Backstage at the Freak Show (Harem of Freaks #7) - Crystal Ash Page 0,38

to touch those places she was insecure about.

Maybe it wouldn’t all go away tonight, but I was determined to do everything in my power to make my wife feel sexy and desired again. Another note for the guys—we needed to stop fucking her in the darkness of the bedroom. It would be difficult with so many kids in the house these days but for Mel, we’d make it work.

I paused for a breath, bringing a hand down to stroke in and out of her pussy while I spent more time telling her what I really thought of her body.

“I thought you were beautiful before having Mason,” I kissed her navel. “But I swear to all the gods you’re even more beautiful now.”

“Wha, what?” she panted, gorgeous breasts heaving. I leaned up to caress one while I fingered her, making sure to be gentle amid all the breastfeeding.

“You carried my son in here and that’s a beautiful thing.” I kissed her belly again. “But the main reason it is that I know you better now. I’m more in love with you every day. And the more I fall in love with you, the sexier you become.”

“Arjun…”

“Yes, say my name, dearest wife,” I commanded, dragging my fingers along her sensitive walls. I never minded sharing her, not one bit, but I enjoyed the selfish satisfaction of my name on her lips as she bucked and squirmed under my touch.

My mouth ghosted a trail down toward her center, trailing over every perfect piece of her until I found her clit. Just a few light sucks and rumbles of my purr had her spasming, climbing fast toward a peak until she crested it so beautifully.

Her fingers yanked on my hair as she came, seizing up with stiffness before relaxing into utter bliss. I wanted to hear her scream but she bit it back, only a strangled whimper leaving her mouth. We wanted the baby to stay asleep, so I didn’t mind.

I stroked and licked her until she couldn’t stand it anymore and shoved me away with aftershocks running through her body.

“When the guys get home,” I said with a kiss on her thigh. “I’m going to make them eat you out, one by one, as an apology for leaving you alone.”

“Arjun…” she protested weakly, eyes hooded with sated pleasure.

“No sucking cock and no touching unless it’s to please you.” I rose up from between her legs, wearing her scent and wetness on my face proudly. “They need to be reminded of how to appreciate you.”

Mel rocked forward, reaching for the back of my neck with a lazy grin. “But kissing is okay?”

“Yes,” I rested my forehead on hers. “Kissing will be permitted.”

She sighed dreamily, lips hovering over mine. “Thank you, my tiger.”

I hugged her close, pulling her sweet body against me. “Thank you, my beautiful wife.”

13

MELODY

I headed for the side exit the moment the stage went dark.

“Steluta?” Raz called after me, his breath coming in soft pants from the exertion of the performance.

The audience was going nuts and didn’t hear his pet name for me, but he was close enough that I heard him just before going down the narrow stairs. He’d figure out where I was going eventually.

My legs hit a solid wall of fur after only a few feet. Arjun’s massive feline head pressed against my hip, rubbing affectionately with that deep, rumbling purr.

What’s wrong, love? His mental voice was full of concern.

“Nothing.” My own lungs labored for breath, pulse still beating wildly.

Raz and I finished off the show with a sexy dance number, complete with his fire and knife tricks of course. We rehearsed it for months under a world-class choreographer. This was supposed to be our big comeback after taking time off from my pregnancy. But all I could think about while on stage was my son and two other mates back home.

It’s obviously not nothing, so try again. Arjun nipped my hand playfully. Anyone else would have been terrified to have their hand anywhere near a Bengal tiger’s mouth, but I trusted my mates implicitly. Which meant I had to come clean about this too.

“Mel?” Raz’s footsteps echoed softly down the side stairs behind me. The use of my real name and not my nickname showed he was also worried about me. “They’re expecting an encore. Are you okay?”

“Yes.” My dragon slid an arm around my waist, dark tattoos blending with the fleur de lis pattern on my corset. “I just need to talk to them real quick.” My