It was going to be the death of me. But the vision of her sucking me off with those cherry-red lips—even though I immediately shut that thought down—had me sporting a halfie.
Shit.
Luckily, there were plenty of nonsexual thoughts to occupy my mind. Like how the f**k was I going to protect our daughter, when every species in the world was going to be gunning for her while she was a defenseless infant?
Not defenseless. She had me. I picked my phone up from the nightstand where I’d dropped it and sent off a few texts to my local contacts. With a bit more hesitation, I also fired off a text to my father’s head of security and interpack liaison. It wasn’t much, but every protection gig started somewhere.
Then I closed my eyes and let myself—and my wolf, the smug bastard—revel in the closene
