Page 58 of Betrayed Pregnant Mate

“I love you, too,” she says, burying her fingers in my hair and pushing me backward toward the bedroom. “I don’t know that I always have, I had a pretty big crush on Santa Claus as a kid.”

“Santa Claus?”

“I thought you didn’t want me to be afraid of telling you things,” she teases, and I shake my head, my nose bumping against hers as we do a complicated stepping game, moving around the furniture seamlessly to get to my room as we paw at each other, removing one article of clothing at a time.

“You were a very sexy pop singer,” I murmur, “that body suit was killing me.”

“It wasn’t the microphone?”

“Maybe it was the microphone, just a little,” I admit, which makes her laugh, and I lean down, capturing the sound on my lips.

“Veronica,” I say, when I’m laying her down on the bed. “I never should have left you, back in New York.”

“It’s water under the bridge,” she says, reaching up for me.

“No, wait,” I say, smiling when she tries to tug me down. “Please, I want to apologize to you for that. Back then, I thought leaving was the only option. And maybe it was. But I hurt you. And that’s my biggest regret. I could have found a way to hurt you less, even if it was just breaking up with you.”

“You want to give me an apology that matters?” she asks, quirking an eyebrow at me.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Then touch me.”

I shut up and oblige, slipping my hand under her panties and groaning at the wetness I find there, how ready she is for me, how badly I want to touch her, make her feel good, make her beg for me night after night after night.

“Since they don’t hate vampires,” I say, “does that mean you’ll be staying?”

“Yes,” she breathes, and I slip a finger inside her, feeling her making my cock even harder. I explore a bit, making her throat catch, her eyes flutter shut. “But I want to travel,” she adds, when I ease up a bit with my fingers.

“Veronica,” I laugh, leaning down and kissing her as I work over her clit with my fingers. I pull back and watch her face open, slowly, the longer I touch her. “I would do anything for you. Go to the ends of the earth—and for me, it’s not just a saying.”

“Wait, so are you a flat-earther?” she asks, opening one eye, and making me laugh again. This is what we used to be—joking and laughing even in the midst of our pleasure.

In a move that surprises me, she braces her hands on my hips and flips me over, situating herself on top of me, grinning down, looking wicked, her nipples peaked.

“Stop teasing me,” she says, lifting herself and taking me deep, all at once, so my back lifts up off the mattress in a gasp, my hands coming to her sides as she laughs.

When I look up at her there, it’s like I’m looking at my forever home.

Chapter 29 - Veronica

I wake up slowly, wrapped up in Percy, breathing in slow, all the anxiety of the previous days gone. You’d think that an epic fight in the middle of the forest might make someone more anxious, but it seems like it was the outlet I needed for my stress.

Pulling his arm off of me as gently as I can, I slip out of the bed and hurry to the shower, cranking it up hot and climbing inside. A moment later, the bathroom door creaks open, and I see Percy step into the bathroom, already naked.

He’s gorgeous, even with his scars and the always-present scruff on his chin. When he walks toward the shower, a little shiver of awareness runs through my body, and I step back when he opens the door and steps in.

My body is soft and warm from the water, and his fingers are cold as he runs them up and down the length of my sides, sending shivers that ricochet throughout the rest of my body. Slowly, he trails the tips of his fingers over my shoulders and back, and then, finally, he grips my hips, turning me around.

I gasp when he kicks my legs apart, pushing on my lower back until I press my hands against the glass. He reaches up, grabbing my hair and gently tugging it back. The water sprays on my lower back when he slides inside me.

“Fuck, Veronica,” he says, and it sends a tidal wave of lust through me. He slides out slowly, teasing me, taking his time, his other hand massaging my ass, grazing against my hip, then settling on my lower back as he increases the tempo and pressure, slamming into me harder and harder until I’m worried we might shatter the shower’s glass.

But we don’t, and a moment later, he’s pulled me back, running the soap and water over me, washing away the remnants of what we’ve just done.

“Pack meeting today,” Percy says, tipping his head back to run his head under the water. I watch, mesmerized, ready for another round with him already. When he sees the look on my face, his eyes darken, and a moment later, he’s on his knees, his mouth between my legs, his fingers deep inside me, one of my legs draped over his shoulder.

Later, when we’re finally toweling off, I snort, and Percy looks over at me, alarmed.

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