Page 3 of Loving Amari
My thumb finds her clit as I continue working her with my fingers, and she starts to shake. I know she’s close—I’ve memorized every tell, every sign of her impending orgasm. The way her breath hitches, how her thighs tremble, the little whimpers that escape before she falls apart.
“Amari, I’m going to?—”
“Come for me,” I command, curling my fingers to hit that spot that drives her wild.
She shatters with a cry, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over her. I hold her through it, whispering praise and promises against her skin. When she finally stills, I turn her around and kiss her deeply, swallowing her satisfied sighs.
She reaches for me, but I catch her wrist. “Not yet. Let me wash you properly first.”
I take my time with her body, my hands unhurried. By the time I’m kneeling at her feet, she’s trembling again, arousal coiling through her. I wash each foot carefully, massaging the arch, kissing her ankle. She watches me with heavy-lidded eyes,and I know what she sees: a vampire king on his knees for his queen.
Standing, I press her against the wall again. This time, I grip her hips and lift her. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively, and I’m positioning myself to slide inside when?—
The bathroom door flies open. Images assault our minds—Tofi demanding attention, wanting her daddy now, now, now. The mental pictures are insistent: me in my suit, petting her, taking her on an adventure, teaching her something new.
Carla giggles. Actually giggles while I’m hard as stone and desperate for her. The sound is light and musical, so at odds with the moment that I can’t help but stare at her in disbelief.
I glare at her. “What?”
“You know you like it,” she teases, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
I roll my eyes and set her down with a groan. My dick throbs painfully, demanding attention I can’t give it. The loss of her warmth against me aches.
“Don’t worry, Amari.” Carla’s hands smooth over my chest, trying to soothe my frustration. “You’re getting more of me later. Maybe we can have a night alone, just the two of us, to celebrate the technology center.”
More images flash—Tofi bouncing, spinning, demanding. I can feel her impatience through our bond, and guilt starts to creep in. I close my eyes and count to ten, trying to will my erection away.
“Give me a minute, Tofi,” I call out, trying not to sound as frustrated as I feel.
Carla giggles again. I narrow my eyes at her, and she tries to stifle it, but her shoulders shake with suppressed laughter.
“It’s not funny.” The words come out harsh. “You were gone for days this time. It was hard for me.”
Her expression softens immediately. She cups my face in her hands, water still running over us. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry, baby.”
Her fingers find the short curls at the back of my head, playing with them the way she knows I love. The gentle tugging makes my breath catch. “She’s a daddy’s girl.” She shrugs. “So it’s best to get used to it. Tofi will always require your time because she loves you. And you’re supposed to be helping her rebuild her bond with Noki.”
“I know.” Between the technology center and missing Carla, I’ve barely spent quality time with Tofi. No wonder she’s frustrated. “I’ve been neglecting her.”
“You’ve been busy,” Carla says gently. “But she needs you. They all do.”
I look down at Carla’s feet and grab the washcloth again. Kneeling before my queen, I start washing her feet with careful attention. She plants soft kisses on my arm as I work, and the tender gesture eases the irritation burning through me.
My frustration isn’t really about the interruption. It’s about these responsibilities that keep pulling her away from me. I knew she had duties when we mated, but I hadn’t realized how much those duties would steal her from my side. The Queen of Limbo can’t abandon her realm, even for love.
“How are things going with Brookstone and Blackburn?” Her tone drips with disdain, and I know she hasn’t forgiven them for what they did to Verde and Petra.
I rinse her feet and stand, turning off the shower. “Same as usual. Endless, irritating corporate warfare.”
“Do you need to go to Detroit?”
I step out of the shower and grab a towel, wrapping it around her first before taking one for myself. My frown must be fierce because she takes a step back. The thought of leaving Wintermoon, leaving her, makes something primal rise in me.
“No, Carla. Absolutely not.” The words come out as a growl. “I’m not leaving Wintermoon. I’m not leaving you, nor am I leaving our children. My home is here now.”
I run the towel through my hair with more force than necessary, trying to calm the possessive anger her question sparked. “I’ll get in touch with Bobby. He’s coming back for the weekend anyway.” A thought occurs to me, and my mood lightens slightly. “He seems to be getting attached to Wintermoon lately.”
Carla walks out of the bathroom, and I follow, unable to resist popping her on the ass as she starts looking for clothes. The sound is satisfying, and she shoots me a look that promises retribution later. I grin, unrepentant.