“Let’s not talk about Pietro when you’re about to come,” I say finally. “I don’t want his name on your lips. I want mine, maybe even Ben’s. Definitely not Pietro’s.”
Morgan wriggles in my lap. I’m beginning to think nerves are making her extra talkative. “What about Alessan—”
I strike like a viper, sinking my fangs into the spot where her neck and shoulder meet. When my teeth pierce her skin, she jolts in my arms, a grunt leaving her lips. There’s a half second pause, a freezing, that moment when prey realizes the predator has won. I suck at the bite, simultaneously releasing my venom into her bloodstream.
Morgan’s body is tense within my arms, but then her head falls back. Her scream of pleasure raises every hair on my body. I bite harder, sucking and depositing more venom at the same time. It flows freely through my fangs, my cock jerking between my thighs as her bliss sparks mine. I bellow into the hold on her neck as I press my fingers to her ass.
A burst of her release coats both of us and drips down the chairs to the floor, joined by a stream of cum as I lose my mind.
Pleasure twists and whirls like a tornado between us as I drag the bite on for longer than I normally would. This is heaven. This is home. Right here with my teeth buried in the woman I love.
Flashes from the night we met play like a movie reel in my mind. That first glimpse I got of her as she ordered from the bar. The way the bartender hit on her, but she saw me across the bar and ignored him. How the night went on, and we always seemed to find each other.
That kiss. All of that led us to the now, where her soul is wrapped tightly around mine.
When we eventually part, she falls forward, pressing her forehead to mine. Her chest heaves, muscles trembling as the after spasms continue to hit her.
“I wouldn’t normally stop at one.” I brush the tip of my nose against hers. I want to breathe the very same air as her, to take it in, to share it like I want to share everything. “Typically, I’d bite you a dozen or more times.”
“A day?” she gasps. “I think I’d die of dehydration!” She licks her lips, pulling apart enough to level me with a serious gaze. “Abe, that was the most beautiful, intimate thing I’ve ever experienced.”
I stroke sweaty hair away from her forehead. “It’s what we would have had if I’d called you immediately.”
She shakes her head, lifting both arms around my neck. “We traveled the path we needed to. My magic comes from a place of light and dark. If I hadn’t experienced what I experienced in my life, I don’t know if I would have tapped into it so easily.”
I stroke her back, marveling at how smooth and soft she is. “Seems to me you were complaining about it not that long ago, witch.”
She nods. “Yeah, but you were right. Once you identify it, it comes fast. It’s as easy as thinking to me now.”
Rising, I pull her into my arms and head for our room.
“Abe!” she shouts. “I’m dripping all over Ben’s runner, oh my God! Let me get a towel!”
“No,” I command. “I promise you Ben doesn’t care. Like me, he’s eager to be in the bedroom.”
Her dark brows shoot upward. “Oh, we’re doing a little house play again, are we?”
“Yes,” I say with a delighted hiss. “Yes we are.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
MORGAN
“Mate, are you ready?”
Abe’s deep voice brings me back to the present. I was daydreaming about last night and all the biting and Ben, Jesus. Who would have ever thought a house knew how to fuck?
My eyelids flutter as I blink to compose myself. “Yes, let’s bring this bitch down a peg.”
My mate chuckles. “You really do not like my mother.”
“What’s there to like?” I huff. “I don’t think Betmal even likes her.”
Abe gives me a wry look, but when his lips twitch, I can tell he agrees. I’m seated in his lap in the comm room, holding the flat disk that allows hologram communication between havens.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he says softly, stroking my cheek, “my wonder.”
I lean down, shimmying my ass against his lap as I set the comm disk on the floor. Abe groans and grips my hips, grinding his hard cock against me.