Page 45 of The Baby Hex
“Was the Jon thing a way to push things back?” I cut to the chase because I was too damn old to play games instead of ask direction questions.
“No,” Pierce shook his head. “The Jon thing was because it occurred to me right then. I was thinking about you while you were trying to call your cousins. I was thinking about everything I know about you and all the things I still don’t know about you. I remembered you and Preston talking about him.”
“So, you’re going to stay at home with the kids and off my enemies?” I laughed.
“The two things aren’t mutually exclusive, I’ll have you know,” he chuckled and leaned in for a long, slow kiss.
All the doubts that had collected in the back of my mind over the years whenever I thought about meeting my true-mate surfaced and Pierce kissed every last one of them away. His tongue slipped between my lips and I welcomed him into my mouth. His tongue twirled around mine again and again and I lost myself to him. I could’ve talked him in circles for days. There was always going to be a reason to doubt the future, but I decided to jump in eyes-wide-open. Whatever came next, we were in it together.
Heat burnt hot across my skin until I was ready to strip naked, but Pierce took his time kissing me. He held me tight to him, making it impossible to strip down without breaking free of his embrace and I wasn’t ready for him to let go of me yet. The rolling to-do-list that always kept my mind zipping around shut up when he kissed me as if his tongue had some magical abilities all on its own to neutralize my worries.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, pulling back from my lips even though I tried to follow his face to stay in contact with his lips.
“Yes,” I nodded. “Are you?”
“I’m not the one who needed convinced.”
“If you didn’t run away after Preston beat you up with snacks, I guess you’ll stick around forever,” I teased him.
“I let you eat chips in my bed,” he growled and kissed up my neck. “There will be tiny grains of salt here for the rest of eternity. If that’s not proof, I’m sticking around, nothing is. Is there anything I need to know in case your heat fully takes over?”
I thought about it for a second, staring past him, so his handsome face didn’t distract me. There was plenty he probably needed to know about my life, but it was impossible to wrap it all up into neat precise instructions.
“I meant about sex,” Pierce said, meeting my gaze. “Or anything that would need to be done immediately in the next few days.”
“I can be a bit of a scratcher and not just during intercourse,” I admitted and bit my lip. “Elf thing or bird thing. I don’t know but I hold on and sometimes it happens.”
“I heal quickly. I’m a vampire,” Pierce shrugged.
“Clients might call my phone, but it should go to voicemail, and someone will probably text to complain that the bar still isn’t open. At least one person is always an impatient fuck.”
“They’re all adults. They can wait,” Pierce said, sliding his hand up under my shirt as we talked.
“Your hand feels so cool to the touch. My heat is really kicking in, I think,” I said, glancing down at my dick that was now standing erect despite its fabric prison. I’d been slick since before Medwin chased us out of the middle of the street. “I’m okay with biting. That’s the other thing. Chomp on me. I don’t mind. In fact, I like it.”
“Has a vampire ever fed on you before?” Pierce asked, his thumb rolling teasing circles over one of my hard nipples.
“No, but a bite is a bite. Dragons have bigger teeth,” I said and instantly regretted it.
That was a fuck up, right?
Pierce only laughed and kissed my neck again.
“But they don’t have venom, and they don’t suck blood either,” he murmured against my skin.
A second later, he pulled my shirt over so that it hung off my shoulder, revealing my plump claiming gland full of clear, magical fluid. I braced for his bite. Most folks waited until theywere in the middle of lovemaking, but I was more than ready for him to initiate our claiming vows. Maybe once he was inside my head my nerves would soothe themselves out.
Only, Pierce didn’t bite me. He nuzzled his cheek against the gland that contained all the clear, magical fluid we needed for one side of the claiming vows. My wolf whimpered inside his inner sanctum as Pierce’s scent rubbed all over us and clear, magical fluid sloshed inside the gland. It was stingy to the touch, but some things really did hurt so good.
Lifting his head up, Pierce traced the edges of the gland with the moist tip of his nimble tongue. I sighed, turning my head to the side and giving him space to work. His hand, still cool to the touch, caressed over my chest and down my stomach. His thumb rubbed circles over my navel before moving lower and stopping just out of reach of my dick. Like the rest of my body, it throbbed for his touch as he licked back and forth over my claiming gland. I arched my hips begging for his touch and he didn’t leave me waiting long.
“Cherry or raspberry?” he asked.
“Huh? I’m not hungry!” I laughed. “Remember I ate chips in the bed!”
“For the lube, sweetheart,” Pierce laughed. “It’s all flavored and body safe but from experience once it’s out almost everyone tastes it.”
“Is it bad if I want to taste them before I decide?”
