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“I am now,” he agreed, and for the first time, I believed he meant it.

Dinner was just the same as usual, everyone talking over each other and discussions about the upcoming baby additions to the pride.

“We’re going to have to remodel the house to accommodate all the new arrivals,” Maximus grumbled.

“We could build a separate house for everyone,” Apollo suggested.

Maximus shook his head. “You can live elsewhere, but the pride house is for all of us whenever we need it.” He winked at Red, who flushed and nodded.

“It’ll be Apollo and Glass’s turn next,” Drew said cheekily.

However, from how quiet Apollo and Glass were, I had a feeling that if they were expecting a lion cub or rhubarb, they weren’t about to let on.

“You’re the last people we’re going to tell,” Glass finally declared, as if sensing the curiosity coming from the pride.

“You won’t be able to hide it,” Burke pointed out gleefully.

“Not all of us are having cows,” Tim said, leaning against Maximus. He sounded tired.

“You might have a lion cub.” Maximus grinned, projecting that he’d be happy with whatever Tim had.

Glass gave his omega the sweetest smile. “Any baby we have will be a blessing.”

I swallowed hard. I hoped my mate would feel the same way when we had kids. Only Red seemed to be avoiding anyone’s gaze, especially mine.

“What’s for dessert?” I asked, changing the subject.

Burke waggled his eyebrows at me. “Strawberries and cream.”

I looked at my stalk, loving that idea despite the cheeky bull. “Wanna have dessert in my room?”

Red didn’t hesitate and took my hand, looking at me now. “I can’t wait,” he said breathlessly.

Chapter Twelve

Red

Naked and sprawled over Gordon’s comfy bed, I rubbed my back against the thick, fleecy cover under me. It was easier to think about sexy time, regardless of the audience we had just beyond Gordon’s bedroom door. My head needed a break, and my mate had the best of ideas. The one he was projecting to me as he finished stripping made me pant with anticipation.

“I-I want that,” I gasped as he sent an image of him creaming up the length of my dick and then resting a strawberry at the head so he could lick and swallow all the deliciousness from me.

His smile was seven shades of wicked. “I know, sweet thing, and I’m gonna give it to you.” He kicked his clothes away, his gaze never leaving me. My skin heated and my dick throbbed at the intensity.

He picked up the bowl of fresh strawberries and a can of whipped cream before kneeling on the bed between my spread thighs. He placed the bowl down next to my hip. The juicy strawberries looked so tempting my mouth watered.

“No, these are my treat,” he chastised, clearly picking up everything that was going on inside my head. My dick bucked but before I could protest, the sound of the nozzle squirting cream right up my hard length filled the room.

“Ohhh fuck,” I moaned, the cold against my heated flesh both shocking and exhilarating, making my heart knock hard against my ribs. A buzz of desire shot straight to my balls and the base of my spine. My body thrummed with passion.

I groaned at the picture Gordon made as his hot, long tongue ran up the length of my stalk. Warm and cold combined, making my hips jerk with need. Pre-cum thickened the air with each kitten lick Gordon gave to my cock. Cream smeared over Gordon’s chin and lips as he teased me, his eyes never leaving mine. His tongue circled the head of my cock, and I became so focused that I never noticed he’d picked up a large strawberry until he squished it between his fingers. The warm sticky juice trickled over my sensitive skin and made me rock up towards the mouth.

“Please,” I begged. “P-put me in y-your mouth.”

I gasped, groaning when the hand squishing the strawberry smeared the pulp up my length and Gordon opened wide and swallowed me whole until it hit the back of his throat. A sticky finger slid under my balls and traced the juice from my taint to my twitching hole. The touch was light, and the sticky feeling drove me wild as Gordon sucked deep, his throat clasping the head of my stalk.

“Argghhhh,” I cried, bucking up.

A choked laugh came from Gordon as he took that wonderful tongue away, leaving his fingers right where they were.

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