Page 217 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

Chris chuckled, and we went into my sister’s room. He moved the couch to the door, making sure it would only open a crack without it hitting the back of the couch. I helped him set up the pillows and blankets, and then crawled under the covers with Bells again.

It was three days later, and I was getting really worried about Bells. She was only eating because we kept reminding her that she had the twins to think about, but aside from letting me drag her into the bathroom to shower the morning after Vesta took Adam, she wasn’t leaving the bed.

The soil engineer dropped by yesterday, and Chris and I showed him around and let him take the samples he needed.Cory was calling me every day. Bells was barely responding to his mind-links, and he was worried.

“We need to do something,” I grumbled to Chris as we prepared lunch. “I’m getting really worried about her.”

Chris dropped his paring knife and walked over to me. He pulled me into a hug, and rested his head on the top of my head, inhaling deeply.

“I—” Chris stopped, pulled back then pulled me up and sat me on the counter. He stepped between my legs and buried his face in my neck. He inhaled once, then twice and groaned, his breaths tickling my neck, and making me giggle.

“What are you doing?”

“Your scent changed,” Chris explained, taking another deep breath.

“Oh! What do I smell like?” I asked excitedly.

“Hazelnuts. Pecan pie and hazelnuts,” he murmured from his place in my neck. “It’s like someone drizzled warm Nutella all over you, mate.”

I shivered. I loved it when he called me his mate. I wrapped my arms around him and let him inhale and sniff as much as he wanted.

I felt him getting hard between my legs. It’d been three days since we slept in the same bed together, and it already felt like too long.

“Chris,” I whimpered desperately, feeling the need pooling in my lower abdomen.

“I know, Little Warrior. This is going to have to be fast,” he groaned, picking me up, walking us into the pantry and pressing me against the shelves. “I need you so bad.”

The pantry was mostly empty now, most of the surplus having been donated to the women’s shelter a few days ago. Chris put me down reluctantly, and I started removing my leggings, kicking them to the side while Chris undid his belt and pulleddown his pants, his erection springing free. Despite the relief I needed between my legs, I dropped to my knees, pulling him close and swirling my tongue over the head of his cock.

Chris’ head snapped back and he let out a string of curses, bracing his arms against the shelves. I took him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks to take him back as much as I could. I worked him to a frenzy, feeling like the most powerful woman in the world, when I brought a man like Chris to his knees and snap his steel control. After a minute, Chris pulled back with a snarl before he could cum and dropped to his knees in front of me. He kissed me hard, then pulled me up until I was straddling him.

“Ride me, Violet,” he begged, lining his cock up to my entrance.

I sank down on him, making us both moan. Chris rested his forehead on mine, breathing heavily. I pushed forward, brushing my lips against him, before I lifted and sank down on him again.

His hands gripped my hips, helping me rock on him, urging me on faster. My hands gripped his shoulders and I started bouncing faster on him. I whimpered as I quickly teetered on the edge of an orgasm. I tried to move faster, but Chris held me still and started thrusting up into me. His lips were on my neck, sucking and licking as he brought me so close to orgasm, I wanted to sob.

“I can’t wait to mark you,” Chris groaned against the crevice of my neck.

I felt his blunt teeth nipping at the skin and I burst into flames with one more thrust of his powerful hips. I cried out his name, and I felt his warm seed covering the walls of my channel.

“I love you,” Chris whispered, his face still in my neck. “You’ve filled my life with so much light and joy.”

I hugged him tighter, unable to speak after his words. I could only hope he understood how much he meant to me.

We remained wrapped around each other for a few minutes, before we stood and cleaned up. We washed up and I thought we’d continue to prepare lunch together, but Chris kissed my temple, and took a step around the counter.

“I’ve got an idea. I’ll be back. Reach out if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

Chris was gone for about twenty minutes and when he came back, he called out that he was back inside the pack house and would right back down, as I heard him running up the stairs.

“What were you doing?” I asked him when he walked inside the kitchen a few minutes later.

“I’ll show you after lunch,” he answered, leaning down and kissing me hard before taking the tray of food from my hands.

Chapter Forty

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