Page 26 of Death C*mes Inside Her

A thin wail rises from the nursery. Eve smiles, wiggling as I withdraw from her warmth, my cock cursing me inside my head as he does every fucking time I pull out of her. “Your turn.”

“Definitely,” I agree, grabbing a lush velvet blanket from the back of a chair and covering her with it. “You just stay here and look beautiful. I’ll tend to the diaper.”

Down the hall, inside the nursery painted red and gold, our son’s hands stretch high, beckoning for me to pick him up, and my heart stirs. The perpetual kitten in jet black I created as a pet for Eve, which she named Sunlight, sits on the nightstand, watching over him, her green eyes curious as she listens to Riven cry. She has been as much a protector to him as she has to us, and is a good mouser too. No rats yet, but perhaps when we return to Wintermere, she’ll catch a very particular one.

My son quiets as soon as I lift him, and I settle him gently on my shoulder.

When I bring him back to our room, Eve is propped against the pillows in our bed, hair loose, mouth soft.

I ease him into her arms, and he latches on with a grateful grumble, and I know exactly how he feels. I climb in behindthem and bracket them with arms and legs, my chest a wall at her back. My palm settles on her belly again.

“My beautiful, perfect little witch,” I hum, and kiss the top of her head. “I never thought I would know what heaven feels like, but I do, every day.”

“You’re such a softie, Daddy.”

“Only for you, my queen. My wife. My love. Only for you.”