Page 156 of His Retribution

My mate comes harder than I have yet to feel, glows brighter than I have yet to see and in turn she draws out one of the biggest orgasms I have ever experienced, my balls firing an endless stream of my seed so deep inside of her until they are completely empty.

Her pussy flutters around me, the aftershocks surging through both of our bodies and as soon as we cease to feed, my love finds my mouth and kisses me languidly for what feels like an eternity.

"I love you," Cora says against my lips, licking the mixture of our blood from them. "I love you so much, Havok."

I wrap her in my arms, and hold on tight. "And I, you, my angel. I love you, Cora, so much more than I ever thought possible."

Then she smiles at me and I want to remember her just like this. The fading blue glow, the flush to her cheeks, the sheen of sweat on her skin, the way those raven blue waves fall in wisps around her stunning face. This is the image of my light that I will take with me to The End, if it is my time to go.

"I have no idea how the hell I'm supposed to go shopping after that." She giggles and I grin. "I'm pretty sure I won't be able to walk for at least a few hours."

I chuckle. "Nonsense. You'll be right as rain once we shower, and clean up the mess I've made of you."

Cora shakes her head with a wicked grin. "I don't want to clean up the mess."

"No?"

"Nope. I'll wash my face, make sure I don't have any fluids in obvious places but I'm not showering one single bit of you off of me." She kisses me again. "I like the way you make a mess of me."

"Evil pixie. Making such statements when you know there is no time to act on such things again. If I delay you further then surely those females will hunt you down and drag you out of here naked just to get the shopping underway."

Cora nods. "You are right. Allie is scary pregnant. And if we make Casey wait too long she'll just turn into The Exorcist again."

"Then you best make yourself presentable, my love. Don't want to keep the pregnant females waiting on a trip to shop for baby things."

With one more kiss, Cora unwraps from my body, gingerly hops out of bed, and looks for clean clothes. "What are you going to do while I'm gone, lovey?"

I shrug and avoid looking at her because I'm about to lie. "I thought perhaps I'd take a stroll down to the valley again, get an idea on dimensions and such so we can start planning."

A thin dark brow arches as she pulls on a sweater, but she doesn't speak, just holds me with her stare.

"And perhaps head down to the war room, take a look at any leads my brothers have, any new information presented." I quickly add a little truth. "I've been out of the strategy planning far too long, should get back in while I'm feeling good."

At this she smiles and finishes dressing, no more questions or skeptical looks.

* * *

An hour later, because Cora actually did have trouble walking and I wanted to make sure she was on her way to town before I slipped downstairs, I'm unlocking the prison room door.

"Demon." I try not to growl but end up sounding like I have a bridle bit in my mouth.

Zan arches a light blonde brow. "Vampyr." He straightens from his place on a cot. Clearly my mate has put effort into making him comfortable. "I was wondering when you would show up to verbally assault me."

Cora.

You will remain calm for Cora.

You will remember all that she told you, all that she showed you that solidified the demon’s place in your life.

He may suck at showing it, but Zan loves her like an overprotective big brother. He loves your mate so you cannot kill him.

Do it for Cora.

Zan sets the book he was reading on the cot next to him, which is when I notice the cot, though twin size, is almost as comfortable as our bed.

There are a couple very fluffy pillows, a few plush blankets, the sheets may even be five hundred count or higher. There is a small bookshelf doubling as a nightstand, and a tiny lamp with a few dozen books. A rug sits in front of the bed, at the end is a stackable storage container that appears to have clothes in it.

I arch a brow, crossing my arms against my chest. "Some prison cell."