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Should have closed the door.
“A claiming before breakfast? Can I join in, or is that a faux pas?”
“Go eat your breakfast,” I tell him. “I’ll be there in a second.”
“Can you be naked, still?” he asks, his eyes lighting up.
“Sure,” I tell him. “But close the door when you leave.”
He smiles as he closes the door.
“Nicely done,” Bishop tells me. “But he’s going to keep expecting you to give him everything he wants if you keep saying yes to his crazy requests.”
“I’m okay with that.” I lean back and pile my hair up on top of my head. “Mark me in the highest place, so everyone knows I’m yours.”
His pretty hazel eyes darken as he gazes at my throat.
He wants to mark my left side above Scout’s mark.
I can tell by the way he’s appraising that spot.
He leans in, his hands warm on my naked back as he kisses my throat.
“I’m yours,” I whisper, as that familiar golden flow lights up my vision.
His eyes are lighting up too. I see it when he moves back a little before he bares his sharpened teeth and marks my throat. A euphoric feeling moves through me as he makes his mark.
It leaves me feeling a little weightless and floaty.
“You’re mine,” he agrees, in a low growl.
His head dips forward and he sucks my left nipple into his mouth, surprising me.
The little moan he makes as he moves back is the last sound he makes before he slumps back and passes out cold on the couch.
I get up and put my clothes in a pile on the other couch.
I’m tempted to put them back on, but I did promise Rueben I’d come into the kitchen naked.
I didn’t promise I’d do anything else, but like Bishop warned, he’ll ask for more if he thinks he can get it.
I’d better go see what he wants.
Chapter ninety-eight
Sapphire
I feel pretty strange, walking into a room full of men I’ve slept with, naked.
Reuben smiles widely. “I told you guys she would do it.”
“Do what?” I joke, making Gus smile grudgingly and Scout snort.
“Stay naked after you claimed Bishop. That was a super-fast claiming, by the way. Did he even get his knot in you?” Rueben asks.
Gus shakes his head. “You know there wasn’t a claiming.”
“There wasn’t. He’s asleep now, if someone can lift him upstairs,” I say, looking around the table expectantly.
