Page 104 of Sinful Mates

Slade’s chest rumbled with delight as he dragged me onto his lap for a rough kiss. “Perfect, like my woman.”

I loved it when he complimented me. “One down,” I murmured against his rough lips. “Three to go.”

Dimples flashed with his grin as he lifted the whisky and uncapped the bottle. “We’re gonna need more of this.”

By the time Benny finished for the day, we had Slade’s jackal finished, and the outlines for Castor, Alaric, and Zethan’s tattoos marked. My arm ached from holding it still so long, and I circled it to get the blood flow back.

Slade drove us home because riding bitch once was enough, and my arm was too sore to steer my heavy bike.

Back at the club, he amassed my mates in his office for a surprise reveal. Mia played outside under the watchful eye of Dusty.

“Boys.” He gave them all a nod, clapping Castor on the arm, giving Alaric a smack behind the ear, and an attempt at a handshake with Zethan. To my surprise, Zethan accepted a quick shake and moved to me. One step closer to making amends.

Pleased, I flashed him an appreciative smile and sent a loving burst down the bond.

Slade let me reveal the ink. I hissed as I slid the hoodie down my arm, exposing my plastic-wrapped skin.

Alaric jammed his fingers into his mouth and let out a high-pitched whistle. “Our baby’s got ink.” He glowed with pride, leaning down to study the artwork.

A snarling hellhound with red, glowing, wispy eyes… at least that was what I planned to color it with. A hawk with its wings outstretched and talons flexed. Last but not least, my ibis standing atop a magic book.

“Fuck, that’s incredible, baby.” Zethan smoothed my hair.

I reveled in the praise, glowing brighter than a lighthouse on a clear night.

Castor’s bond blushed with equal pride. “It’s beautiful.”

Alaric squinted and looked closer. “Wait. Am I pinching Zethan’s ass?”

Trust hawk eyes to see that. It was the way it was drawn. We could disguise it with coloring.

I laughed. “Yeah, I think you are.”

Alaric slapped Zethan’s butt. “Hope you like talons, sexy.”

“Bring it, bitch.” Zethan let out a rare smile and joke.

Slade grunted at the banter, thumping his palm on the VP’s shoulder. “Good likeness, don’t you think, Genius? Massive beak.”

“Suck it up, bitch.” Castor emphasized the last words, a recipient of Alaric’s text message, rubbing it in how Slade rode on my bike. “We all know I have the longest cock.”

On par with Zethan’s lengthwise, although, my haunted mate had the thickest.

I jumped in on the joke. “His beak is an excellent back scratcher.”

Playing up to the joke, Castor’s nose extended into an ibis beak, and he scratched my shoulders.

“Oh, right there, Daddy.” I wiggled at how good it felt.

He nipped me on the neck and retracted his appendage. “You dream about this beak, don’t you Sorceress?”

I hadn’t laughed this hard in such a long time. Couldn’t let go of my worry with all the chaos surrounding my mates and the club. Wasn’t able to enjoy my mate’s company so much.

The dark scratch in my stomach said the lightheartedness wouldn’t last long and that everything was about to catch up to us.

CHAPTER36

Slade

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