Series: The Sacrifice Series by Natasha Knight
Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
He stares down at me, his eyes darkening with heated possession.
“Christ, Willow,” he growls. “You have no idea how much I like that.”
“I think I have an idea,” I muse, feeling his erection prodding against my belly. “But if you take me to bed again, I’ll never make it to the coven meeting.”
“Right,” he murmurs distractedly as he gropes my ass. “That’s supposed to happen.”
“It is happening,” I correct him. “You can hold me hostage all night, but my family will send out a search party if I don’t show up.”
“So let them come,” he says. “We can have it here.”
“You’ll say anything to get me back in bed.”
He blinks as I pull away to look up at him. “I fail to see the problem with that.”
“Of course you wouldn’t.” I laugh.
“Fine,” he grumbles. “Let’s get you to your witch convention.”
“Coven meeting,” I reiterate. “Which is really just an excuse for Nan to get high and spend time with us.”
Azrael follows me into the room, shaking his head. “Of course it is.”
“You love her. You just can’t admit it yet. You’re part of the family now.”
“Yes,” he agrees dryly. “Your father is rather fond of me. Shall I start calling him Dad?”
“Well, can you blame him?” I shrug. “You took his favorite daughter.”
I head into the closet and slip on a pair of Doc Martens with the burgundy dress that Azrael hasn’t been able to stop eyeing since I put it on this morning. It’s knee-length, with a low neckline and lace-up bodice, and it may as well be see-through the way he’s been staring at it.
I just told him we would be late if we didn’t leave, but as I return to the room to see his heated gaze coasting over me, I can’t help myself.
“There was just one more thing I wanted to address.” I walk over to join him.
“Hmm?”
His eyes are on the swells of my breasts, and I know he’s barely listening, but I have a feeling what I’m about to say will capture his attention.
“I have a belated wedding gift for you.” I smirk as I sink to my knees before him and reach for his hand, bringing it to my lips.
“I like you like this.” He strokes my face tenderly.
“I like it too.” I breathe the words against his skin. “Dominus et Deus.”
His eyes flash, fingers tangling in my hair as I lean forward and press a kiss to the erection beneath his trousers.
“Now, I give you my submission, my love.”
By the time Azrael finishes in my mouth and takes care of me, we’re an hour late. It doesn’t win him any favors with my father. As soon as we walk in the door, he properly chastises my husband with a single look. I swear, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think my father knew exactly what made us late. Heat blooms across my cheeks, which doesn’t help the situation.
“Are you sure you want to stay?” I lean up to whisper near Azrael’s ear. “You can still run.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good.” Nan comes to join us, ushering us both toward the living room. “Now, if you two can keep your hands off each other for five minutes, we have a meeting to get to.”
“I’ll see you when we’re done?” I squeeze Azrael’s hand, and his lip tips up at the corner.
“Actually, I think I’ll be joining you.”
“What?” I look at Nan, who also has a mischievous smile on her face.
“You’ll see.” Nan gestures us both along behind her. “I don’t have all day, Willow. Come on now.”
I have no idea what they're up to, but it all becomes clear the moment we walk into the living room, and my sisters scream out ‘surprise,’ nearly giving me a heart attack.
“Holy crap.” My eyes widen as I take in what must be a hundred pink and white balloons around the room, along with a stack of presents piled high on one table.
Adjacent to that, there are endless tiers of pastries and finger sandwiches, along with a tea bar.
“What is all this?” I blurt.
“A baby shower,” Mom answers. “We know it’s early, but—”
“We couldn’t wait!” Cordelia interjects.
I glance at my little sister, only just realizing Bec is there beside her—and when I look at Azrael, it’s evident he was in on all of this.
“How did you get Bec here without me knowing?” I ask.
“You’re easily distracted.” He smirks.
“Okay, gross.” Aurora makes a fake gagging sound. “Keep the PDA to a minimum, please.”
“Do you keep the PDA to a minimum when you’re shoving your tongue down your boyfriend’s throat?” I ask her.
She blanches, casting me a glare before offering Mom a sweet, innocent smile.
“What boyfriend?” Mom demands. “You’re not allowed to date yet.”
“Willow, I’m taking back my gift!” Aurora growls. “You just broke the code of sisterhood.”