turn out like that: a mate and a baby. A tiny miracle. He closed his eyes and pressed his face against her side, breathing her in.
“Persephone,” he whispered. His large hand palmed her ass over her jeans. “I love all of you. Every inch.”
Her fingers worked into his hair and stroked the back of his neck until he wanted to stretch and arch like a cat. She leaned down and murmured, “But you’re still an ass man, obviously.”
Dodge chuckled and patted her butt, thinking of how much he wanted to give it a good smack. There was time for that. She wanted to stay with him forever, she wanted a pack, she wanted a family. All of that they could have together. He kissed her side and reveled in the way she squirmed. He’d spent the previous six weeks dreaming of her. Now it was time for that dream to become a reality.
Chapter 54
Percy
Some of my nerves settled when Dodge took me upstairs to the privacy of his room, and when he held me close and murmured that he loved me. I still didn’t feel all the way normal, but I tried to give myself some leniency. After all, I’d gone from alone in the morning to suddenly being pregnant and having someone who wanted to be with me forever by early afternoon.
And then we were tangled up in his bed. He held me close, breathing against my side as his hand roamed freely over my hip and what he could grab of my ass. My fingers found their way into his hair and I slid slowly down the pillows until we were lying face to face. Dodge’s eyes burned a brilliant gold, though they were nothing compared to the fire of his touch.
I closed my eyes as he nudged me to my back and leaned over me, his palm resting low on my stomach. His breath made my breasts tighten in anticipation, then his mouth closed over the soft flesh and I sighed, holding him close. Dodge leisurely worshiped my breasts, all while his hand stroked my stomach and then down to my inner thigh. His fingers wandered close to where I wanted to feel him, but not close enough.
My thighs parted slightly to encourage him to dip lower, and Dodge lifted his head to give me a knowing look. I flushed but tried to play it off, lacing my hands behind my head and trying to look completely unaffected by his ministrations. “Oh, go ahead. Take your time.”
He snorted and took my nipple in his teeth, the pinch just hard enough to justify a sharp inhale and the spike of pure need that raced from his mouth straight to my core. Dodge slid his hand up the inside of my thigh, his knuckles grazing the outer lips of my sex. He went back to the heated pressure on my breasts, alternating the wet heaven of his mouth with the sharper pressure of his teeth. It wasn’t long until I tossed my head and reached for him, aching to feel him closer. “Dodge. Please.”
His fingers finally dipped into me, pressing in shallowly and then retreating to draw lazy circles up to my clit. A fire raged within. I needed him. I wanted him so desperately my hips lifted into the anticipation of his touch. I wanted to feel him, to have his weight on me, to connect with him again so that everything felt right in the world.
He grumbled and kissed his way down my body until he lay between my now wide-open thighs. His giant hands slid under my ass and grabbed generous handfuls, kneading the flesh until I moaned in anticipation. My God, the strength in his grip... He held my hips in place as his tongue delved deeper. My head tilted back and I gasped for air as pleasure flared up everywhere he touched me. Desire roared to life and I lifted to meet him.
Dodge teased me mercilessly, dragging me to the edge of completion but then backing off before I could finally find my release, over and over and over until I was a sweaty, helpless mess. My thighs clamped around his head and I groaned. “Please. For the love of God...”
He laughed and maneuvered free from my legs, nibbling on the inside of my thigh. “Please what? We have a lot of time to make up for.”
“I want to feel you,” I murmured, and reached for his hand. I tugged on his wrist, knowing