Page 82 of Sinful Mates

“Don’t advocate for him. You promised to stay team neutral.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” She swiped hair over my ear. “We just hate seeing you divided.”

We. As in she and her mates. Dragged into the mess with everything they interpreted through the bond.

Time away from the club and VP duties was the best thing for me. Castor was more than capable of filling in, maybe even permanently taking over. We’d see what the future held. Right now, I had too much bottled rage, and it needed an outlet. Enforcing duties suited me to a T and gave me the space to let out my caged emotions that spent far too long locked up and ignored.

My mate stretched up to take my lips in a soft kiss. “Whenever you’re ready, Hellhound Dick. I’ll wave the white flag of neutrality from now on.”

“You better,” I growled, appreciating that she checked in on me, returning her kiss, grazing her bottom lip with a bit of teeth the way she liked.

“Everyone’s been so focused on Mia and me that I didn’t want you to feel neglected.” She hooked her arms behind my neck, deepening our kiss, the mildness twisting into spice.

Alaric set his bottle down and pressed onto his knees, coming up behind her, licking her neck.

She moaned, and murmured, “Love my bad boy bikers.”

Looked like tonight’s plans were being moved forward.

CHAPTER28

Aaliyah

To sayI was looking forward to this was an understatement. Time alone with my mate. No kid, no responsibility. I tried to make up for lost time with Mia by cramming everything fun and learning all I could about her in just under a month, and my brain was spent. Now I needed downtime.

“Love you, Mr. Vincent.” The rest of my thanks got burned and ravaged by his sweltering kiss demanding I return to him tomorrow.

“Have a good night, sugar,” he rasped when we came up for air.

“You too.” I toyed with his beard. “Don’t let Mia eat too much candy and—”

Slade eye rolled as I sucked all the spirit out of the fun night he had planned for them. “Don’t let her stay up too late. Three-vegetable minimum. One glass of soda. Don’t play planes too much or she’ll vomit.”

Fuck. When he said it like that, all serious, it sucked the fun from me. “I have to set boundaries.”

“I know, sugar.” He wouldn’t. My daddy bear Jackal was itching for a play date with Mia.

No. No. Don’t think about what mischief they’d get up to.

Rides on his Harley. Hundreds of mosquito bites from camping in the backyard under the stars without a tent. Eating too much junk food and feeling sick. No mom to tell them to calm down when he worked Mia into a frenzy. No Nurse A to tut them for ordering all the bad takeaway. No mate to chew his ear off when he let her watch a movie with too much action.

My heart sank to the bottom of my chest at his downturned expression falling to Zethan. Slade tried to hide it with a cracking hand to my ass. “Get the fuck out of here before I change my mind.”

Zethan took that moment to slash open a glowing gold portal.

I blew Slade one last kiss, and grabbed Zethan’s shoulder, pressing my body to his. I already said goodbye to my other mates. Alaric and Castor took the night off from kid duty. Castor to rest and have Daddy time, Alaric to go flying to soothe his mind of anxiety from his pending court case.

“C’mon, my queen.” Zethan’s arm came behind me, nudging me through the barrier.

Rainbow colors circled us and spat us out into a magnificent, shimmering gold landscape straight from Ancient Egypt. Sand dunes, pyramids, temples, a winding river, statues, palm trees, gold, and precious stones damn well everywhere. For a moment, I forgot to breathe.

Zethan’s vest, shirt, jeans, and boots transformed into sandals and a skirt. Shendyt, the ancient Egyptian word for skirt, came to me. Bandages wound around his thick arms the way Osiris was depicted in art.

“Welcome to the Duat, Hellhound Bitch.” The word Underworld translated from the native Egyptian language.

Scars marred Zethan’s perfectly chiseled chest and arms, and I traced one with my finger. He winced at the motion, then gritted his teeth, letting me touch him. I ran my palms down his bare chest. Powerful and broad, lined with scars that made him even sexier.

“You need to show off this glorious body more often,” I said.

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