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“Zev, you look like one of my dark dreams come true and I’m seriously thinking of skipping dinner and just going to dessert,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I know I didn’t make it easier for you, but I will trust you and follow your lead tomorrow.”
His voice grew to a whisper towards the end of his sentence, and I hoped the guys had not heard him.
“I’m sorry too, I wish it didn’t have to be like this” I said, feeling awful that I had put him in this position. “You look amazing.”
“Don’t be sorry, you have nothing to apologize for. Tonight is for us to celebrate Beltane a little early, to have a night just for us.” He pulled me in for a hug. “We deserve it, and I think the little one deserves to be celebrated too.”
He kissed the top of my head before he walked behind me with his hand firmly on my belly. It was possessive, but also sweet. In that moment, I almost said something to Lucien and Aeon. They needed to know, but seeing their heartbroken faces scared the shit out of me. They didn’t have to suffer more if things went south.
“Come on, let’s eat.” Zev ushered me to a chair.
“Mr. Potter has been cooking all day, and I’m starving.” Lucien sat to my left as Zev sat on my other side and Aeon right next to him.
Mr. Potter outdid himself this time with a cherry-glazed pork tenderloin, Aligot potatoes, lobster mac and cheese, broccolini and of course, those damned delicious rolls with that crack butter. He served us all, while we salivated waiting for the last person to be served. He served us wine, but brought my cup to me, winking at me, making me relax a bit.
“Let me know if you need anything else,” Mr. Potter said, before leaving but tonight he sounded tired.
I watched him leave, worry filtered through me that he might not stay, even if I died. Lucien’s hand on my thigh brought me back from my worries. He gave me a look that said he knewexactly what I was thinking. He squeezed my thigh before he took a forkful of food in his mouth.
Smiling, I did the same. Everything was delicious as usual, we ate in relative silence, but from the glances the guys were giving me, I could feel our desire slowly brewing. We skirted on safe subjects, keeping things light with dinner and the occasional memory from Lucien.
They told me Mr. Potter found a store close by that had modern clothing and was able to take a few items. They had no idea what they were doing, but the magazine Mr. Potter had stolen gave them an idea. I have to say they did a really good fucking job. As much as I loved when they were shirtless or naked, something about a man who was dressed up just did things for me, and they definitely did things for me.
Mr. Potter refilled our glasses, taking our plates and served dessert. It was spiced cream with berries, simple, but so good. I moaned, making the entire table stop what they were doing.
They stared at me with hunger in their eyes. I took another bite of my dessert, moaning extra loudly. They growled as their eyes flashed yellow and glowed brighter. Another bit of my dessert, one more moan. The sound of sliding chairs was music to my ears and I grinned in anticipation.
25
LUCIEN
Katarina was devastatingly gorgeous in the black and gold dress. I could feel all of our arousal the moment she walked into the room. I was one lucky wolf, we all were.
When she moaned, I just about came in my pants—it was worth dressing up by the way she looked at all of us. It was ridiculous that I was jealous of her dessert spoon. But the way her mouth opened over the food had me wanting to fling the spoon and replace it with my cock.
With the second moan, I lost it. I kicked my seat back, and pushed everything off the table. I grabbed her, and sat her on the table, devouring her in a kiss that tasted like Katarina and Cream.
“Goddess, Katarina, those noises you make are torture,” I said, kissing down her neck to my mate mark, biting her gently, making her shiver in my arms.
“I was hoping you would get the hint,” she moaned again, as I heard the chair moving, glancing at Aeon who had gotten up to walk to us. Zev stayed in his chair watching us.
“Kitten, you don’t have to resort to torture. Just fucking ask,” Aeon said, grabbing her hair and making her look at him. “I’ll never deny you my cock.”
He dragged her in for a kiss that was bruising and relentless. Katarina bit his lip, making Aeon moan. I ran my hand down her arm, loving how flushed she looked across her chest. My mouth watered with the need to taste her, nipping at her shoulder. Katarina moaned again, making me look up. Aeon’s hand brought me forward to kiss him while Katarina ran her hand down my cock.
I whimpered, feeling like I might explode already. I pulled away from Aeon, a little breathless, trying to calm my racing mind, seeing Katarina look at us with her lip between her teeth. I brought her in for another kiss when the belt to my pants loosened. A hand began to stroke my cock, but before they got carried away, I pulled out of their grasp.
I spun Katarina around, lowering the zipper on the dress, while Aeon and I kissed her shoulders. Pushing the dress down her body, I froze when I saw what she had on underneath.
“What the fuck is this?” Aeon looked as stunned as I was.
A growl sounded from behind us, and I knew Zev appreciated what he saw. Who the fuck wouldn’t?
“You like?” Katarina bent over with her hand on the table looking over her shoulder at us. She was in a bra that didn’t have straps and a thong—one of the greatest inventions of the twentieth century—and something at her waist to hold up socks that went up to her thigh.
“Uh…yeah,” I blurted out.
