Page 56 of Moonlit Alexandrite

My eyes welled as all fifty-five pounds’ worth of child hit me hard enough to knock us both back.

“I love you, Lex,” he breathed into my shoulder.

The scuff of a shoe caught my attention, and I looked up to see a teary Ren standing in the doorway, Tase right behind him.

“I love you too, Newt. Always.”

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Two monthslater

The weeks flew by as the entire town pitched in to get Crafty Seductions back to her former glory. Dion had a fantastic idea for themed nights and when Vivianite came in to fix up the damaged plumbing, we asked to have an extra sink fitted in a small bar area on the far side of the store.

Ren had been cornered one afternoon by Hestia, who insisted she knew exactly the home he needed to buy for our family. She was right, but I didn’t think Ren appreciated being ambushed while bailing Tase out of jail, again, for indecent exposure.

We were moving in the following week, and I already missed Colbie and Rusty. The guys had vetoed bringing Rusty with us under the guise of Colbie needing the company more. I was on to them, though. They had complained one too many times about sharing a bed with my capybara and losing belongings to his incessant need to chew. I supposed it would be nice to leave things lying about without the fear of permanent damage being done to them. Dion had lost three pairs of glasses to him so far this week.

The war waged on, and Tase had discovered a recipe for itching powder online, fates help the selkies, they really should just give up their claim.

Newt had flourished under our new arrangement, and while I would never ask him to call me Mom or anything like that, we didn’t need the labels to know we cared.

Tammilyn had gone to therapy as part of her release agreement and called earlier in the week to make amends. The guys refused to go, but I insisted we needed to support her while she healed.

I dipped my hands into the water bucket I kept beside my potter’s wheel and slicked them over the lump of clay I had decided would be a vase. Up and down, I worked my hands as the soft material stretched into a cylinder.

“Lex!”

The clay folded in on itself as I startled at the sound of my name.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Uhhh...” I looked down at my stained overalls. “Kinda?”

Tase poked his head around the doorframe and smirked.

“This doesn’t look ready, baby girl.”

Immediately the dinner bell went off. My pussy throbbed in agreement as my succubus slithered closer to assess our mate.

I stood and flicked the buttons holding my outfit together, stepping out of the fabric naked. His eyes heated as they traveled over my curves and I grinned hungrily in return.

“I lost my dildo, can I use you instead?”

“Babe, your lines are getting worse. Luckily, I looked up the best places to eat out, and you topped my list. Get up on the table.” The laugh that burst from me came from a place of such happiness, I felt like I glowed. I hurriedly slid my ass onto my worktable and hooked my knees over his shoulders as he kneeled before me.

From the first swipe of his tongue, I was clutching at his hair, grinding against the scratch of his beard. The man was an excellent eater and took his meals seriously. For my part, my succubus was so well fed that we had reached a balance. I finally understood how Tase was so close to his kelpie, because I felt that way too. Amazing what an ounce of self-acceptance could achieve.

A subtle cough in the doorway alerted me to a welcome intruder, and I held eye contact with Dion as I screamed through a thoroughly satisfying release. As I panted through the aftershocks, I noticed he looked stunning in a tuxedo and tie. Casting my gaze between my thighs, I saw Tase similarly dressed. Huh, how had that escaped my attention when he walked in?

Right. Because I had been thinking with my vagina.

He pulled a hair tie from his locks and began to straighten what I had messed up.

“No. Leave it out,” I said, reaching for his hand.

“Princess, as much as this is my favorite outfit on you, you need to get dressed or we’ll be late,” Dion said crisply as Tase moaned in protest, adjusting the erection straining his pants that was calling to me.

“I’ll suck you off at the party,” I said, strutting out of the room to a chorus of groans from both my men. Ren had spent the afternoon at Flare, balancing the books, and Newt had gone to visit Ramsay. Both of them were meeting us at Crafty Seductions for the opening night.

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