Chapter 37
SABA
Saba stood at the vast window of their bedroom, gazing out at the unusual lakeside view, lost in thought.
She wondered how the day might end.
A sound roused her, and she turned, her eyes falling on Mak, still in bed, shifting in his sleep.
It was just after five a.m.
An hour ago, she’d risen early, disentangling herself from her husband’s limbs, slipping out of bed, and getting dressed because she and Shiloh had a mission to accomplish.
Eager to get going, she moved to Mak’s side, where he lay, breathing deeply in slumber.
She stood over him with a small smile, then bent and kissed his beautiful lips.
He woke at once, snaking a sinewy arm to pull her in for a long, languorous kiss.
‘I don’t do pecks, baby,’ he growled. ‘I bite.’
He proceeded to demonstrate, nipping her lobe and sending shards of ecstasy through her.
She wriggled from him, laughing, for if she lingered, he’d overwhelm her with his lycan-spectral rapture. ‘I have to leave,šarrum.’
‘Is it time already?’ he groused.
‘Naam. The car’s waiting for me downstairs.’
He shot her a pensive look. ‘I hope you find the answers you’re after. If not, I’ll try to fill in the details when you return.’
‘I love you,’ she told him.
‘Love you more,’ he murmured back before gliding his mouth over hers in another panty-melting kiss. ‘FokkSaba, I need this cast off so I can worship you how I want to.’
He was healing, but not fast enough as he’d like.
So far, she’d been driving him wild with her lips and hands, swinging her hips over him and making him come inside her without his embrace on her.
Despite the heated sex, the inability to move with freedom was driving him up the wall.
Ever impatient, he couldn’t wait to tear the sling off in a week.
‘Soon, my King,’ she whispered against his searching mouth.
He let her go with a throaty growl, settling back into the pillows with a frown.
She slipped downstairs with one final look and a tiny wave in his direction.
Her sister was waiting in the marble-floor foyer.
‘Slept well, hon?’ she asked.
Shiloh nodded. ‘Like a baby. Where the everlovin’ hell do you get your mattresses? Mine was like a cloud last night.’
‘I can have one sent to you.’
‘Please do. I’ll pay you back.’
