Page 47 of Sire
She mumbled in her sleep, like she was having bad dreams, then she snuggled into me, and stilled, quiet and peaceful.
Fuck, what that did to me. I melted, holding my future wife.
There’s only one problem.
Isn’t there always?
My angel would be marrying the Devil. The deed to make her my queen, dark. The world I live in, dangerous. The deal I’ve made, deplorable.
I’ll never forgive myself.
Her body stirs, writhing against mine, and I groan, hit by a sudden wave of lust. One rolls in every minute with her.
“Wow,” she yawns. “All night?”
I mutter into her hair. “Yes, I held you all night.”
“I know, and I slept like a baby. Thank you.” She wriggles against my aching hard-on. “But what about this?”
I try to reason it away. “The average man has three to five erections a night.”
“Does the average man wake up with a baseball bat between his legs?”
I laugh. “They do call it ‘morning wood’ for a reason.”
She rolls over in my arms, more breathtaking than every dawn rising over the ocean. When did she get golden flecks in her eyes?
They sparkle. “Can we score a homerun this morning?”
I brush a twirly lock off her face. “It’s the Lord’s Day, Angel.”
“Even better. I promise I’ll moan ‘oh God’ lots of times.”
“I promise we have a lot to talk about before that can ever happen.”
“Okay.” She wedges away from me, getting cutely serious. “I have many godly qualities, but patience isn’t one of them. Let’s talk, so we can move on.”
“Well, good morning to you, too.”
She flicks my nose. “Good morning, and you’re right. We need to talk. Last night was about my secrets. So, this morning, tell me yours.”
Jesus, I’m calling on you.
Help a love-struck brother out.
“I told you about my brothers, and you’ve met our mother. I told you how we escaped our father, and what an evil, powerful man he is. Because we escaped him, he’s been hunting us. He wants revenge.”
“Russian mafia and murder.” She nods. “Check.”
I huff a laugh. “And you don’t flinch at it?”
“I dealt with country cartels. They may not have millions like the mafia, but they have no mercy either.”
“Okay, so you appreciate what my father and his soldiers will do if they seek their revenge. Torture. Rape. Murder. Threatening our family, too. That means us and everyone we love.”
“I would be at risk. Got it, and used to it.”
Fuck, the more I tell Wren, the more I realize weweremeant to be together.
