Chapter 10
Peach
I’m sitting on his face, his mouth on my pussy, and his hands gripping the globes of my ass.
How the hell did I get here? I’m meant to be keeping him at a distance, but instead, I’m literally riding his face.
We’ve done this before, but I was facing the headboard and holding on for dear life.
This time, I’m facing the other way, my mouth tasting his cock for the first time.
I don’t know what I’m doing, but he seems to like it.
He’s so hard and so big that it’s challenging to take all of him, but I’m using my hands on him as well and sucking down as much as I can take.
This is definitely making up for my shitty day. Salem cooked dinner, poured me a wine, and even ran a bath. He takes care of me in a way that somehow comes naturally to him, in a way I never thought an assassin would know how to.
He sucks my clit, and I moan around him, and I am so fucking close that my thighs are starting to tremble.
I take him to the back of my throat, wanting him to come at the same time.
He hums against my pussy, like he loves where he is right now, and it only turns me on even more.
Golden magic explodes throughout the room, its essence so powerful.
I come first, but he’s not far behind, and I swallow every drop. He tastes different to what I expected—surprising, but not unpleasant. I’d do it again without hesitation. When I climb off him, he doesn’t give me long before pulling me right back on top.
“Fuck, that mouth of yours.” His voice is gravelly, and when his fingers start to stroke me again, I lift my hips toward them.
* * *
The bed is cold when I wake, and for the first time, he isn’t holding me, waiting for me. I know he watches me sleep, and yeah, it’s creepy, but he seems to find everything adorable about me. And he never complains about me snoring, even though I know I do.
“Salem?” I call out, yawning and stretching.
He steps into the room with a plate of food, and his mouth curves into a grin. “Good morning, little one.”
“You made me breakfast in bed?” I beam.
Fuck, I could get used to this. Why am I not bonding with him?
I honestly don’t think he’d bat an eyelid at my magic.
He hasn’t even asked me what magic I have, and that’s something most mates want to know because we will be sharing our magic.
We can make each other more powerful, but he doesn’t seem to care. He just wants me.
“I did,” he replies as I sit up against the headboard. “I forgot to tell you, my sister, Saylor, had her daughter yesterday. Otherwise, you bet she’d be visiting you at the bakery.”
“You’re an uncle?” My eyes widen.
“Yes, which makes you an aunty.” He smirks, handing me the plate. “She’s perfect. Looks just like my sister.”
It’s nice seeing his softer side when he talks about them. “What did she name her?”
“Summer. Her mate has weather magic, so I’m guessing it’s a play on that, and all our names start with an S,” he explains. “I’ll take you to meet her.”
“I’d love that.” I take a bite of the eggs and moan around my fork. “This is delicious, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
This is such a normal exchange between us, and could be my morning every day before work. I could be cared for like this for the rest of my life by the scariest ex-assassin in all eight kingdoms.
“Did you spill sauce on your T-shirt?” I ask him, seeing a spot of something on the dark gray material.
He glances down at it and clears his throat. “Yeah, must have. I’m going to go get cleaned up.”
After I finish eating, I have a shower and get ready for another day at work. Once Anita is trained more, maybe I can take a few days off. Wouldn’t that be nice?
By the time I make it to the bakery, Anita has already arrived. I notice her glancing at Salem from the corner of her eye with a weird expression on her face before she ducks her head. What was that about?
Salem helps me around the kitchen, and when he leaves, I ask Anita about it. “Is everything okay? Salem doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable, does he? I know that he’s a little scary.”
“He’s terrifying,” she mutters, clearing her throat. “It’s just that… well, he told me not to tell you.”
“To tell me what?” I ask, my brow furrowing.
She licks her lower lip. “He came to my house last night and asked who made you cry. I told him, then he told me that his visit never happened, and he left.”
My jaw drops open.
Salem put me in a coma from multiple orgasms, snuck out, and went on a fucking side quest to hurt whoever made me cry?
“I’m so sorry, Anita,” I say, resting my hand on her shoulder. “That won’t happen again, I promise you.”
She lowers her voice. “What do you think he did to him?”
I remember the stain I saw on his shirt. It must have been blood. “I’m sure he just threatened him to stay away if he’s going to be so rude to the staff.”
Her eyes narrow slightly, but she nods. I don’t think she believed my words, and I sure as hell don’t.
What am I meant to do about this? He can’t just go around hurting anyone who upsets me. Soon, no one will come to my bakery. They’ll be too scared of Salem and his rare brand of crazy.
I decide to leave it for now and figure out the best way to deal with him later. After the lunch rush, I glance up when the doors open.
As soon as the two shifters step inside, I know who they are. Salem’s brothers. He told me all about them and how close they are. Between the two of them, the power in the room is almost suffocating. The three of them together must be a sight to witness.
They both have long hair, unlike Salem, but their facial features are similar. They don’t have any scars that I can see.
“Peach,” the one with the black hair in a thick, long braid says, a smirk curving his lips.
I point to him and guess. “Sage?”
He nods, and then I look to the silver-haired brother. “And Silver.”
“He’s told you about us, then. That’s good to know,” Silver murmurs, giving me a slow once-over. “How did that bastard end up with you as a mate?”
Sage mutters something about Salem being a lucky bastard. “We just wanted to welcome you to the family. You’ll be seeing a lot of us.”
“Unlucky for you.” Silver grins, glancing around the shop. “Now Salem’s thoughts have been either about you or food. He made us fucking hungry. What do you suggest?”
I give them two mixed trays so they can try one of everything. “You can’t hear all his personal thoughts, right?”
Sage shakes his head. “No, and we’re all good and block each other out, but now and again something will go down the mind link. We’re used to it. We don’t hide much from each other.”
Do they know when Salem and I are in bed together?
Oh fates, what if they get live snapshots of it in their minds?
Silver laughs under his breath, as if he knows exactly where my mind went. “We’d better get going, but we will see you soon.” He pauses and adds, “If Salem gets too much or you can’t… calm him down, you come to us. We’ll help you.”
I nod and watch them leave, my brow furrowing.
Salem has been acting a little unhinged, but it’s all been done sneakily. I’ve never felt unsafe with him or feel like I have to calm down his aggressiveness, but it’s early days.
Maybe he’s hiding that side from me?
They know him better than anyone.
However, my gut tells me I’ve never been safer than I am right now.