Possession (The Mate Games 3)

“Challenge accepted. You can have more than one, you know.”

“I know. But you’re my king. Do you really need to be my daddy too?”

“As long as my dick is inside you, baby, you can call me whatever you want.”

“Prove it.”

He scooped me into his arms before dropping me onto the center of the bed. I needed to talk to Moira, but we had a few hours before she’d be awake. Might as well use them doing something we both loved. Something that brought us together and soothed the broken parts of my heart.

“I love you, Sunshine,” he said as he sank inside me, completing me.

“I love you too.”

“You bitch.”Moira leaned heavily against the door, her baby pink silk robe poorly tied and her sleep mask askew on her forehead.

“Good morning to you, too. Rough night?” I shoved my way past her and plopped down on my old bed.

“I didn’t get off the phone with Ash until two hours ago. What even is night?”

“Sounds like you had about as much sleep as I did then.”

She waggled her eyebrows. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I was busy with my—”

“La, la, la... not listening. I don’t want any orgy details. At least not before I’ve had my coffee.”

“It wasn’t an orgy, for the record.”

She waved a hand. “Details, shmetails. You’re getting banged by four guys on the regular. You’re a walking orgy.”

“I wouldn’t go that far. It was only the one time with—”

“Let me guess, Big Dick Number One?”

I frowned. “Which one is that?”

Rolling her eyes, she shuddered. “The fact that you even have to ask that question means you, madam, are spoiled rotten.”

“You have no idea.”

“Well, I have some idea.”

I shook my head, laughing. “If I told you half the things...”

“No need to brag about the fact that your persons are within touching distance, you heartless bitch.”

“Not all of them.”

Guilt flashed in her expression. “See, this is why we shouldn’t talk before coffee.” She made her way to the kitchen and began preparing her drug of choice. “Not that I don’t want to see you, but I’m surprised you’re here. I thought you’d be packing or possibly already on your way to Kingston’s parents’ place.”

“I couldn’t leave without giving my best girl her Christmas present.”

“Prezzies? For me?” She started eyeing me with the intensity of a German Shepherd.

I grinned. “I hid it last week. It’s in my nightstand drawer.”

She wrinkled her nose. “With thetoys?”