Page 93 of Within the Veil

I moan in satisfaction, and Hunter chuckles, "To answer your question. we did make some headway. I have a general location of the tribe from talking to Shea and from Oberon's whisperers, but I want to talk to Xena and Cerubus about doing a flyover before I head into the abyss of murder and mayhem," he says, leaning over to kiss my neck and rub my belly.

He kneels at the edge of the couch, placing his head on my belly to whisper, "Hey, little pointy-eared surprises, Djinn Daddy is going to bring by some angry motherfuckers," I smack his head at the curse.

"Don't curseatthe children. Be normal and curse from, at least, a couple of feet away," I speak around the food in my mouth.

Hunter rolls his eyes and continues, "Maybe not angrier than a Momma Hudson, but angry nonetheless. Assuming they don't try to kill Daddy. But I'm a badass, so don't worry. Anyways, Daddy will be back soon after, and I will keep reading our favorite story."

My belly glows with every word he says, and the joy radiating from them at the sound of his voice is heart melting. Or maybe that's heartburn from the food; Either way, I snort a laugh, "I hardly think 'A Fighter's Mind' is their favorite book, Hunter."

"Also, how many times can you say the word 'daddy,' Grayson chuckles.

"Shush, he's ridiculously excited to change diapers in the middle of the night. Do not interfere with my night nurse," I say.

Hunter straightens with a roll of his eyes and pauses to drink water, and I lose my train of thought as his tawny skin glistens, his throat bobbing as he swallows. It takes me a second to realize he is talking again.

Hunter gives me a smile that sends my pulse racing and, this time, leans forward to capture my lips. I moan at the contact before he pulls away, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"One, I agree with Grayson; those lips have a date later. Two, it is their favorite book. They will come out of that belly cavern with more Jutsu than Naruto, and you'll be happy to know our training will be half done for us. Three, I will change all the diapers, wear all the baby carriers, and help you pump and feed them because those little ones are going to know that an Arallu can love harder than they can stab," he says, his voice firm.

My heart squeezes in my chest as I melt into a puddle of lust. Sure, dirty talk is sexy, but a man enamored with being a good father and mate? Well, that is a more potent aphrodisiac than all the oysters in the fucking world.

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Hudson

I'm suddenly very aware of Grayson's body underneath mine as I look up at Hunter, my body suddenly on fire. "Did I ever tell you how much I love you?" I say softly, my voice husky.

Hunter's eyes darken immediately, flashing red, his fangs protruding, and fuck if it doesn't trigger something primal in me. Something that wants the sweet destruction he is offering.

Grayson runs his hands up my thighs, hiking my dress up in the process, "does our mate need something?" The guttural, deep timbre of his voice teases my senses as his lips caress my ears.

My breath shoots out of my lungs as an inferno rushes through my body, stealing my ability to breathe as his fingers push past my panties and through my slick arousal.

Hunter growls low in his throat, "I think she does."

Without a second thought, we all find ourselves back in our bedroom, notes forgotten, and Hunter kneels at the end of the bed. "Hold our mate, Grayson, pull those perfect thighs apart," he murmurs, his heated stare fixated between my thighs. When Grayson pulls my legs apart further, leaning me closer into the hard planes of his body, my lower body slightly hanging off the edge, Hunter lengthens a claw and rips through my panties.Fuck.

Hunter draws his lips up my thighs until his breath teases my aching center, "You smell like my every dream come to life." His guttural voice is tinged with a darkness that sends a surge of longing through me.

Grayson sucks my earlobe into his heated mouth, "I don't think we need your clothes anymore, Hudson." His breath tickles my ear, and my clothes disappear, my heavy breasts cradled in Grayson's hands as he pulls and tugs my nipples.

My head falls back on a moan as Hunter swipes his tongue up my soaked pussy and wraps his lips around my swollen clit, gently teasing it with his tongue. The pressure is almost too light, but each caress of his tongue is a fucking sinful torture I don't want to end.

"So fucking sweet," he groans between my thighs, pushing two fingers inside of me and curving them slightly as he slowly fucks me, maintaining the lazy caress of his tongue that brings me close to the edge.

My moans are nonsensical as I almost come apart, my body overly sensitized from whatever magic they are weaving.

Grayson bites down on my neck gently, "I want you to come apart for us, Angel. I need to be inside of you, and I want to see you swallow Hunter's cock like the good girl you are."

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Grayson

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My words sendher over the edge, her sweet pleas and cries like music to my ears as Hunter wrings out every bit of pleasure from her perfect body--A body ripe with our seed. There is something incredibly erotic about fucking your mate and worshiping her body as it changes and grows with your child; It awakens a deep, primal urge to fill her again and again until her thighs are coated with our cum.

I grip her waist to keep her still as Hunter stands from the floor and leans over to drag his wet lips over Hudson's panting mouth. I make my clothes disappear, and with a small shift, I sheathe myself inside of her, cursing as her heat envelopes me and her pussy grips me so tightly it's almost painful.

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