Page 87 of His Retribution

"You want to go out?"

I shrug and pretend like I'm not violently aroused seconds after two orgasms. "I mean, I don'tnotwant to go out."

His brow lifts, his gorgeous lips struggling with whether to smirk or scowl. "You want to go out... gonow?"

"Not now, but in a little bit.” I shift my eyes to Milos who is still staring at the rafters with serious intrigue. "Do we have time for me to make us something to eat, shower, and change?"

He nods to the ceiling. "Absolutely. Allie wants to wait until Daisy goes down so it'll be easier for Hank and Janet while we're gone.” Milos clears his throat. "And since you've agreed to join us we will need to wait until the sun sets completely before leaving."

I turn my attention back to Havok who is glaring at me so hard I can't help but laugh. "Oh stop it. You know you love getting drunk with your brothers just as much as I do. Who knows, maybe you'll even have fun."

"I was havingfun.” He scowls, his finger traces my pussy again. "I was having tons offunand was hoping to continue havingfununtil you begged me to stop."

Ignoring the way my traitorous vag grows even wetter, I give my love my best puppy dog eyes and stick my bottom lip out. "But I want to go out. I want to spend time with you and our family, get to know the girls better, and maybe kill Joyce while we're there. Can you seriously even consider denying me that kind of joy?"

With an adorably frustrated sigh, my beautiful mate relents. "Fine, but no murder. Kai was able to glamour the entire bar after you flipped your shit on Joyce last time but I fear that if you slaughter her in front of them even he won't be able to work enough magic to rectify that."

"Party pooper,” I pout as I cross my arms against my chest. "But if she even looks at you the wrong way..."

Havok nods. "Then you can put her in her place without any bloodshed." He grins like the evil little shit he is as his index finger slips between my folds, and circles my clit. "I'd hate to have to use my gifts and wipe everyone's memories because you dismembered the plastic one with nothing but a paring knife and bottle opener."

His finger finds its way to my entrance, dips inside, and just before my eyes roll back into my head they snap toward Milos. "Ok, Lolo, time to go. We are well, we will eat and we will join everyone for a night out. You've done your duty, time to split."

Milos grins up at the ceiling. "The females will be thrilled and my mate will finally forgive me for being such an ass to Havok as of late. You, my little one, are a fucking peach."

Then he turns on his heel and goes back the way he came.

And my love turns a wicked smile my way. "You have foiled my plans for the evening, my love. How should I punish you?"

I bite my lip, hide my grin, and the way my belly flutters at his words. "Orgasms. Lots of them."

Havok laughs and continues working my pussy toward said orgasms. "Is that really punishment? Perhaps it is for me since the time limit you just restrained us to won't allow me to ravish your body the way I planned and will most likely result in a terrible case of blue balls."

"Ultimately this was Milos' fault,” I practically groan. "Why does everyone just waltz through that passageway like they own the place?"

"Because I was a miserable, distraught loose cannon focused on nothing but revenge. There was great concern over my sanity since moving here and because I rarely allowed anyone in, they simply took it upon themselves to enter."

My legs fall open while he slowly fucks me with his finger. "We need to buy a lock."

"Perhaps we do.” Havok grins. "But for now, I need another taste of this delectable little cunt before anything else."

I giggle as Havok makes a show of diving back under the sheet then moaning as he makes a meal out of me.

Oh how I love this man.

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A few hours, several orgasms, a shower that included a well-received blow job, and dinner—pork chops, baked potatoes, and glazed carrots—later, we leave the Dragovihk compound with our clan to enjoy a night out in an attempt to forget about my quickly approaching expiration date.

I am currently looking through Bill's jukebox with Grace, trying to find something to dance to while Posey and Casey teach Travis how to make Sex on the Beach cocktailscorrectlyand Allie checks in on Daisy for the hundredth time.

She is a wonderful mother and Daisy is absolutely adorable.

They are all pretty great actually and I love that my dragons have such fantastic mates.

I've actually found that I share quite a bit in common with the other females and I love how they're just as fiery as I am. We enjoy the same music, though my taste spans many more genres since my soul is older and has experienced more. We all have strong wills, intelligence and passion about our interests, the need for independence while we still enjoy caring for our mates, and nurturing our bonds with dreams of having lots of “big, beautiful Slovakian babies,” as Posey puts it.

I laughed at that and decided not to burst her bubble by telling her Havok is actually French, that he was born in Paris and even assisted in the construction of Versailles in the 1600's for about twenty years before he fell out with his parents and moved to Slovakia. That's why his accent is slightly different from his brothers, though his time spent with them in what he considers his homeland definitely gave it heavy influence.