Oh. She practically bounced she was so giddy. She’d forgotten about that. Paul bought the portable bondage system special for their trip. Paul said it was part of their naughty, mates only Christmas Eve celebration he had planned for them after Luke went to bed. Leaving Orlando early killed that plan. Guess Paul didn’t want to wait until tomorrow night to fulfill the fantasy.

  She saucily flipped her hair and turned to do his bidding. She placed her knees on the bed then got on all fours. She glanced over her shoulder. Paul’s eyes were focused on her bare pussy. He licked his lips. The move caused her juices to leak onto her thighs. His eyes flicked up to hers and he arched an eyebrow. She couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. He certainly looked the part of big bad Dom, but she was intimately acquainted with his soft squishy center.

  She did her best porn worthy crawl to the head of the bed then unceremoniously flopped to her back because that’s just who she was. She went spread her arms and legs but he held his hand up to stop her.

  “Wait. I want you to do something for me first.” He paused. Cathy held her breath and waited. Whatever he asked of her was guaranteed to be wicked. “Show me your pretty pussy.”

  Instead of the hesitant embarrassment she’d lived with for almost a decade, Cathy now felt empowered and daring. Her newfound confidence was because of the man leering at her from the foot of the bed. She widened her legs until her toes pointed toward the corners of the mattress. She bent her knees and brought the bottom of her feet together in a frog pose. She watched him as she slowly slid both hands down her abdomen until they cupped her mound. Using her fingers, she spread her lips exposing her clit and hole.

  “Your submission humbles, kitten.” His eyes left her cunt and trailed up her body as he stripped out of his clothes. His eyes met hers. “I love you.”

  “I love you,” she whispered back.

  He laid on his belly. “Make room for me, kitten.” She planted her feet on the mattress so knees were still bent and thighs open wide enough for his shoulders. He made a sexy yummy noise and leaned closer. Paul placed his nose against her core and breathed her in. “You smell delicious. Let’s see if you taste just as good.”

  She snorted. Yeah, like he didn’t already know.

  He pressed her thighs open a bit wider. “Place your hands on either side of your hips, kitten. Leave them there. You move. I stop.” This was the hardest part of submission for her. The trust issue had long since been conquered, but the inability to touch him? Not so much and he knew it, too. Oh, Paul eventually allowed it, because he loved her hands on his body, but he certainly loved to test her restraint.

  Holding her thighs open, her hot sheriff ran the flat of his tongue from her hole to her clit. She moaned, and he hummed his approval. “In case you were wondering, you taste even better.” He winked. Paul was ruthless in his carnal assault. Cathy fisted the fitted sheet to keep herself from burying her hands in his thick dark hair. He brought her to the edge twice, and she was about to lose her mind. She hovered near the edge a third time when he removed his mouth from her and looked up at her from between her legs. His mouth glistened with the evidence of her desire for him. “Beg.”

  She whimpered. “Please,” she groaned. “Please allow me to come, Paul. Please.”

  Satisfaction lit his gaze. “Come for me, kitten.” He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. Then he used his teeth and bit down on her sensitive nub. The erotic pain shot through her and she came crying out his name.

  He nipped at her inner thigh before he sat back on his haunches. Paul used his hand to wipe her juices from his face and stared down at her boneless body with a smug grin firmly in place. “Spread eagle.”

  She barely had the energy to breathe let alone move, but somehow she managed. He hovered over her as he attached the soft cuff to each wrist before kissing her. She tasted herself on his tongue and the pulsating need in core reignited.

  Paul removed the pillow from under her head and placed it under her butt then moved on to her feet restraining each one. The bed shifted, and he was back between her thighs before she could blink. The fat head of his hard cock teased her opening. He grabbed her hips and sank balls deep with one smooth thrust. Cathy’s eyes rolled back. His thickness made her feel impossibly full, and she loved it.

  He pulled out slowly then slammed back in. He hammered her body with deep unrelenting strokes making her delirious with desire. He leaned over her planting his hands on either side of her head pinning her to the bed. Her happy place called to her, but Cathy refused to go. She wanted to be present for this. She didn’t want to miss even a tick in his expression.

  He bent his head and latched on to her breast sucking and nipping at her puckered nipple before moving on to the other. “Damn, you feel so good. So fucking wet and tight. You were made for me.”

  Placing his face in the crook of her neck and shoulder he said, “I can’t hold off any longer. Come, kitten. Come now.” He sunk his canines into her skin and unleashed a series of pounding strokes that sent her flying over the edge.

  Cathy’s body shook and her muscles clenched down on his cock as she came. He was right behind her. Paul slammed into her one last time and held himself deep inside her body. Her name on his lips as he bathed her soaking wet pussy with his come. He licked his mating bite closed. Her mind and heart floated as she basked in his love and dominance.

  Chapter 11

  Christmas Eve

  David stood next to Emma Grace’s bed and stared down at her. His little girl was so pretty. She looked more like her mother every day. He rubbed his chest. He didn’t know how he would have endured eternity had the Fates not allowed him these little visits. He gave Fiona up because he had to. She had her mates, but he wouldn’t have survived the afterlife with his sanity intact if couldn’t at least glimpse Emma Grace’s beautiful face once in a while.

  His bébé fille obviously moved around a lot while she slept. Her riot of curls spread across her pillow and over her face. Her arms and legs were splayed in different directions. The bed covers hung halfway off the bed and her doll lay on the floor beside it. He fixed her sheet and blankets then picked Agnes up off the floor. The doll had seen better days, but he didn’t think she’d give it up anytime soon. He tucked Agnes under Emma Grace’s arm. His little girl stirred, and he froze.

  Emma Grace turned her head and her eyes slid open. She blinked the sleep from her eyes before they widened in surprise. “Daddy?” She exclaimed with an elated smile. Emma Grace sat up and pushed her curly hair out of her face. “What are you doing here, Daddy?”

  He returned her smile with one of his own. He loved when she called him that. She had two men in her life who filled that roll now, but she still thought of him as her daddy, too. Damn, if that didn’t make him happy. “I had to come see you and wish my bébé fille a Merry Christmas.”

  “Merry Christmas to you, too, Daddy!” Emma Grace jumped to her feet then into his arms. “Bébé fille means baby girl, right?”

  “That’s right. Mommy’s been teaching you Cajun, yeah?” He asked in a thick accent. She nodded with a giggle. “Your accent sounds like Mommy’s when she talks Cajun or gets mad.”

  “Because your momma and I grew up in New Orleans. The mad part is all your momma though,” he teased.

  “That’s what Mommy said too.” She blinked her big eyes as if amazed he knew that bit of information.

  David guessed it was easy for Emma Grace to forget he’d known Fiona since she was sixteen. He used to know Fee better than anyone, but that changed when her mates came along. His chest tightened at the loss.

  Emma Grace rubbed his cheek with her palm. He held her tight and breathed in her little girl scent of roses and baby powder. David closed his eyes and sighed. She felt so precious, so perfect. God, he hated knowing he would have to let her go soon. An hour at a time was all the Fates could give him. In some ways it was too long, but mostly it wasn’t long enough.

  He sat against the headboard with her in his lap. She laid her head on his shoulder. “Did Santa come yet?”

  “Not yet.” He figured Declan and Cade would be setting out Emma Grace’s presents from Santa anytime now.

  “Then we better be quiet. If Santa knows I’m awake, he won’t leave me any presents.”

  David didn’t bother explaining that if anyone were to look in on her, they would find her asleep in her bed. She wouldn’t understand because to Emma Grace his visits were real. She didn’t know he only visited her in her dreams, and in all honesty, he didn’t want her to know. He couldn’t disillusion her.

  “Hey.” She popped her head up suddenly almost clocking him in the chin. “Guess what?”

  “What?” He tapped the tip of her nose making her giggle.

  “I have a new baby brother. That makes me a big sister.” She sat up tall. There was no mistaking the pride in her voice or body language.

  “I heard something about that. You’re gonna do an excellent job at that big sister stuff.”

  “That’s what Daddy and Da said, too.” She looked around before leaning in. Her face was a few inches from his. “My brother is kind of ugly right now though,” she said in a loud whisper. “He’s pink and his face looks a little squished and swollen.” She scrunched up her nose. “Mommy said that will change in a few days. I sure hope so. If it doesn’t. People might make fun of him.” She shook her head in pity and he fought the urge to laugh. “Do you know what his name is?”

  “No. Do you?” He dead panned.

  Emma Grace laughed and playfully pushed his shoulder. “Of course, silly Daddy. His name is Bastian. Bastian David Creed.”

  David’s breath hitched, and he blinked back tears. Fiona name her son―Declan and Cade’s son―after him? No. That wasn’t possible. It didn’t make any sense. What men in their right minds would allow such a thing? “David?”

  “Yes. Mommy asked Daddy and Da what they wanted to name Bastian after he came out of her. That’s the name they picked. I know, because I was there when they told her my brother’s name. Bastian after Daddy and Da’s daddy Sebastian. He was an alpha like Da. David, after you. Da said Bastian needed to be named after two strong men, not just one. Mommy cried. She said they were happy tears though, so I didn’t cry too.”

  “Wow. That was… really nice of them to do that.” David had no idea what else to say. He was in awe. He thanked the Fates once again for blessing his Fiona with such good men.

  Emma Grace continued her chatter oblivious that he wrestled with is emotions. “Do you know Daddy and Da’s mommy and daddy? Are they there with you in heaven?”

  He’d met Sebastian and Margot Creed and saw them a few times in passing. It wasn’t as if all dead people hung out together. Sebastian was a large barrel chested man with the same dark hair and grey eyes he passed on to his children. His wife, Margot was human and a few inches taller than Fiona with light brown hair and a mischievous twinkle in her chocolate eyes. “Yes. I’ve met them.”

  “They don’t come see me like you do.” Her expression turned sad.

  Because they weren’t needed here like he was, David thought. These visits were a gift to him from the Fates, but not the only reason why he was still able to cross over between realms. The other reason why he was needed here hadn’t presented itself yet. When it did, he would be ready. “Your grandparents would visit you if they could. They aren’t allowed to. However, they do watch over you from afar.”

  “They do?”

  “Yep. They told me so.” He smiled thinking back to the way Margot had gushed about Emma Grace. “They said you were the prettiest grandcub in the world. They are so happy Declan and Cade found you and your momma.”

  “Wow.” She whispered looking awestruck. “If you see them, will you tell them I said hello and I love them?”

  “Of course, bébé.”

  She played with the buttons on his shirt and peered up at him through her long dark lashes. “Daddy? Can you stay a while and read me a story?”

  “I think I can handle that.” She reached over and grabbed a little book with a princess and a horse on the cover off her nightstand.

  “I like this one.”

  The pages flopped open easily. “How many times has your momma read this to you?”

  Emma Grace blinked innocently and shrugged. He narrowed his eyes at her as she grinned and settled back against his chest. He turned to the first page and began reading to her about a pony-crazed princess named Ellie. He read until his time was up. When he closed the book Emma Grace tilted her head to look at him. Her little dark eyebrows bumped together as she frowned. “You’re not finished yet, Daddy.”

  “I know, chérie, but it’s time for me to go.” Her bottom lip quivered. If he weren’t dead already, he’d beg for someone to kill him. Nothing broke his heart more than his daughter’s tears. “I’m only allowed to stay for an hour.”

  She nodded. Her expression turned thoughtful. “It’s been an hour and heaven needs you back?”

  “That’s right.” He tucked a long curly lock of hair behind her ear.

  “Cuz you’re a hero, right? You need to protect the people up there―” She pointed at the ceiling. “―like you protected your team and the people of Ganistan who couldn’t protect themselves?”

  His throat tightened. David had never considered himself a hero. Before he graduated high school, he knew he wanted to become a SEAL, and he’d given up a football scholarship to LSU to make it happen. He knew he had abilities and skills few possessed, and it would have been wrong to waste them. So, he embraced the dream and accomplished what so many found impossible. He graduated BUD/s and went out into the world to make a difference. Although, when he was deployed, he often felt as if he’d embarked on a fool’s errand instead of a noble mission. The way his little girl looked at him now made him think perhaps he wasn’t such a fool after all. It took him a moment before he could speak. “Afghanistan and yes, that’s why they need me. Will you do something for me?”

  “Of course, Daddy.”

  “Will you tell your momma I said congratulations and give her this.” He placed a kiss on Emma Grace’s cheek. “Tell Declan and Cade I said the same thing and thank you.”

  She smiled and nodded enthusiastically. “I can do that. I’ll tell them when they wake up.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight. “I’ll miss you while you’re gone.”

  “Oh, I’ll miss you too, bébé fille. I’ll be back soon. I promise.” He hugged her to his chest. “If you need me before I have a chance to make it back all you have to do is yell and I’ll come running.”

  “I know.” She kissed his cheek. “What about Bastian?”

  “What about him?”

  “What if he needs you?” She worried her bottom lip between her teeth as if that might actually be a possibility one day.

  “Well… he is named after me. So―” He used his thumb to and freed her abused lip from her teeth. “I’m only a yell away for him too.”

  The smile she gave him was so bright it was like basking in the sunshine. She pressed herself against his chest once again.

  He held her for a few moments longer then tucked her back into bed. He brushed the hair from her forehead and placed a kiss there. “I love you, bébé fille.”

  “I love you, too Daddy. I’ll see you soon.” She closed her eyes and sighed fell back into a dreamless sleep.

  David watched her until he could no longer resist the pull of the Fates and returned to the heavens.

  Chapter 12

  Declan walked into the kitchen. “I checked. Emma Grace is sound asleep.” He smiled at her and Cade. “Let’s do this.” Then, he sent her a look that meant business. “I better find you on the sofa when we return. No heavy lifting for you.”

  She stomped her foot. “I can help.”

  Declan crossed to her and crowded in until her back was pressed to the counter. “I’m sure you can, but you won’t. You gave birth two days ago, Fiona. You must rest. Doctor’s orders and mine.”

  She glared at him. She’d like to tell him what all of them could do with their orders.

  “Do as you’re told, woman.” He tapped her butt. “Be a good girl and maybe Santa will bring you something special.”

  Fiona snorted a laugh. “Whatever.” She pushed Declan away knowing that if he hadn’t wanted to move she never could have made him.

  “You know, angel. There is little fuck you in every whatever.” Cade stated, his eyes dancing with mischief.

  She gasped playfully and pressed a palm to her chest. “You don’t say? Hmm. Interesting.” She batted her lashes at her mates.

  “Behave, love.” Declan made a “V” with his fingers and pointed at his eyes, then at her in the universal I’ll be watching you gesture. He and Cade bumped fists and went to retrieve their little girl’s gifts.

  “Dumbasses.” Fiona shook her head and turned back to the stove to finish the hot cocoa. They were lucky she loved them.

  Fiona sat on the sofa watching her mates as they brought in Emma Grace’s gifts from Santa and placed them by the tree. The purple glittery big girl bike with training wheels their daughter asked for sat front and center.

  Declan and Cade wanted to buy Emma Grace a hand-tooled saddle with her name embroidered in the leather. Fiona refused to allow it. She wasn’t even five yet for Fate’s sake. They had grumbled and growled then explained―as if she didn’t know―how Emma Grace was a natural when it came to riding and one day their little girl would be a true horsewoman. That was all well and good, but until their daughter actively worked the ranch which included mucking stalls, cleaning tack, and washing the horses she loved so much, Jay’s hand-me-down saddle was just fine.

 

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