Chapter 44

Pleasure coursed through her body, making her throb between her legs.

He ran his tongue down her neck as her fingers dug into his back. She moaned out his name when he rubbed his fingers against her core. She was soaking through her panties.

"Damon!" She cried out in pleasure, her fingers running through his hair and gripping it. He held her leg up and placed it on his waist, gaining better access to her core. Then he tugged the fabric of her panties aside and slid his finger into her. She threw her head back, her eyes shut and her lips parted. She was so beautiful that he wanted to stop and gaze at her, but when she ground her core against his hand, he rubbed her clit with his thumb and watched as pleasure took over her entire being. He knew that she was close, with her core throbbing against his hand, but then he stopped.

She opened her eyes in confusion, then her blood ran cold when she realized what she was doing. It wasn't that she didn't know who she was making out with, but her rationality had been clouded in the heat of the moment.

He saw the change of expression in her eyes and held her hand. "Don't. I know we are not in the best terms right now but don't blame your body for wanting someone."

"Don't flatter yourself." She rolled her eyes and pulled his hand out of his.

He chuckled. She would never admit it, would she?

"Cut yourself some slack, Vee." He blocked her path. "You don't always have to be perfect. Not that you aren't, but you should allow yourself to be human."

"Did you come here to lecture me about how I see myself?" She crossed her arms in disdain.

He knew when to stop. "Pf course not. I came to spend time with my son, which I should probably get back to doing. Lead the way."

She stared hard at him. She wanted to convince herself that he didn't mean to sound leud but the look in his eyes gave him away. How come she didn't ever see the wolf behind his innocent gaze.

Since he wanted to watch her backside as she walked out, she turned around and gave him the show he wanted, even wiggling it slightly. When she turned around and saw the obvious bulge in his pants, she chuckled and quickened her steps.

He was much faster and grabbed her before she could get away, and pinned her agaisnt the wall. She gasped at the sudden coolness against her chest but his hot hands traced her back soon after.

Her eyes widened when he pressed his body agaisnt her, his hardness right on her butt.

"You did this to me, and now you find it funny?" He nibbled on her ear.

The sound of rushed footsteps made them pull away from each other just in time for Angel to come running to them.

"Mommy, papa!" He waved a sheet of paper at them.

"Baby, what did you draw?" She crouched to inspect his drawing, this time being careful not to flash the man behind her. She felt him looming over her to check the drawing, and he chuckled when he saw it.

"Did you draw us, Angel?" He recognized the man in the drawing as himself, and the woman as Avery, and he was standing between them. He had even clumsily colored their clothes using his crayons.

"It's so beautiful." She praised him and patted his head.

He then looked up for his father's approval.

Damon's heart melted. "That's my boy."

He cheered happily and held the drawing up to his father, who accepted it, intending to have it put in a frame.

"Don't worry. I will give you one." He teased Avery, who he knew was jealous of him for getting Angel's drawing.

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The trio had played for the rest of the morning, and Avery had ended up staining her dress so she had to change—which was a relief to him. Not that he didn't think she was beautiful in the dress, but she was so sexy that he nearly couldn't stop himself from grabbing and kissing her. While he didn't think she was too much against him doing that, Avery was less predictable than the weather in Olphire. She might be alright with it one moment and breathe fire down his neck the next.

Alas, his relief was short-lived as she came back wearing a pair of shorts and a black T-shirt with her hair in a high ponytail. It reminded him of the 23-year-old Avery, fragile and innocent in every way that counted, who couldn't wait for him to "tarnish" her as she liked to put it.

She didn't spare him a glance as she walked past him to Angel and picked him up.

"Baby, would you like to cook with mommy? We can play a game." She coaxed.

He nodded excitedly and looked over at Damon, who smiled.

Would she die if she asked him to go to the kitchen with her? It might not have sounded like it but she had only asked Angel first so he would ask him.

"Since you want me in the kitchen so badly, I will reluctantly make time for you." He breathed exaggeratively and led the way. "Being this famous is difficult."

She shook her head and looked down at her son. "Don't emulate your father, Angel. He has a mango seed for a brain."

"Yet, you let the mango-seed-brain-man's fingers inside you." He looked at her over his shoulder. "What does that say about you?"

She reflexively covered Angel's ears. What a shameless man. However, that couldn't change the fact that her insides twitched at the thought of how he touched her earlier.

They draped on aprons of the same design, which she had gotten custom made for them. Hers and Angel's had angel wings drawn on them while Damon's had a demon tail. She couldn't help chuckling at how adorable they looked so she pulled out a demon tiara.

"No." Damon immediately protested.

"You don't have a choice." She placed it on his head and a similar one on Angel.

"Why do I have to wear this?" He complained.

"Because I said you have to." She ignored his protest, glared at him when he looked like he wanted to take it off and secretly took a picture of him. His expression was priceless.

When they finally started cooking, Angel was more jovial as he washed the vegetables to be the first to finish. Damon chopped them much faster than the last time but ultimately, Avery would be the last to finish since cooking took much longer.

"I'll help you." He offered.

"No thanks. I love my kitchen." She pushed him away. The last thing she wanted was for him to make the appliances explode in the name of cooking. How was he even still alive?

She kicked them out of the kitchen and finished up on her own, then only let them help her set the table.

He smiled in amusement. "You still remember what I love, don't you?" He looked at the mouth-watering coq-au-vin in anticipation. "Do you still love me?"