Page 29 of The Monster's Obsession
A warmth radiates in my chest the same way it does when Laz touches me, and I nod. “I do.”
“My sphinx never would have let me fuck you partially shifted if you weren’t my mate.” He quirks an eyebrow. “You get that. Don’t you, beautiful?”
My jaw falls.
To be fair, I’ve been out of it.
The quickening is filled with waves of being incoherent, followed by periods of lucidity, and when I was mentally clear, he and Laz took turns making me eat, drink, use the bathroom, and occasionally shower.
My eyes narrow as I remember. “You watched me while I peed!”
He grins unrepentantly and shrugs. “You didn’t seem to have a problem with it at the time.”
“Because you threatened to spank me if I didn’t use the bathroom and take a shower.”
“Mmm, the shower was enjoyable…” He snickers, and my heart beats funny.
I’ve always been able to tell how handsome Saber is, but seeing him smiling and happy is enough to steal the air from my lungs. “You truly think we’re mates?”
“Sorry, Mama. I know we are. You aren’t getting rid of me.” He dips his mouth to mine for a slow, tantalizing kiss that makes me squirm under him.
Okay, maybe the quickening hasn’t completely come to an end. Feeling his warm chest press against my nude breasts as he devours me whole sends a needy ache through my entire body.
“Ah-hem,” Laz says from somewhere nearby.
Saber doesn’t let Laz distract him, continuing to ravage my mouth with his tongue.
He pulls back from the kiss all too soon and growls, “What?”
“Samson has breakfast on the table,” Laz says. “And Vivie needs to eat regularly. She missed a lot of calories while we were all hazy, but she went from eating for one to eating for four.”
Holy shit.
Saber nods, not taking his eyes off mine. “Eat a full breakfast, and Laz and I will thoroughly reward you for your good behavior.”
A shiver runs down my spine, and I find myself nodding.
Damn, I love this version of Saber.
Breakfast includes a solid variety of options I can actually eat, and I love the way Laz makes a point of feeding me by hand.
Once we’re done, Saber cleans off the table, piling it in the sink or on the counter nearby.
Does he have a housekeeper on top of a chef?
With a place like this, I wouldn’t want to be responsible for all the cleaning necessary to manage its upkeep, either.
He comes back to the table, wiping his palms off on his sweats. Sliding onto the chair next to Laz, he glances between us. “Okay, so how long until your leases are up?”
My head tilts.
“Mine won’t renew for three or four months,” Laz says.
Saber looks at me.
I shrug. “I have no idea. I think mine is in summer.”
Man, I suck at being an adult. I never pay attention to that kind of stuff. I just wait for the renewal letter to show up in my mailbox and let the owner know I plan to stick around for another year.
