Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
But my whole fucking body is dancing on nerves.
Amanda was thankfully sitting in front of Sonya’s house, watching out for any lurkers. And I think having her walking behind us has given Eden some peace of mind.
But Uriel, James, and Johnathan surrounding us has us both on edge.
Having Abel in one arm and Eden’s hand in my other is a calculated move. I could have used a carrier for Abel, but I don’t think it would frame the picture I want as easily. Also, if the shooting starts, a carrier is only going to get in the way.
Being escorted in like this worries me on multiple fronts, though.
The sniping bitch that shot me is still out there…
And Lucifer and Simon are demanding our presence, not requesting it.
I truly don’t want to break the pact I’ve made with all my brothers by having to start an internal war.
My brothers of the inner circle have all done the dance and sang the song. But at what price? My inner demons know that I won’t survive outside of the family, not for long.
I have Eden and Abel by my side, but I still have the voices that crave mayhem and destruction filling my soul when I become restless.
Must I choose between my world or hers?
Entering the elevator, we fill it up quickly. It’s too fucking cramped.
James must feel the same pressure that I do because he steps out, saying, “I’ll wait for the next one.”
Eden hasn’t spoken much since she came down the stairs to see Johnathan, James, and me standing near her door.
I think the crushing realization that all the lies and betrayals are coming to a head is weighing on her.
It’s time for the truth to be told.
Her fingers are tightly clenched in mine, and I feel the slight tremble she’s trying hard to hide.
She’s terrified, and truth be told, I would be too if I was in her position.
But she’s fucking mine.
Even my inner voices agree.
They chant to me in glee at the thought of her being ours.
Regardless of what it has cost us or could cost us, my demons are giddy.
Wife holding my hand, my son on my arm, and a baby soon to be on the way…
What more could I want?
Well, beyond assurances that I won’t be killing my brothers in the next seven minutes.
The rest of the way to Lucifer’s office remains silent. The only sounds our footsteps and Eden’s breathing growing heavier by the second.
Looking down at my immaculate wife, I want to yank her into my arms and ravage her body like never before.
Gone is the overly heavy makeup and garish angel getup she was forced to wear at the strip club.
Barefaced and beautiful, she has her hair up in a simple ponytail. Her plain black shirt hangs loosely just below her stomach. And her skintight black leggings and hot pink sneakers just add to the whole sexy as fuck girl-next-door look.
If only I could push her into one of these offices around us…
I’d push her over a desk and rip her leggings down those juicy thighs. The thought of pushing her thong aside so I can bury my tongue in her pussy has my cock stirring in my pants.
Fucking blazing hells.
Even now, in this very dangerous place, I can’t stop thinking about how she’ll taste or the sounds she’ll make as she explodes on my tongue.
I can feel the echo of what it felt like that first time I slammed my cock inside her.
Her pussy felt like a vice clamp of molten silk the first time. It was so hot and wet, I nearly died holding back my cum those first few seconds.
Glancing at my own bare chest and the bloodstains I didn’t clean, the corners of my mouth pull up into a happy grin.
“Would anyone care to bet on how fast I can give Simon an aneurysm?” I murmur quietly to the group.
There are a few quiet snickers and Eden looks up at me in confusion.
“Don’t worry, dear,” I say with a smirk and give Abel a playful bounce on my arm. His giggles makes me insanely happy. “Let’s go visit Uncle Simon and Uncle Lucifer.”
“Oh fuck,” I hear Amanda snickering behind me.
Pulling Eden with me, I weave between Uriel and Johnathan.
Letting them walk us into the office will put us on instant defense. It will be as if they are bringing us here instead of us coming by our own choice.
It’s all in the powerplays, I suppose, and right now I don’t feel like bothering with them.
Moving at a fast clip, we stride into the office without much fanfare.
Only Lucifer and Simon are here so far.
“Where’s the rest of the family?” I ask quickly before either of them has time to take the offensive.
“They’re on their way,” Simon snaps at me, and I watch as his lips flatten into a tight line of anger.