Page 81 of His Little Devil
I've never been one of those girls that enjoyed reading shifter books and knots kinda freaked me out, but once you experience it there's no going back.
A knockon the door rouses me. Luke is now behind me with his cock firmly placed inside of me while I slept.
He's drawing lines over my stomach with his finger and placing kisses onto my shoulder.
“Was I too rough?” he mumbles, shoving his face into my hair, breathing me in. Sighing, I stretch my arms out toward the edge of the bed and groan.
“No, but I think it's time to try out that bathtub. Join me?”
There's another knock and Luke grumbles, letting me go and pulling away from me. He doesn't bother dressing and that makes me mad.
Closing my eyes, I picture him wearing some pants, and his laughter makes me look at him.
“Okay I get the memo, Little Devil, but what's with the clown bottoms?”
My eyes are wide, and my mouth is open.
“I was trying to give you sweatpants, not a clown costume,” I mumble, shocked and he continues to laugh, moving toward the door to see who was there.
Luc pops his head out of his cat tree, hissing at him as he passes.
“Luc, stop being a brat,” I scold, and Luke laughs.
Bending down, he swoops him up into his arms and carries him to the door.
“I think we may need to rename him, Little Devil. This is getting confusing,” he mumbles, and I groan.
“Yeah, I've been thinking the same thing.”
Finally opening the door, I spot Merida standing with a tray of food for us and with a wave of Luke’s hand, he teleports it onto the space beside me, then hands the cat to her.
“It's time for his medicine and bath,” he tells her and she nods.
“I would have portaled him out of the room, but there is a huge tiger running amok,” he grumbles, and I laugh.
“Why does he need a bath? Cats bathe themselves, babe.”
“It's his punishment for shitting in my shoes,” he snarls with a menacing grin on his face as he pats Luc on the head.
“Oh, um, okay. Thanks, Merida,” I say and give her a small wave, making sure my body is covered with the top sheet.
Not that she hasn't seen me naked, but it's still awkward.
“Anytime, honey, but I will say that pesky tiger is a joy to have around. He's kept the kitchen sprites away from my sweets,” she says with a smile, then snaps her fingers and disappears.
I smile thinking of the cuddly monster, roaming the halls.
I've become quite fond of Michel. He's not as scary as the servants seem to think. He's soft and cuddly, and I have found myself playing fetch with him out in the gardens a few times now.
I wonder if I can convince Luke to get me one of my own. I once saw a black tiger with stripes. It had a melanin deficiency or something, but it was incredible. I want one of them.
Once the door is closed, Luke walks into the bathroom to start the bath. Due to the size it takes a little while to fill.
I'm sure we could use magic to do it, but call me old fashioned, I like doing things the mortal way.
Looking over the food, my stomach grumbles, and I moan after biting into the fluffiest French toast I have ever eaten.
“Mmm,” I groan after devouring my portion and digging into the scrambled eggs and fruit.