Page 60 of Bloodline Unbound

Sparks turned my brain into a smoldering crisp as she snatched my waistband and yanked it down, leaning forward in one smooth motion to suck my dick straight into the back of her throat.

The sound I let out wasn’t manly. I’m not sure it was even a sound humans are supposed to make. The vibration of her amused, humming laughter as she pulled back slightly had shocks of pleasure radiating up my spine.

She wrapped a hand around me, her bold, confident strokes setting about to undo me with an efficient ruthlessness that didn’t even let me fucking breathe.

I tried not to think about how she’d have practiced to get this good, but luckily her tongue did some wicked, hot curls around me and melted those thoughts away.

One hand clung to the sheets, the other held her hair so tight she squeaked, but didn’t relent a bit. She popped her ass in the air a little higher as she took me in all the way again. I made that crazed, pitiful sound again. A begging prayer to the universe.

My lungs burned. It was impossible to catch my breath and she just kept fucking going. Up and down, in firm, torturous gliding twists. Tension coiled painfully tight in my gut and with one more glorious slide of her mouth, I burst. I groaned so loud it was a damn good thing we had no neighbors. My ass clenched, lifting my hips as she drank me down, every fucking drop disappearing into her throat.

She pulled away with an audible pop and licked her lips.

“Sweet fucking hell.” I melted into the mattress, incapable of thought or movement. “Lo…that was…”

“Incredible?” She grinned. “I pride myself on my ability to suck a person’s soul out through their cock.”

I laughed shakily, waiting for my heart to stop racing. Logan stretched out next to me, and I somehow found the strength to wrap my arm around her.

“You can return the favor later, but we should get stuff ready for breakfast so we can cook when Caden gets back. I’m starving.”

“Mhmm,” I managed.

Logan snickered and gave me a quick kiss before sliding out of bed to go brush her teeth. I let myself rest until she was finished before I forced myself up, tucking myself back into my pajamas. Staggering into the kitchen, I parked my ass at the table while she turned the oven on to preheat and got out a mixing bowl and a couple frying pans.

Domesticity wasn’t something I’d ever really gotten to indulge in. Bouncing from one friend’s couch to another for decades didn’t inspire a lot of cozy mornings with decadent breakfasts. Hell, I was lucky if I got cereal. Even toast was a luxury in some of the places I stayed. Nowhere ever felt like home, so it was hard to psych myself up into finding a proper job and apartment of my own. I didn’t want to stay anywhere in particular, and life was so much simpler as a cat.

Maybe it wasn’t a place I was looking for. Maybe it was just this. Logan felt like home. And I was so afraid that if I left or lost her, I’d never know what home felt like again.

I gained enough strength to pour us both coffee and stole a kiss before sitting down again. Caden arrived a few minutes later with a heavily laden grocery bag in tow.

I offered myself for clean-up duty and sipped my coffee while the two of them cooked. They moved like a well-oiled machine, navigating one another in the small kitchen with an ease brought by familiarity. I bet they cooked together like this all the time before. Caden cracked eggs and whipped them into a scramble in the big mixing bowl while Logan laid out the bacon in tidy lines on a baking sheet. They put me in charge of cutting off the strawberry tops with a steak knife.

The whole cabin smelled like bacon after a few minutes of it roasting away in the oven. The grease was harvested after it was cooked and laid on a plate, being used to give the eggs an extra kick of flavor. The potatoes crackled in their pan, moved about with an old wooden spatula.

I was practically drooling by the time everything was on the table. There was so much food I didn’t even feel bad wolfing down the actual amount I wanted.

“You’re going to choke if you don’t slow down,” Caden said between bites. It whipped me right back to childhood when I’d inhale anything he’d make for me. Every so often, a hunk of food would get beyond my control and he’d have to whack me on the back and pass me some water.

“Then I’ll die happy.” I shoved a slice of bacon in my mouth and Logan giggled, tucking a strawberry between her lips.

This was probably the most perfect morning in my whole damn existence. Waking up to Logan, a surprise blow job, and a massive breakfast with my two favorite people was as close to bliss as I was ever going to get.

“What’s the plan for today?” I asked.

Logan spread peanut butter on a slice of toast and added neat rows of strawberry slices. “I should probably get at least a little bit of magic practice in since I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing.”

“Agreed,” said Caden. “And we’ll head out tonight.”

“To where?”

He shrugged. “South, I guess. Logan’s passport is expired so we’re kind of limited.”

I chewed another piece of bacon thoughtfully. Running wasn’t the worst. I’d done a slow version of it for decades. As long as we could keep Logan safe, I’d follow them as long as it took.

Standing naked in the middle of the forest was weird. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to it. Naked might not even be a requirement, but it would be awkward if I accidentally incinerated my clothes and had to walk-of-shame it back to the cabin where people might be.

The trees did that strange acid trip wave if I looked at them for too long, so I closed my eyes and sat down in the moss. My tiger’s eye pendant hung heavy between my breasts and cold against my skin. A slow, deep breath had me feeling like I was sinking straight into the earth. I dug my fingers into the moss as an anchor.

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