Page 92 of Immortal Bastard

Rather than acknowledge her presence, he lowered his head to kiss his wife’s lips, lingering and whispering something in a foreign language against her mouth. It sounded… Portuguese. Destiny’s caramel cheeks deepened to a dusky shade of rose. Whatever Cain whispered must have been dirty.

Delilah swallowed back the sense of envy constricting her throat, curious what that sort of love and adoration would feel like, having never been kissed like that a day in her life. Not only were the two obviously in love but there was also a protectiveness in the way they touched one another, a coherency of need and respect, sort of like the way the ocean meets the sand, again and again, one forming around the other.

Only when they pulled away did Delilah get a full look at the man. Talk about an Amish cover model. It occurred to her then that none of the men wore beards, and she wondered if that was an immortal thing or something to do with their sect.

“We were playing with the clouds with Uncle Cain,” the little girl exclaimed then hugged Jaden with unguarded affection. “Can Jaden play?”

The little boy looked up at his young relatives, his silver eyes flashing above the disturbing mask. There had to be a better solution to teething. She supposed impetuous toddlers with fangs might complicate things. Forget about nursing.

“Hello, Grace,” Dane said with pointed directness.

Grace said nothing, obviously hearing his greeting but choosing to ignore him as she busied herself with the sewing.

Delilah sensed Cain staring at her and turned, but he immediately averted his eyes—deliberately snubbing her. He didn’t initially strike her as impolite, but the way he ignored her certainly felt rude. He seemed perfectly friendly with the other women.

Dane had no issue addressing her. “Does Christian know you’re here?”

Her hackles rose at the implication that she might not be permitted to sit with the other women in their sewing circle. Apparently, Christian’s brother was also a dick. It made sense why Gracie would ignore him.

Gracie snickered.

“Careful, Dane, you know how temperamental Christian can be,” Cain warned. “New mates are extremely territorial. Don’t speak to her in his absence.”

Delilah scowled at the men. Did he actually just speak about her as if she weren’t sitting right there? “I can talk to whoever I want.”

Cain ignored her, but chuckled, his gaze saved only for the others. “This should be interesting.” Then he swatted his wife’s ass and said something to Destiny in that same foreign language that made her blush.

Destiny tidied up her materials and thread and put them back in the basket. “I better go. You know how he gets.” She didn’t appear put out as she scampered after her husband. “We’ll see you guys at supper. Anna, we’re eating at your house, right?”

A loud crack of thunder boomed and they all jumped. Cain yelled from the back gate, “Destiny, your husband has needs! Anda logo, vamos!”

“Calm yourself,” Destiny snapped then turned back to Annalise.

“Yes. Gracie’s cooking.”

“Oh, good.”

“Hey,” Anna whined, scrunching her nose. “That soup I made last week wasn’t too bad.”

Gracie’s eyes widened in obvious disagreement.

“The hogs wouldn’t even eat it,” Dane said.

“You would know better than the rest of us what pigs like,” Gracie commented under her breath.

Ouch. There was no missing the tension between those two.

Destiny rolled her eyes. “I gotta go before we all end up in a storm. Nice meeting you, Delilah. Let’s hang out again soon.” She hiked her skirts and ran off to her husband. When she reached him, Cain picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, planting a hand firmly on her rounded ass before toting her away.

“Ignore them,” Grace said, shaking her head. “Cain’s a pervert.”

“He’s not a pervert. They’re in love.” Anna smiled at the adorable couple.

“Some people like to show affection,” Dane said snidely.

Gracie’s glare snapped to him. “And some are just whores.”

“She’s not a whore.” Dane said, initiating a chilling silence among the circle.

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