Page 91 of My Summer Girl

His chest rumbles with that, the softest but strongest purr vibrating against both of our hands. She squeaks as her body shakes and the scent of her arousal infiltrates my nose. It’s delectable, heady, and I know that tonight will be fun.

“Wait, there’s something else,” Raevar utters, closing his eyes and letting his hands fall from her face. It’s almost like he’s unable to look at her with his next admission. With both my hands, I trace Dulce’s jaw and throat, then hold her shoulders. Leaning in, I lay a chaste kiss on her pulse point.

“Don’t be too hard on him, love,” I tenderly request, nipping at her when she presses against my lips. She lets out a hum and jerkily nods her head.

Dulce reaches up his chest more, but with her being so short, she can’t even reach his jaw. “Go ahead,” she affectionately reassures.

His eyes finally open and an understanding passes through them and to me. “I’m the reason you’re here.”

Her confusion hits our bond, poking and prodding at the information I’ve locked away. I’ve had two weeks to come to terms and attempt to understand why he did what he did. Although I don’t approve of him depriving her of the ability to give consent to leave, I can comprehend the overwhelming need that compelled him.

“What do you mean?” she prods, her voice not as soft as before.

He leans down, then touches her chin. There’s so much worry there and I hope like hell she can forgive him.

“I kidnapped you,” he shamefully confesses, flinching when her hands drop from him. Annoyance, humor, and curiosity filter through our bond. The emotions weren’t as solid two hours ago before I bit her, but now they’re more prominent, persistent and clear.

“That’s...” she trails off, her hand rubbing her neck. “That makes a lot of sense, actually.” His gaze travels across her face, trying to detect emotions, and that tells me they’ve not completed their bond.

“Are you mad?”

I chuckle at the vexed noise that leaves Dulce. “I’m mad that I’m not mad,” she admits and turns toward me with a grimace. “I should be pissed.” The last part is whispered and it’s too hard to keep in my amusement.

Another laugh escapes me and I throw my head back at the pout in her expression. “This is hilarious.”

Raevar lets out a little rumble in my direction for laughing at his expense but our girl is understanding and kind. The fact that he worried is adorable to say the least.

“I feel like I should be angry that you stole me from Vex,” she explains, or rather, attempts to. “But I’m not,” she reiterates, turning back to him, beckoning with her finger for him to come closer.

Their lips meet and they both let out similar hoarse moans. When she pulls back, she turns to me and makes the same gesture. I raise an eyebrow, and like the brat she is, she stomps her foot with the demand. Knowing I’ll spank her for it later, our lips meet and I nearly buckle at the love she sends through our bond.

Her hands slide up my face, reaching for my horns. She knows what touching them does to me and instead of allowing her to make me fold quickly and get the orgasm she so desperately needs, I grip her wrists, forcing them at her sides.

She pulls away from me, her lips protruding in a pout. “Rude.”

Raevar laughs from behind her. Giving him a narrowed look, he slams his lips shut, but the blush covering his cheeks tells me he knows exactly who leads.

“If the result of me finding Raev and Vera is a result of him being a little sneak, I say it was well worth it,” she finally responds on a sigh. Then her eyes—mischievous things—peer into my own. “But I think he deserves a punishment.”

“Little dove is devious,” I praise, kissing her forehead before looking at Raevar. “You heard the brat. On the bed.”

His expression goes from amusement to a sultry kind of fear, more eagerness than anything. He doesn’t need me to tell him twice before he’s on the bed. It’s massive, and luckily, since he’s the biggest creature I’ve been near.

“What are you waiting for?” Dulce’s eyebrows raise in question, and I swat her arse. “Swotty little dove. You’re in trouble too. Remember our rule?” When she peers around the room, not realizing what I’m referring to, I reach between her thighs, cupping her cunt. “No orgasms where I can see them.”

“But I—” she starts to make excuses, not knowing I witnessed the way she writhed with Raevar in that field. Nipping at her throat, I lick the edge of her ear.

“I watched you fuck him, dove. Which means I saw you fall apart.”

“Fuck,” she hisses, a little whimper escaping her when another slap lands on her other cheek.

“Fuck, indeed.”

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