“Please what?” I asked. “I’m almost there,” Abel tried to roll his hips, but I put a bit more of my weight on him to keep him down. “No,” I told him. “You found your release, now it’s my turn.”
He moaned as I fucked under his balls, chasing my own satisfaction. I had intended to kiss him awake only, but my beloved was simply too tasty to resist.
“Please, Marcello. Fuck me. Fill me.”
How could I ever resist my beloved when he had such enticing and delicious requests? Just before I was about to come, Abel rotated his hips upward, changing the angle for us. When I felt that wrinkled flesh again, I pushed in. He was soaking wet, and I slid in with ease. I pulled out and thrust in three times before I found my own release.
Abel’s eyes were wide, and I leaned in and kissed him, letting him taste the blood that was still on my tongue. Abel moaned, which caused my cock to pulse once more inside him. When I turned away from the kiss, I moved directly to his claiming bite and bit down. I broke the skin again but didn’t suck; I didn’t need to feed as I’d just done that. But it was exactly what my beloved needed to throw him into another screaming orgasm. This was the absolute best way to start a morning. I only hoped that all would be so satisfying.
Chapter 10
Abel
Ididn’t need a doctor to tell me I was pregnant. Running off to the bathroom to empty my stomach while Marcello had been kissing down my shoulder to wake me up was proof enough for me. Not how I had wanted to start my day, nor did it make for sexy fun times. I felt bad, because we’d started every morning since I’d come out of my heat having sex. Well, not this morning, and I felt terrible about that. Marcello hadn’t been kidding when he said that he was definitely highly sexual. The man wanted it all the time.
I looked down at the floor and grinned. I had a mate who was way too sexy for me, but I wasn’t going to complain, and he seemed to really like fucking me.
“Yes, I like being buried inside you,” Marcello whispered next to my ear. I gasped and turned around.
“Where did you come from?”
“The closet,” he said as he held out a shirt. I frowned at it.
“That’s my shirt.” I reached for the T-shirt and pulled it to my chest. I didn’t mind wearing Marcello’s things, but they were quite a bit too big for me.
“Yes. Your things are now on the left side of the closet. Items that wouldn’t hang up are in the left half of the dresser. We needto get you some new clothes though. You are going to need some lighter-weight fabrics for our summers. It can get quite warm.”
“My things are here?” When had that happened?
“They are. There are still the boxes in the other room, but I’ve managed to sneak your clothes over here and put them away here and there while you were asleep. Of course, you can move and rearrange them however you wish.” Marcello leaned down and kissed me quickly. “This is your room now as much as it is mine.”
My things were here. This was…I didn’t even get to say goodbye to anyone in Treasure Ridge. Did Lewis know I was okay? What about Monroe? Or Tyler? I was here now. I smiled at Marcello. “Is your coven’s doctor going to be able to see me?”
Marcello gave me a look that told me he knew that wasn’t what I’d been thinking about. Of course he did. My thoughts were completely open to him, despite him not having the same for me.
Marcello’s frown deepened. “We’ll discuss those thoughts later. Yes, Rio will be able to see you.”
“Rio? Not Sandro? Wait, you mentioned you had a new doctor for Mazzi.”
Marcello nodded. “Yes. Rio will see you as well. He has delivered many babies, and he is a warlock. Sandro is taking some time away now that he doesn’t have to worry about trying to figure out how to deliver a warlock baby.”
“Wouldn’t it be better if he learns from Rio? Or is the coven going to have two doctors?” I didn’t think the coven was that big, but maybe it was? I’d not left the room yet. I hadn’t really wanted to.
“I cannot say. Sandro is away, and that is all I really know.” Marcello took the T-shirt from me and lifted it over my head. I pushed my arms through the holes, and Marcello pulled it down my torso.
“Do I have clean pants too?”
Marcello chuckled. “Of course.” He grabbed my hand and led me to the closet. Just as he’d said, my clothes were hanging on the left side while his were on the right. There was a drastic difference between his and mine, but I wasn’t going to let that concern me right now. I went to the back of the closet, opened a drawer on the left side, and grinned. Yep, there were my briefs. I grabbed whatever was on top and slid them on, then went hunting for a pair of jeans. I found those hanging.
“Who hangs jeans?” I asked my mate.
“They are trousers, are they not?”
I shook my head. “No, they are jeans.” I pointed to his black slacks. “Those are trousers. Or slacks.”
Marcello glanced down at his black dress slacks and nodded. “Yes.” He sighed. “Fine. Those are jeans. Do you wish to put them all in the dresser?”
I shrugged. I didn’t care one way or another. “Are you ready?” I asked.
