my wife, deliciously wrapped in pink, approached me, her head canted warily.

All those carefully worded things I wanted to say that I’d had readied in my head prior to knocking got blown away in the hurricane of my feelings for her.

My wife. My Little Red.

I managed a few sentences. But it wasn’t enough. Hardly articulate at the best of times, I felt choked with emotion and I couldn’t get past that initial fear I’d felt that she’d run away.

From me. Again.

Then she spoke, and the words she said rocked me to my fucking core.

“Hey, I’m yours and you’re mine, remember?” she whispered, cupping my bearded face with her small hands.

So much damn emotion surged through me, I couldn’t help myself. I pinned her to the wall, claiming her with my mouth.

I was so fucking worried she would push me away. But I didn’t give her the chance to talk or to refuse me.

Not knowing exactly how Meredith felt about public displays of affection, I took a chance.

But this was hardly a hug or peck on the cheek in front of friends.

This was a full on claiming.

A consummation without it actually turning into sex.

I wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t fuck her in public.

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