Luckily their friends had found Jason’s behavior amusing, but it wasn’t polite all the same.
Jason said, “It’s my duty to make sure you’re well-fed and provided for.”
“You already do! You bring me fresh fruit, obtained from I don’t know where this time of year, and make sure I drink plenty of water. You don’t need to scold our friends into providing for me, too.” Vale couldn’t help but tease. “Do you want Xan giving me massages at night, too?”
Jason snarled lightly. “I think not.”
“Exactly. Let’s not impose on our friends more than we already have by staying for months in their house. If Xan wants the best cut of meat in his own home, then let him have it.”
“I’ll consider it,” Jason said a little sulkily, and Vale almost laughed again. His alpha was so determined, so anxious to please.
Jason tried to protect Vale from everything that might bother him, like sobering news from the city, phone calls from Miner and Yule, and even Zephyr, who’d been more of a problem than Vale had anticipated when he’d insisted on bringing him.
“Darling, about Zephyr,” Vale said with a hint of frustration.
Jason hastened to assure him. “I’m sure it won’t happen again.”
“It’s happened twice.”
“She’s just trying to be helpful.”
Vale smiled gently. Obviously, Jason could relate a little too well to Zephyr’s need to contribute. “Still, the mess both times was beyond gruesome.”
“I cleaned it up.”
Vale cocked a brow again.
“I helped the servants clean it up,” Jason said. “She’s bringing you gifts, helpful meals for her pregnant pater.”
“But it’s wholly unappreciated by him,” Vale said with a shudder, remembering the dead mouse on his pillow and the dead bird the following night. Both times, Jason had summoned servants to deal with it and assisted them with the gore with barely a grumble, all while Vale sat by in a chair and tried not to weep with horrified laughter.
“What do you think we ought to do about her?” Jason asked.
“I think we need to bar her from the bedrooms for the time being. Urho says the germs from the kills alone could be detrimental to my—”
That was as far as he got before Jason rose from the sofa again, calling for Ren, Xan’s butler, and requesting the door to their bedroom always be kept closed, rather than being left open after the servants had done their work within. Then he insisted that barriers be erected to keep Zephyr on the downstairs level, for the most part.
“Won’t she just jump the barriers, sir?”
“Likely. But we shouldn’t make it easy for her to drop dead animals on our beds.”
“Too true.”
It was delightful to hear Jason speak his orders so concisely and firmly with no margin for misunderstanding.
Shivering, Vale’s asshole released slick, and he chewed on his bottom lip, anxious now for Ren to go away, so he could convince Jason that the library might not be a good place for a medical examination, but here, on the sofa with the books, was the perfect place for a screw.
Ren left to do as he’d been told, and Jason turned to Vale with glowing, hot eyes. “I can smell you opening for me.”
“Always,” Vale said, his voice husky. “I need you, darling. Please.”
Jason didn’t need to be asked twice. As soon as the door shut on Ren’s retreating back, he put Vale on his knees, hands on the back of the sofa, and tugged his soft, drawstring pants down around his knees. There was no preparation. No need for it these days. Jason unbuckled his pants and pushed in deep, his cock rubbing against his swollen glands, and setting Vale off immediately.
The first orgasm took Vale’s breath away.
But the third was so stunning, Vale was sure his shouts startled the servants.
By the sixth, they were both in another world, lost in each other and the pleasure they built and released between them. TwoÉrosgápe,blissed out on their bond. Deeply in love and growing a baby.
