of sex-butterflies fluttered inside my body, making me feel like I was made of nothing but tiny wings.
I could only hope Diesel was keeping an ear out for intruders when he lifted me onto the counter because I would do nothing to stop him pulling my pants down and taking my throbbing length into his mouth. His head looked almost obscenely large against my narrow hips. I grabbed hold of his hair, gathering the locks like reins that I mostly used to try to push him harder.
Really, he moved his head as he liked. I could no sooner force a motion from Diesel than I could stop the orgasm that hurtled right over embarrassingly quick and leaped into premature.
Diesel laughed knowingly. With the way his tongue pressed against my still-spasming dick, I felt every chuckle.
Claus called late the night before to say he was getting close. He was pretty sure he'd found a copy of the grimoire—since they weren't the types of books people really advertised owning. He needed to do a little more digging to confirm and be sure there wasn't anything stowed with the grimoire that could possibly hurt him, like devil's powder. There weren't many items, and many of them were rumored to be destroyed, but apparently there were items on earth that could kill and hurt a demon king.
Immediately after Claus had first left, the pack seemed to have been able to push the blanket of doom lowering slowly over our heads out of mind. As the days passed, worries grew, and waiting became the hardest thing any of us were doing.
The mood in the hotel may have explained the reason why the pack woke up to an indoor putt-putt golf course that Knox and the other alphas had built. I walked beside a long ramp that sloped up and then down at the stairs. There was a cup built into a wooden holder at the bottom landing, where I assumed a safe golfer could roll the ball down the stairs, or a risky golfer could go for the hole-in-one from the second floor.
Breakfast became something everyone raced through, and thanks to the way Knox encouraged, and at times delivered, shit-talking, the pack was eager to show each other up.
They used to do the same things in our old pack: arranging outdoor movie nights or clear nights where they made a bunch of fires, laid out blankets, and invited everyone to stargaze. My favorite activities had been the ones that required Diesel to take off his shirt.
Unfortunately, putt-putt wasn't that strenuous of an activity, and even though we were on hole ten, Diesel didn't look at all close to flashing some abs. He did insist on carrying me the several feet from hole to hole, so at least I got to feel some of what he was packing.
"Am I just meat to you?" Diesel grumbled softly on our way to hole eleven. This shot had another ramp that extended out the sitting room window and then back inside the next window over.
I pressed into him. Would he still be able to hold me tightly when my stomach got rounder? It was already sticking out a little with a golden ring around my belly button that made it look like a target. "Yes, mouthwatering and juicy."
His lips turned down in the corners, and though I knew we were joking, I rushed to console him. Damn pregnancy hormones made me all soft and paternal. "I like your brain too! And your mouth."
"What brain?" Faust walked toward us with Storri and the girls. Too much longer, and they wouldn't be able to carry the bundles of energy everywhere anymore. Florence wiggled constantly to be set down already. Faust set her down to scoot along the carpet. The moment she was out of his arms and out of range of friendly fire, Diesel pegged Faust with a golf ball.
Faust didn't do anything but laugh, though Storri kissed the spot Diesel had hit repeatedly and glared at him like a mountain lion protecting her cubs.
I separated myself from Diesel, expecting this to turn into something more like a battle, but both alphas tensed at the same time and turned to look at the door. When both growled, I rushed to pick up Florence. If we needed to run to the panic room, I wanted to be ready.
Diesel hooked his arm around my waist and scented my neck, a gesture that calmed us both. "It's Alejandro," he explained. "He just pulled up