Page 27 of Sinful Mates

“Enjoying yourself, Dark Sorceress?” I would never tire of hearing that pet name.

“Very much.” I set a hand over his heart, circling as I tucked my head to his chest. “I’ve got my baby here and my mates. I’m a very content girl.”

Translation: surrounded by four delicious and topless men doting on my every need, passing me ice-cooled beer, fruit, stroking me, kissing my shoulders or cheeks. I was in heaven. Having Mia here set my falcon chittering with contentment. I wanted my mates to know what it meant to get away with them. To be a complete family. How much I wanted this to work with the new factor involved.

“Can’t wait until tonight,” he whispered darkly in my ears.

“Me either.” I didn’t have much time for my mates with Mia in the picture.

“I brought the spell so you and Zethan can play.”

“Well, then.” I massaged the velvety smooth skin of his nape. “I plan to take full advantage of it.”

Two of my mates might not be on the best terms at the moment, but that wasn’t stopping me. After Mia went to bed, I planned on getting everyone together for a chat, then some fun in the bedroom.

Slade caught hold of Mia and twisted her to face him. “Want some lunch, sweetheart?” The doting way he asked set my heart afire, blasting away the iciness left behind by Danny’s demon.

“Yeah.” She paddled her legs.

Slade poked her in the belly. “You like sausages or hamburgers?”

“Sausages,” Mia replied, looking at her wrinkly fingers.

“Please,” I reminded her.

“Please, Slade.”

“Ten sausages coming up, sweetheart.” Slade wagged his brows at me. Already he loved riling up Mia the way he did with me.

“I can’t eat ten!” Mia shouted.

Water rushed everywhere as his massive form moved through the water to Castor, stealing me from my dominant man’s arms. “Give me some lovin’, sugar, and I won’t burn the meat.”

Yesterday we went shopping and brought sausages, hamburger meat, steaks, and chicken skewers. Multiple meats for varying tastes.

The slow glide of Slade’s mouth roughed, and when he tried to deepen the kiss, I pushed him away. “Slade Vincent cooking. What’s the world come to?”

He cocked an eyebrow tainted with amusement. “Is that your way to trick me into cooking more often?”

I snorted. Slade cook? Good one. The eternal bachelor ordered takeout, threw a frozen pizza in the oven, or microwaved a pie. Until I cooked for him, he probably never ate a vegetable.

My palms slapped his chest. “Let me guess. Steak and fries?”

“You’re looking at the king of summer barbeques.” He squeezed my leg, winked, then moved to the steps, climbing out, a god in the flesh.

I laughed because Slade would barbeque all meat like the predator he was. At family gatherings, Mom always made several salads to cater for different tastes. Prawn salad with green beans. Greens salad with either baked vegetables or tomatoes, capsicum, and dressing. Potato salad with mustard grains and mayonnaise. Traditions that would continue in the Heller family. Vincent family, now that I was engaged… God, my forehead ached at the thought of taking all their surnames.

“I’m looking forward to barbeques every night then,” I teased. “And fiber.”

“Who needs fiber when you’ve got a man this delicious?” Slade stroked his beard, his hands dropping to the smattering of hair on his chest. “Rugged good looks and this thang.” He shook his butt, swishing my legs in the water, and I chuckled, climbing out behind him.

Zethan shook his head and slid onto a floating bed, sticking a beer in the cup holder, tucking his arms under his head.

“We’re all gonna die of colon cancer with Slade’s caveman diet.” Castor waded to the edge of the pool and got out as Slade dragged me into his arms. “I’ll make some salads.”

Thank God three of my men were health conscious. Zethan and I cooked together on nights I stayed over… in separate beds or with him lying on the floor.

“Let me help you.” I wriggled and Slade set me down. Wrinkled and wet, I threw a towel around my shoulders and patted my arms dry. “Mia. Come here, honey.”

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