Page 60 of The Alpha's Broken Oath

“Deacon?”

“Yes, baby?”

I’m slightly starting to love when he calls me that.

My stomach somersaults when his eyes drag over my face like I’m precious and I deserve his attention.

The woman in me that has not been loved for so long comes out, and she’s needier and sluttier than ever.

“One more round?” I ask and it comes out as a plea.

Deacon smiles, hugging me closer, “As much as my cock loves feeling your cunt clenching around him, baby, you need rest. Lots of it.”

I remember getting angry at him and pushing him away.

I also remember Deacon hugging me from the back, calling me baby and all the nice things I want to hear.

I remember his tongue licking my mark like it was the most intriguing ever.

Then, I remember sleep taking me with its angry clutches.

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Opening my eyes to Deacon's arm around my waist and his lips on my neck, draws a smile out of me.

If this is the new norm, I might get used to it. I might give my sons the most precious gift they could ask for, and that’s knowing their dad is not dead but here with us.

I trace my hand along the veins on Deacon’s arms. Goddess, he’s a hot specimen. My hot specimen.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” Deacon says behind me. I lean into his chest more, my eyes on the glass floor-to-ceiling windows that have light curtains fluttering with the morning winds.

“I like getting woken up by you,” I whisper.

Deacon’s hold on me tightens.

“Say that again.”

“I like getting woken up by you. I like waking up next to you too, Deacon,” I repeat.

“Me too, baby. You know how hard it was trying not to wake you up yesterday and feel your touch? I was dying for a kiss, too, Winter. But I had to distract the boys so they wouldn't worry about you.”

The mention of the boys and yesterday have me confused.

I turn around to face Deacon, and he looks so handsome, my words die in my throat.

Does he always look this good in the morning? Because I'm pretty sure I look like a gutter rat.

“What do you mean, distract the boys so they wouldn't worry about me? Deacon, what day…is it?”

“You slept through yesterday, Winter. Side effects of the mark is fatigue, and you needed rest.”

What the…?

“What? Ash and Addie, they must have been worried sick.”

Deacon offers me a sheepish smile.

“I handled them. They understood Mommy needed rest from taking care of them all the time.”

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