Page 53 of My Salvation

She turned to Priest, who was shaking his head. “I have a surprise planned for Cas this afternoon, and honestly, I have no idea what the evening holds for us, so I’m not really sure about dinner either.”

“Understood. If you will be coming back here for dinner, let me know so I can prepare,” he said, pointing to the newly installed crystal in the corner.

Priest grinned. “I can let Ari know, and he can let Leo know, and he can tell you.”

Cas held up her cell. “Or I can just call.”

Both men turned to her with wounded expressions. Boys and their toys. “Or we can use the crystal network.”

Eion beamed. “It is very exciting to be included on warrior updates now.”

Her heart melted a bit. Eion had been alone for so long, now he was being drawn into everything, and from the looks of things, the man was eating it up.

Making sure all her eggs had been eaten and she had at least one piece of bacon, she reached for her danish.

Chuckling, Eion removed her plate and replaced it with a fresh one. She opened the box and inhaled deeply. Her mouth instantly began watering. Behind her, she heard Eion remove the coffee Priest had gotten her from the warming box.

As she was placing a slice of the danish on her plate, Eion set her mocha down by her plate.

Taking her first bite, she had to grip the table to hold back her moans.

Gods above.

With literal concentration, she released the table and picked up her mocha. There was no hiding her reaction this time as the smooth yet bitter dark chocolate swirled in her mouth, mixing with the raspberry.

“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods!”

Priest chewed his bacon, a smug expression on his face.

Turning in her chair, she looked her squire in the eye. “Cover your ears,” she ordered.

Eyes wide, Eion covered both ears with his hands.

She swung back to her mate. “I’m gonna fuck you blind tonight. I won’t stop until I’m pregnant out of season.”

Priest’s fork dropped to his plate as he inhaled and began to choke.

Eion moved quickly and began the Heimlich. Seconds later, her mate was breathing again.

She looked at her squire. “According to Merrick, he does that quite often.”

“You!” Priest gasped.

Ignoring his labored breathing, she took another sip of her mocha. “Perfection.”

Eion went back to the stove laughing, and her mate eyed her like she was a rare steak and he was starving. Meeting his heated gaze, she smiled. “Game on, my love.”

Chapter Eight

Priest kept giving her sidelong looks on the walk to the palace. Finally, she looked at him. “What?”

“Were you serious?”

“About fucking you blind? Yeah.”

“No, about trying to get pregnant.”

She shrugged. “If it happens, it happens.” She waved her bracelet from Lia about. “We have the extra help after all.”

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