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Perhaps he’d consider that. Taking the Escalade and we could buy something else. Maybe another just like it. I smiled at the thought. Manipulation at its finest.
Isaac’s cell phone buzzed and we both stared at it.
He smiled. “They’re on the way home. Want to know if they should pick up something for dinner.”
“Pizza,” I suggested.
Isaac relayed the message, then turned back to his computer.
“Who’s the society princess?” he asked.
I rattled off the name, knowing he would want to do a search, find out as much information as he could. “Oh, and I talked to Triton about the surprise party for Everly. He jotted us down for two weeks from Saturday.” I smirked over at him. “I’ll work with Talon on the logistics.”
Isaac grinned. “I’ve got some ideas on that.”
“I’m sure you do. I’m thinking we’ll have the submissives working the party.”
“As furniture,” he noted, still staring at his screen.
“Absolutely. I do get a kick out of that shit.”
“So does Everly.”
“Yeah, she does.”
“Oh, and I got Dante a dog,” Isaac said absently, as though that news wouldn’t have my full attention.
“A dog?” I frowned. “What the hell are we—”
“Not we,” he interjected. “Dante. I heard him talking to Everly. Apparently, he’s always wanted one. Found a little guy at the pound looking for a home.”
“What kind?”
He shrugged. “Some retriever mix, they said. He’s getting snipped, then I can go pick him up.” He peered over at me. “Thought I’d take Dante. Stop by the pet store on the way home.”
“Wow.” I huffed as I relaxed into my chair. “Already getting pets. Next thing you know, we’ll have little feet running through this house.”
He grinned. “One day. But I’m not in a rush for that.”
Nor was I. We had all the time in the world. For now, I was quite content to enjoy the family we had.
Granted, I wasn’t sure how I felt about the dog…
Then again, if it made Dante happy, who the hell was I to intervene?
THIRTY-FIVE
ISAAC
Seven weeks later, Monday, August 5, 2019
I woke when I felt the mattress shift, but I didn’t open my eyes right away.
It was the first morning I was waking up in my own bed after two weeks in New York. The past month and a half had been hectic, but the routine was proving to be good for all four of us. Being away was as difficult as I’d thought it would be, but we were working through it. FaceTime had certainly come in handy, allowing me to keep my eyes on my sexy submissives when I wasn’t here to do so in person.
I cracked open my eyes, peeked at the sexy submissive kneeling between my thighs. His head was down, hands resting on his thighs, his body still.
Perfection.
That was the one word that came to mind when I looked at Dante. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t flawed. He was. Which, I figured, was what made him so perfect.
Everly, curled up at my side, stirred, her hand sliding over my chest, as though assuring herself I was still there.
I put my hand on hers, grazing her smooth skin until her thigh shifted over mine.
Ian cleared his throat as the bed moved again. “Are we having a party?”
“Was thinking about it,” I mumbled, my eyes on Dante. “In fact, I’m thinking breakfast in bed.”
As though he knew exactly what I was referring to, Dante’s gaze shifted over to Everly.
“Something sweet?” I asked.
“Sweet sounds perfect, Master.”
I shifted my attention to Everly, turning on my side while Ian positioned himself on her other side, gently nudging her onto her back.
She sighed, her legs falling open as Ian revealed her smooth curves, slowly pulling the sheet down her body.
“Good morning, fairy princess,” I whispered, trailing my lips over her jaw, her throat.
“Good morning, my Liege.” She bowed her back as I grazed my fingernail over one nipple, Ian doing the same to the other. “Good morning, my Alpha.”
I reached over her head, pulled one of the restraints down, then positioned her wrist in the cuff and buckled it. She offered her other arm to Ian, her body coming awake as we secured her to the bed.
I had to admit, the design for the bed was rather impressive. The king bed we’d been sleeping in had been replaced by one roughly one and a half times its size, along with several inches longer, giving us plenty of room to sleep and to play. The restraint system Ian had installed was genius, too. And utilized quite frequently.
“Have you missed us?”
“Very much, my Liege.”
I glanced at Dante as I tugged her knee toward me, Ian doing the same with the other.
“Wake her properly,” I instructed.
“It would be my pleasure, Master.”
Dante repositioned himself so that he was flat between her thighs, his big hands settling on her shins before slowly sliding up over her knees, the insides of her thighs. Using his thumbs, he held her pussy lips open, the tip of his tongue lapping along her slit.
