Her children had Steele’s eyes and her dark red hair. They were, in a word, beautiful.
Steele came to sit next to her, kissing her softly and taking her into his arms. “I’ve got to work tonight.”
Marla had learned not to be completely terrified when Steele had to work. He was impervious to bullets—surely that was consolation enough to keep her from worrying. But it wasn’t. She always worried about him. He was her husband, after all. Who else was entitled to worry over him?
“Come into the bedroom with me,” he cajoled.
Marla shuddered with remembered ecstasy. Over the years their sex had become more explosive, never waning, always savagely hot and amazing. “I can’t. The babies can’t be left alone.”
“That’s why Deirdre is coming to pick them up any minute.”
Right on cue there came a knock at the door. Deirdre came in, all smiles and sunshine, for everyone doted on the triplets. She gathered the children and the puppy to take them back to her own apartment within the Sterling compound.
The minute the door closed behind Deirdre, Steele was upon her like a ravenous beast. He kissed her long and deep, his tongue dueling with hers, filling her with his unique flavor. He tore her clothes from her with impatient hands and had them both nude within seconds.
He thrust two fingers into her wet heat and suckled a breast fully into his mouth, tonguing the nipple to stabbing hardness in his hot, moist mouth. Marla wrapped her legs around his waist and held on for dear life. His head moved up her breasts to her chest and throat and at long last her mouth. He kissed her as if he’d never stop kissing her again. As if it was the first or last time for both of them.
He spread her legs wide for him and came down between them, thrusting his turgid length deep into the wet heat of her pleasure hole. Marla gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him even deeper into her body. Steele’s hands came up to play with her nipples, pinching and stroking them to diamond hardness.
He held her breasts still as he rocked upon her, filling her up over and over again with the thick, heavy weight of his penis. Marla let her fingers roam down over her pussy, zeroing in on her clit. She rubbed there, mindless in her passion, breathless with anticipation. Steele thrust hard, savagely into her. Marla cried out. Steele groaned. The lights flickered even though Marla wore her grounding bracelet.
They came together, moaning and gasping, holding each other tight.
Marla knew she was pregnant again. She could already instinctively, impossibly feel it.
“I love you, Steele,” she breathed.
“I love you too, Marla. I’ll love you forever.”
The lights flickered then went out, cocooning them in darkness.
About the Author
Sherri L. King lives in the American Deep South with her husband, artist and illustrator Darrell King. Critically acclaimed author of The Horde Wars and Moon Lust series, her primary interests lie in the world of action packed paranormals, though she’s been known to dabble in several other genres as time permits.
Sherri welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1056 Home Avenue, Akron, OH 44310-3502.
Also by Sherri L. King
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Ellora’s Cavemen: Tales From the Temple III anthology
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Midnight Desires anthology
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Moon Lust: Mating Season
Rayven’s Awakening
Sanctuary
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The Horde Wars: Ravenous
The Horde Wars: Wanton Fire
The Horde Wars: Razor’s Edge
The Horde Wars: Lord of the Deep
The Jewel
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