her teasing, she didn’t see any reason to provoke Jacob’s territorial instincts around Mason. As an alpha, he’d had them long before he was a vampire, and that bloodlust was still detectable, though on low simmer.
She glanced toward him. Whether or not he’d read that from her mind, he was giving her that lazy, heavy-lidded look that made her think of what they’d just shared. When Kane bit into her breast, innocently enough, the stimulation reminded her of Jacob biting her just below, around the nipple itself.
A shudder went through her, dual reaction of mother and lover. Jacob’s lips curved in that dangerous smile. He’d folded her blouse and the bra, putting them next to her, though she’d noted how he rubbed his thumb over the heat that lingered in one of the soft cups.
The way he flipped so easily between lover and father was irresistibly sexy. When Kane let a trickle escape, Jacob anticipated him, using his ruined T-shirt to cradle the breast and blot away the escaped blood so it couldn’t drip onto her slacks. “No table manners at all,” he clucked reprovingly.
Mason had turned tactfully away, leaning against the corner post of the lattice maze. As he drew Jessica against his front so they could look out toward the ocean, Lyssa heard him murmur to his servant.
“I’m thinking I might replace the veranda with a saltwater pond. Pipe the water in from the ocean. It would be like having a wave pool in the backyard.
Would you like that,
habiba
?”
“You know I would,” Jessica replied softly, the sweep of his thumb along the outside of her right breast obviously distracting her, if the way she was biting her bottom lip and lifting her chin, a response to arousal, were any indication. Seeing it, Mason’s tone became huskier.
“I like the idea of looking out the window just before dusk, seeing you disrobe and stroke through the water, your beautiful body tempting me to come out once the sun sets.”
“Good idea. The pond,” Jacob remarked. “Can’t blow up a body of water. Well, you can, but it doesn’t require as much reconstruction. Not like a marble veranda.”
Jessica sent him an amused look, even as Mason bared fangs in his general direction. Jacob shot Lyssa a breathtaking grin. Touching Kane’s head with a father’s tenderness, he knelt to place a kiss on her breast, right above the baby’s mouth, a brush of contact. Then he sat back on his heels to watch them both. If the world stopped turning, Lyssa knew she would be content, locked forever in a moment like this. Such things never lasted long enough.
“I’ve already talked to my pilot. We can leave in the morning if you wish.” When Mason glanced toward her, he shrugged. “I assume I’m going with you. You'll need as much help as possible if you’re going into the Fae world.”
She rolled her eyes. “Goddess save me from honorable men who think a woman can’t do anything by herself. I’ve barely agreed to let Jacob go with me. I appreciate the offer, Mason, but I won’t give you an excuse to dodge Council meetings.”
“Excellent attempt to provoke my temper and change the subject. But I know you too well.” He gave a half chuckle. As he did, he dipped his head to tease Jessica’s throat with tongue and fangs. Her breath whispered out, thready, then sucked back in on a quick catch. Lyssa noted then that he’d made his own use of the shadows. He’d apparently commanded her to slide her fingers beneath the short gauzy skirt she was wearing and was idly watching her play with herself through the thin cloth.
When it came to sex, male vampires were more than capable of multitasking. Lyssa could smell Jess’s unique scent on the wind. So could Jacob. It stirred his blood, despite the fact he’d spill ed himself only moments earlier in Lyssa.
Damn vampire appetites.
His rueful look gave her a quick flash of amusement.
“You need backup, my lady,” Mason added.
“I’ve agreed to Jacob’s going. You will not