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SkyeNicolai stands and undresses for me, exposing every hard earned muscle and well-defined line. He’s sexy as fuck and it takes effort not to drool. Then he finally tosses his boxers aside and my mouth is watering all over again. His cock is stunning, long and thick and ridged with veins. He watches me staring and a pearly bead of cum forms at the tip under the heat of my gaze. Suddenly, tasting him is the only thing I want more than to feel him inside me. I’m up and reaching for him before I even decide to move but he knocks my hand away. “Next time.” He grunts like he’s barely holding on himself. “This time is all about you.”He climbs up the bed, stretching the full length of his body on top of mine, his hard length nestled perfectly between my thighs. And kisses me until I forget my own name. Then, just when I’ve worked myself to another peak from grinding frantically against his cock, he flips us and lifts me to straddle him.“Ride me.” He demands. “I want to watch your glori
Skye Nicolai lifts me up and urges my legs around his waist, then carries me to the bedroom. Not rushed, just moving leisurely as we taste each other thoroughly. The pace of two people who have nothing to prove and nowhere to be except here.He kicks the door closed behind us and slowly sets me on my feet, letting my body slide against every delicious inch of his. He gazes down at me in the low light, and his expression is something I've seen before and never gotten used to—the way he looks at me in those rare moments when he lets go of control, like he wants to devour me."Come here," he says, walking to stand by the bed.Two words. But the tone of his voice says he means them entirely and is not to be questioned. I cross the room to him, my body already cold with him no longer pressed against me. But the moment I reach him, he takes my face in both hands and kisses me again, slowly, thoroughly, in the way that says I have time and you are worth all of it. And just like that, I feel
SkyeBenji is asleep before midnight for the first time in eight weeks. I stand in the kitchen, and register this fact the way you register something you stopped believing in—with suspicion first, then cautious acknowledgment, then something close to wonder.The monitor is quiet. Actually quiet. Not the held-breath quiet of a baby who's about to wake, but the deep, even breathing of a small person who has, for reasons entirely his own, decided that tonight he'll sleep before midnight.I stand at the counter in the dark kitchen eating toast over the sink and think, this is the best toast I’ve ever had. I feel, for the first time in eight weeks, like a person who exists in a body rather than a mechanism for keeping a newborn alive. And that feeling just makes everything better. Even toast. That feeling lasts all of five minutes before my brain, released from the immediate tyranny of feeding schedules and sleep windows and decoding the specific register of Benji's various complaints, ca
JaxonMy conversation with Noah plays on a loop in my head until I’m dizzy with it. I've already been on the road for an hour when I finally decide enough is enough and make a decision. And I don't let myself think about it long enough to change my mind. I just turn the car around.My first call is to Noah, letting him know I won’t be coming home today after all. Then I dial the Woolf estate to let them know I’m on my way back, hoping some advance notice rather than just reappearing on their doorstep will work in my favor.When I arrive, Skye is in the sitting room nursing our son. She looks up from the feeding with a mix of curiosity and a slight tinge of embarrassment. She looks gorgeous like this and I almost forget what I’m doing here. When I finally find my voice, I start to blurt an excuse. "I forgot my—" I stop myself before I can finish the lie. "No I didn't. I have a question."Skye settles Benji more comfortably and gives me her full attention. "Okay."I sit down across fro
Jaxon Eight weeks have flown by in the blink of an eye. I can’t believe how much my son has grown in that short period of time. I also can’t believe how much I’ve already missed. Every day he’s doing something new. Something he wasn’t doing when I left the day before. And it guts me that I’m not there to see it.When Skye walked away from me at the same moment I realized I couldn’t live without her, I thought that was the worst thing I’d ever have to face. I was wrong. Because as much as I loved her, still love her, it’s nothing compared to the profound loss I feel every time I have to kiss Benji goodbye.He’s developed his own little personality, full of coos and cries that mean something. He’s even starting to smile. And he has, as I discovered two days ago and have not yet finished processing, a strong preference for Nicolai Woolf's baritone.I was holding him while he cried. Doing everything I've learned in eight weeks of nearly daily visits—the right angle, the right rhythm, the
Nicolai As an Alpha, I’m good at many things. I can run an empire or make a man wish he were never born without breaking a sweat. Still, I’m humble enough to admit when I’m beaten. It just took giving my son a bath to find the one thing that could beat me. .It turns out, Benji has very strong opinions about the bath. They are inconsistent. He has, at various points, been enthusiastic about the bath, devastated by the bath, neutral about the bath, and deeply suspicious of the bath. Tonight he's in the suspicious phase, unsure if he’s about to be swallowed whole by his infant tub or if it’s safe to kick and splash and enjoy himself. Which means he needs to be continuously engaged or he will decide the situation has deteriorated and act accordingly."He's suspicious tonight. Talk to him." It’s the first thing Skye says to me when I walk in the door to see if she needs my help. It’s also the thing I’m least prepared to do after the day I’ve had. "About what?" I ask warily. I talk to B
Nicolai"The shipment cleared customs without issue," Dimitri says, standing at attention across from my desk. My Beta since we were eighteen, he's one of the few wolves I trust implicitly. "Eastern port, like you said. No inspections.""Good." I sign off on the manifest without looking up. Weapons
Skye Diana doesn’t respond, just stares back at me with an unreadable expression. And it occurs to me that maybe this isn’t about me at all. Maybe she’s still hoping I’m the key to Jaxon’s help. “If you’re still holding out hope that Jaxon will come through for Dalton, he won’t. You saw the way h
Skye"Thank you, Granny," I say softly, pulling back from her embrace. "For listening. For caring.""Of course, dear." She cups my face in her hands, studying me with concern. "You look exhausted. Why don't you get some rest? I'll stay in the guest wing tonight and speak with Jaxon in the morning."
SkyeGrandma Rose's hand tightens around mine."Tell me everything," she says quietly. "From the beginning."So I do.I tell her about Cassandra's return over a month ago, how no one told me she was back. How I walked into Jaxon's office expecting to tell him about the pregnancy—though I don't ment







