“I love you, too,” Cloe blurted out against his lips, making his h*ps still in mid-thrust.
“What?” he asked, sounding like an idiot, but he didn’t care.
“If you stop I’m going to have to kill you,” she groaned, rolling her h*ps to force him back inside her.
“That’s not what you said,” he said, struggling to focus as she found a way to ride him by simply rolling her hips, back and forth.
“Well, I’m not going to say it again so you might as well get back to doing that thing you were doing with your hips,” she explained, riding his c**k no doubt to distract him.
“I see,” he said softly as he took over again, trying his best not to grin, but after a few seconds he gave up trying to hide it and grinned hugely, earning a murderous glare from the woman that he loved.
“It was a slip of the tongue!” she snapped, sounding adorably irritated.
“I see,” he said, grinning hugely simply because he just couldn’t stop.
“I hate you,” she muttered, looking disgruntled.
“Would it make you feel better if I told you that I loved you more?”
“No.”
“Would it make you feel better if we both pretended that it never happened?” he suggested, doing his best to stop smiling.
“Yes!” she hissed, wrapping her legs around his waist, no doubt thinking that he was going to forget the sweetest words that were ever spoken to him.
“Sorry,” he said, shaking his head as he leaned down and kissed her, “I can’t do that.”
“Bastard,” she mumbled against his lips.
“Would it make you feel better if I pulled out and used my tongue to help you forgot that little slip of yours?” he suggested innocently as he stilled inside her.
She licked her lips hungrily as his words sank in and then, once they did, she was shoving him off and sighing heavily, sounding put out as she said, “Fine, I guess we could give it a try.”
Smiling once again, he kissed his way down, pausing at her br**sts to lick and suckle her ni**les in his mouth while he enjoyed the sweet scent she was giving off before moving south. She smelled so damn good, he thought as he licked and kissed her skin, wondering how he was going to stop from coming at the first swipe of his tongue through her delicate folds. Once he came to her navel an unexpected scent hit him. It was weak, barely noticeable, but while he inhaled, his smile disappeared as he caught the scent of something he’d never expected.
She was pregnant.
Chapter 53
“If you stop,” Danni said, panting heavily as she pulled her mouth away from his cock, “I will kill you!”
“Ditto,” Caine growled against her slit as he reached between them, wrapped his hand around his aching c**k and brought the tip back to her mouth. The little tease flicked the ring with her tongue, making him growl against her pu**y as he stroked his cock.
He speared her with his tongue as he continued to stroke himself, moaning with pleasure as Danni licked and teased the tip of his cock. She loved to tease him, driving him out of his goddamn mind. Her favorite thing was to reduce him to a snarling animal that only cared about mounting her and f**king her until neither of them could barely move, which he was about five seconds from doing.
“More,” she moaned, rocking her h*ps so that she was riding his tongue, sliding her core up and down his tongue while she took the tip of his c**k in his mouth and-
“Fuck!” he growled as she scraped her teeth over the sensitive tip.
“What did I tell you about stopping?” she asked with a long, drawn out sigh that she’d learned from that bastard Chris, as she released her hold on his needy c**k and moved to climb off him.
“The same thing I told you, little tease,” he growled, grabbing her as she moved to climb off him, his control snapping as he shoved her face first on the bed.
The little tease laughed as she folded her arms beneath her head, spread her legs just enough and sighed as he covered her with his body. He kissed the back of her neck as he positioned himself between her legs and pushed in, his c**k slid inside her tight wet hold, loving the resistance this position created. They moaned in unison once he was in as far as he could go, her beautiful bottom pressed against his stomach.
“That feels so good,” Danni moaned as he gently rocked inside her, making sure that his piercing hit her in just the right spot as he reached over her, entwined their fingers and held her hands above her head as he slowly rode her.
As he pushed inside her, his balls rubbed against the comforter, adding immense pleasure to what he was doing to her. She was so wet, so tight, and still hiding something from him, he thought as he spotted that white gauze bandage that she’d been wearing for over a month now. He’d asked her a few times about it, but each time she managed to change the subject, mostly by dropping to her knees and making it impossible for him to focus on anything other than just how good her mouth felt wrapped around his cock.
But now……
He released her left arm, continuing to thrust, but mostly now just to distract her. Keeping a firm grip on her right hand, he reached over and-
Danni squealed as she tried to pull her hand away, but he held tight, keeping a firm hold on that hand as he reached over and tore the bandage off. “No! Stop!” Danni cried, desperately trying to wiggle free, but there was nowhere to go, not with him on top of her and buried inside her. The only thing that she managed to do was to ride his c**k harder, which he was more than fine with.
As soon as he had the gauze off, he turned her hand and-
“A tattoo?” he asked with a frown, because he hadn’t smelled the ink when she’d first started wearing the bandage, but he had a feeling that he knew the reason why.
The cancer had hidden it from him.
It was getting stronger and becoming more aggressive, something that terrified and frustrated him, but right now his focus was on the tattoo that his mate had kept hidden from him.
“I hate you,” Danni groaned pathetically as she buried her face in the comforter.
He frowned down at the large Celtic cross with the small crescent moon. It took him a minute to realize that he was looking at the Sentinel mark, only in reverse. Each Sentinel was born with a crescent moon with a small cross marked right below their navel. This was……
“Why do you have the Sentinel mark tattooed on your arm?” he asked, wondering how to tell her that the tattoo artist had seriously f**ked up and switched the positions of the cross and moon.