Page 85 of Primal God

I bite my bottom lip as another orgasm builds. I can tell it’s going to be mind blowing and Dimitri seems determined to make me scream. So, I do.

“Daddy, yes!” I scream so loud that my voice cracks as my orgasm rips through me, stealing my breath.

“That’s right,minha vida.”

His mouth covers mine as he comes, filling me. I’m shocked as he pulls a third orgasm from me. All I can do is lie there and ride out wave after wave of pleasure.

Dimitri pulls out, falling next to me on the bed.

I turn, grinning at him. “Wow.”

“Agreed.”

“Would it be greedy to ask if we can do that again?”

His laughter fills the air. “Give me ten minutes and then I’m all yours.”

Ten minutes later, he’s true to his word and rocks my world again.

Hours later, we’re both naked in his bed. I don’t think I’ve ever come so many times in one night in my life. Heck, maybe evenever. My cheeks flame. And I sure as heck didn’t know I could be so loud in the bedroom…

I roll to my side and ask, “So, are you going to tell me why you called yourself Primal God earlier?”

He snorts. “Did I?”

“Yeah. Wait, does it have something to do with the Brotherhood?”

He curses under his breath. “It seems my son doesn’t understand thesecretpart of a secret society.”

I laugh. “To be fair, he was worried he was going to get a bad nickname.” I think. “So, his nickname is Tender God, and yours is Primal God?”

Dimitri grunts in response.

“Why primal?”

The look he gives me has me squirming. “I think you know why.”

“Because you like to chase people?”

“You might say that.”

“Come on. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“Primal, because I have this…drive to protect those that I love. If they’re in danger, all sense of reason goes away, and I’m left with primal instincts. Protect. Chase. Fight.” He meets my gaze. “Fuck.”

“Holy cow, that shouldn’t be so hot,” I murmur.

He moves over me, a wicked glint in his eyes.

“We’re just getting started, little girl.”

The next morning, Dimitri and I make love in the shower. It’s slow and sweet and makes me wish we could stay in here all day. I let out a sigh. But we can’t because we have to pick up the kids in an hour. My chest tightens. I need to tell him about the baby, especially now. Things are getting complicated and fast. But what if this was a one and done for him?

“Can I ask how this is going to work?”

He meets my gaze as he turns off the shower, handing me a towel.

“Howwhatis going to work?”

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