In support, I changed my name too. I’m Mrs. Durant. An honor I share with Mom. Kinda weird. And kinda perfect… she and I still having the same last name—through marriages neither of us felt worthy of or even dared believe possible. But it is, because we found two amazing men who happen to be father and son… matching hearts, only a generation apart, our other halves.
Warm, knowledgeable hands stop me from drifting off as one slides lower and the other cups a breast. “Kitten.” He presses his lips to my ear, warm and teasing as he lengthens between us.
On a groan that shivers through me, I open my legs to his talented fingers, needing him in ways that still surprise me—the depth, the yearning, the dirty, dirty thoughts. I push his hand lower, his fingers closer... “Need you.”
He sinks two fingers inside, squeezing my breast. “You’ve got me.”
Years of loving, of only knowing his touch, of training my body to respond to him take over. His words fill the air, echo in my ears, and land on my heart. His body, his hands, his mouth, his cock fill, knead, suck, twist, thrust, grip.
Deeper and deeper.
Harder and harder.
Smooth and loving, sexy and primal, he takes me, and takes me, and takes me.
Racing hearts and grunted passion, we’re one entity, convulsing, cajoling, consuming, riding the wave, each other, so high.
Higher.
Higher.
“Oh… Shadow—”
“Fuck, yes, Lion. Squeeze me.”
Christ on a cracker.He steals my breath in a searing kiss and fills me to eternity.
Forcing.
Forcing me.
Over the edge.
Willingly.
Willingly.
Plundered. I explode into a million pieces… and yet, I’m whole, complete as he shoots his release, filling me, filling me, filling me.
“Fuck, baby.” He peppers my face with kisses. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He lifts his hips, holding me tight, shallow thrusts sending goosebumps along my skin. “Not done, Kitten. Nowhere done loving you.”
No. No. Never be done.
“Shadow.”
“I know.”
He always knows.
He’s my ride or die, and I always ride.
* * *
Leaving her sated and barely able to keep her eyes open, I kiss her shoulder before slipping out of bed to check on the little cries coming from somewhere beyond our haven. I don’t think it’s Kill crying, sounds too young, but I had my time with my Kitten. If I can help Gabriel or Cap have a moment with their wives, then I’ll do what I can to comfort whoever needs it.
A groggy Cap blinks up at me as he soothes my sister, Iris, gently patting her rump as she wriggles and burps on his shoulder.
I secure my hair in a bun and reach for her. “I got her. Go to bed.”