“Won’t be long.” A chair scrapes across the floor. “These two haven’t left his side the entire time.”
Pleasure at Avrell’s words floods through me. Stella and Henry are here and haven’t gone anywhere. They’re safe.
“Do you think…”
“That Stella is his now?”
“Yes.”
“I do. I believe he’s finally found what each of us has been so lucky to find.”
“A mate?” Breccan clarifies.
“A family.” Avrell chuckles. “Perhaps you should carry the mortling and I’ll handle the female—”
“T-Touch her and I’ll b-break your r-rekking neck,” I rasp out, my voice barely audible.
“Like I said. Wouldn’t be long until he roused. He just needed a little push.” Avrell shines a light in my face. “Wounds are closed and you’re out of danger, Galen. Let’s get you moved to the bunker so you can recuperate with your family.”
“There are questions I have—” Breccan starts, but Avrell cuts him off with a growl.
“Rest first. Questions—for everyone—will have to wait. Are we clear, Commander?”
Breccan snorts. “We’re clear, Doc.”
I wake to a warm, wet cloth running down my bare chest. Awareness chases away the dregs of my sleep and I’m attuned to every detail around me.
A quiet humming.
Silky golden hair framing a fair, delicate face.
Pursed pink lips.
I’m intent on staring at her the entire solar as she washes me, but the stillness around us becomes alarming, making my sub-bones pop and snap.
“All threats have been eliminated,” Stella says in a dry tone, her eyes boring into me. “No need for all that. Today is a boring day. You promised.”
I rip my gaze from her stunning one, sweeping it around the empty room we’re apparently staying in underground and then back to the bed.
Nothing.
A chill cools my blood as my claws slide out into sharp, eager points.
“Where is he? Who took him?” I demand, my voice shaky with anger.
To my shock, Stella grins at me. Full-on grins. I’m briefly stunned by the beauty of it and almost forget about my worry.
“He’s fine,” she assures me. “He loves it here. Molly showed him Eileen and he’s been glued to her side ever since.”
I attempt to sit up, but she presses down on my naked chest.
“Not so fast. I’m not done cleaning you.”
“How long have I been out?” I grunt, casting my gaze toward the closed door.
“Two days.”
“What?”
She shrugs. “You were in and out of it.” Her face turns crimson. “A couple of times you got handsy in your sleep.”
My cock stiffens at her words. “Handsy? Did I…”
“You stopped when I asked you to.”
I’m both appalled at my roaming hands and disappointed she wanted me to stop.
“Don’t pout, Galen. You’ll teach Henry and he already has me wrapped around his little finger.” She sets the cloth on the bedside table and stretches out beside me. “You needed your rest. Believe me, it was hard to turn you down, but I wanted to see your eyes and hear your voice. I didn’t want it to be like that our first time—fumbling and half asleep.”
My cock grows incredibly harder. “There’s going to be a first time?”
“Of many,” she purrs. “Unless you don’t want—”
I capture her fragile face in my powerful grip and gently draw her mouth to mine. I’m thrumming with the need to flip her onto her back, strip away her clothes, and spend a lifetime ravishing every part of her body.
“How much time do we have?” I ask, my voice husky with need.
“Not enough to—”
With an eager growl, I roll us until she’s beneath me, eyes wide with surprise. Her legs part to allow my body to settle comfortably over hers.
“I only need a moment.” I flash her a cocky grin. “I imagine I’ll take you right where you need to go in an instant.”
She gnaws on her pink bottom lip, her dull, rounded teeth uselessly pressing into the flesh. “A quick fuck?”
“A quick lick, zelfyre.” I dip down and lash my forked tongue out, running it along the side of her neck that tastes so rekking sweet. “Because when I do lay with you, I’m going to need the entire night.”
Henry’s familiar giggling echoes through the walls in the distance. The reminder that this’ll have to be quick sparks me into action. I clutch onto her pants, dragging them along her silky thighs, baring her golden cunt to me. Her arousal is intoxicating, cloying the air around us, making me ravenous for a taste.
“I locked the door, but we have sixty seconds tops,” she breathes, her voice shaking with anticipation.
Gripping onto her knees, I wrench her thighs apart wider so I can admire her glistening sex. Like petals of the most exotic flower in bloom, she reveals herself to me. I want to spend hours studying each fold and hidden treasure.
“Fifty seconds…”
I grin before diving in. “I only need thirty.”
Her scream of delight as my tongue meets her delicate sweetness assures me I’ll be meeting my goal, perhaps even a second or two before.