“Where is he anyway?”
I shrugged, finally having spotted Selene standing by the refreshment table chatting with Thana and a young woman I didn’t recognize. She was nine months pregnant, and while her belly usually made me smile, my lips curled down at the sight of her on her feet. They were constantly swollen, and I didn’t like seeing her in pain.
“Give him a call and find out where he’s at, would you?” I requested before stalking toward my woman without a backward glance.
Selene smiled brightly when she noticed my approach, then rolled her eyes at the sight of my frown. She always accused me of being too protective, but I would do anything to keep my family safe, even if it annoyed my sweet consort.
“You shouldn’t be on your feet,” I groused.
She ignored me and gestured to the pretty, black-haired young woman. “This is Bronwyn O’Brien. She just moved here, and Thana and I have decided to keep her. Bronwyn, this grumpy stud is my husband, Athan.”
“I’m not grumpy,” I muttered while Bronwyn giggled, and crimson spots bloomed on her cheeks.
“Your wife and sister-in-law are too sweet. Unfortunately, I need to leave a little early. I’m sorry I won’t be able to meet Stephan or Kieran.” Kieran was home with Ronan and Elspeth because they were both sick.
Our son, Cassius, was spending the night with his grandparents, who were visiting. It had taken the birth of our son for Selene’s parents to accept they’d been wrong and seek Selene’s forgiveness. Once the fences had been mended, they’d thrown themselves into being the best grandparents.
Thana waved away her concern. “We’ll have you over for dinner in a few days. You can meet our little ones, too.”
“I look forward to it,” Bronwyn replied with a smile while blushing again.
My eyes drifted to the windows looking out over our grounds. It was nearly midnight. Practically morning for us, but as I’d immediately sensed she was human, it wasn’t safe for her to be roaming about. “Why don’t you use our driver? He can take you wherever you need to go safely.”
Selene slipped her arm through mine and snuggled into my side. “That’s a great idea, husband!”
Bronwyn shook her head. “Thank you, but the house where I’m temporarily renting a room is not far from here, and I could use the fresh air.”
I wanted to argue, but it really wasn’t my place. Besides, Selene and Thana did their best to convince her as well. Bronwyn, it seemed, was extremely stubborn. Something she had in common with my consort and sister-in-law.
Selene shot me a glare, obviously having been listening to my thoughts. I grinned and shrugged, receiving another adorable eye roll.
Thana offered to show our guest out, and I thanked her before sweeping Selene into my arms.
“You promised to stay off your feet if I let you come to the party, love,” I admonished her lightly.
She rubbed her belly and smiled sheepishly. “The twins were hungry.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I would have brought you food.”
“I didn’t know what I wanted.”
“You’re being awfully naughty, love. Are you trying to earn a spanking?”
She giggled, and that’s when I realized she’d been trying to rile me up on purpose.
I shook my head and changed direction, walking away from the tables and chairs and heading toward the hallway instead.
Since Selene was nine months pregnant, we’d become very creative with our lovemaking. And for some reason, it was unbelievably erotic for me to fuck my consort while she was round and swollen with our baby, or babies in this case. I’d also missed sucking on her milky nipples as her tits bounced in my face while she rode the fuck out of me. Honestly, it didn’t matter the situation, though; my desire for Selene only grew every day.
“Athan,” Selene laughed. “We have guests.”
“We won’t be long, love,” I told her as we left the party.
I was lying, and we both knew it.
Stephan is up next in The Darkest Night!
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