Page 272 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

I was big into mythology in my teens when I found out who Uncle Helios was, but I was too shy to ask him these questions.

“Yes. I didn’t retain all of my powers and some evolved with time into what I they are now. It’s... complicated,” he finished with a chuckle.

“Alright, the tamales are getting cold, and Lalo and I worked on them for hours. Let’s eat,” Mom ordered.

Everyone hurried to the table, chatting about the encounter. I looked up at Chris and found him looking back down at me.

“That went well,” he said, emotion shining on his face.

“So, it seems, mate,” I answered, pulling on his tie.

He bent down and kissed my lips in a brief but passionate kiss.

“Let’s go feed you and my pup, wife,” he told me when he pulled back, taking my hand and guiding me to the table.

We sat next to Elim, who was nursing a tumbler in his hands, lost in his own world. Chris bumped him on shoulder, startling him out of his thoughts.

“So, a mate. Excited?”

“I was. Until she pretty much warned I’d have my work cut out with her,” he replied, blanching at the thought.

“The harder the chase, the sweeter the reward,” Uncle Lalo clapped him on the shoulder.

“Are you calling me sour, Dad?” Adrien asked from across the way.

“I’m not falling for that one,” Uncle Lalo laughed, and stuffed his face with a bite of tamal.

After dinner, everyone started heading toward Guardian Moon, but Chris held me back.

“Did you want to try to shift tonight?” he asked.

Cory had suggested we use the training grounds if I wanted to try, since it would be empty tonight.

“No. Nenetl wants to wait until after our pup is born. She doesn’t want to pass out and potentially leave us vulnerable.”

“Come with me, then.” He placed his hand on my lower back and guided us back up toward our room.

We walked into the room, and I stopped, taking in the changes. Candles, and hundreds of roses of all colors, covered every surface. Red rose petals were scattered on the bed.

Chris pulled me into his arms and kissed me, before guiding me and sitting me down on the bed. He took a step back reluctantly and walked to the windows, pulling the curtains open. He looked up at the moon, and then pulled out his phone.

“We have about fifteen minutes,” he explained, pulling off his shoes and tugging at the tie on his neck.

I stood up and walked over to him, helping him remove the tie. I took off his suit jacket next, making sure to run my hands down his muscled arms every inch of the way down. I tossed the jacket onto the couch and looked up at my mate, holding eye contact as I unbuttoned his shirt. Sweeping it off, I enjoyed the way his chest rose and fell harshly as he watched me undressing him.

I removed his belt next, throwing it onto the pile of clothes that was accumulating on the couch. I unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper, letting my finger graze the clothed erection waiting for me underneath. His pants and underwear fell to the floor together. I was going to sink to the carpet, but he stopped me by holding onto my shoulders. He bent and kissed me, walking me backward until we were at the foot of the bed. He moved my hair toward the front. His fingers trailed down myskin along with the zipper, and then the dress was pooling at my feet.

Chris took one step back to look at me, before falling to his knees before me. I removed my strapless bra while Chris lowered my matching panties.

“Hang onto the footboard, Little Warrior,” Chris instructed, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder so I was exposed to him.

He placed a kiss on my abdomen reverently before he buried his face between my legs. His touch was gentle, worshiping, patient.

I let my head fall back as he ran his tongue from my clit to my entrance and back, circling my clit with his tongue before he let his lips close around it.

“Oh,” I moaned, holding myself steady against the footboard and placing my hand in his hair, keeping him in place as he wound me up higher than the gods.

He spent a long time sucking, biting and licking my clit, driving me insane with need. When his tongue finally breached my entrance, I was lost. My body shook with the force of my release, the growl of approval as he licked me clean extending my orgasm and turning my legs to jelly. By the time I came down from my high, the only thing holding me up was Chris as he held my core to his face until he was sure he’d drunk every ounce of liquid from me.

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