Page 51 of Bind Me

“Best night’s sleep in years. I needed it last night.” His eyes never leave me as he takes a bite of his bread smothered in jam.

Is he referring to the sleep or our fucking session? Most definitely the latter, leaving me breathing quicker, unable to forget the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

“So, I hear good news that there’s no plan for you and my buddy here to be leaving the mansion,” Kaden murmurs, leaning back in his chair, the streak of sunlight pouring in from the window lighting up those dark blue eyes. A light stubble covers his jawline, his dark hair messy around that ridiculously gorgeous face, and that white tee he’s wearing pulls taut across his pecs, his muscles unmatched.

I shift my gaze to Chowder, who doesn’t even notice but is devouring his fish, making a mess of his whiskers.

“Is he a spy for you now?” I murmur in Kaden’s direction. I serve myself a couple of fried eggs on thick pieces of toast. Most mornings, I grab fruit on the way out the door.

“Believe it or not, guys do talk about their feelings,” Kaden responds, a smirk playing on his lips. “Chowder was very vocal about wanting to stay here.”

“I gives otter of approval,” Chowder blurts out, staring at us.

“Do you mean seal of approval?” I ask.

He’s shaking his head. “I say correct. Who likes seals?”

I burst out laughing, unable to help myself.

“Okay, you got me there,” I say. He’s been hanging out with me too long and picked up on my sass.

Kaden watches us intently. “See? It’s like a family breakfast already.”

I roll my eyes but can’t help the warmth spreading through me. Despite everything, despite my reservations, there’s something undeniably comforting about this moment.

“You’re pushing it,” I say.

“Even Chowder sees it.” His grin almost reaches up to his eyes, enjoying himself way too much.

I swallow hard, trying to ignore the fluttering in my chest. “We’ll see,” I say, focusing on my food. Deep down, I know he’s right. This place, him, it all feels inexplicably right. And that scares me more than I’d like to admit.

I take a bite, savoring my meal as Kaden pours me some juice. He seems to be enjoying the domestic routine far too much.

“So, I’ve heard some things, too. Like you returning my scales without telling me.”

He tilts his head slightly, but that strong expression remains fixed on his face.

“I would never stand back and watch someone hurt you or take anything from you. I’ve told you this.”

“Yes, but why didn’t you tell me you retrieved them for me?”

“Sasha, I don’t seek approval or praise.”

“Who said I’d praise you?” I affirm instantly, my voice snappier than intended. He brings out many things in me, including that challenge to always best him.

“I see it in your eyes. And you’re welcome.” His feet reach mine under the table, and I draw them away.

I chew on that for a moment, realizing what he did was before he knew we were fated mates, yet he still looked out for me.

“Well, thanks. I appreciate it. Hopefully, that doesn’t bring down the wrath of Asbesta on your doorstep because of me.” The thought alone tightens my middle.

Kaden smacks his lips, swallows, and reclines in his chair.

“She would never harm you. Trust me. As my fated mate, she will do well to keep as far from you as possible, and she will know this.”

“Why? Because you agreed to join her House?”

“Nothing’s set in stone,” he explains. “But sometimes, it’s easier to appease someone until you work out your next move.”

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