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<b>Noah </b>
I should’ve known better than to think I’d get in and out of the pantry unnoticed. I moved like a man possessed, navigating the castle corridors in nothing but a pair of joggers and a look of grim determination. The Underworld didn’t sleep, exactly, but the halls were mostly quiet, bathed in the flickering torchlight that hummed with low magic. Somewhere in the distance, a wraith moaned, probably getting exorcised. I didn’t stop. First, I raided. the kitchen for the basics: pickles, honey, and lemon juice. Then salt, because apparently just regr pickles weren’t disgusting enough. The moment I opened the pantry and reached for the bag of smoked jerky shoved behind a sack of dried herbs, I heard it.
“No.”
I froze, hand halfway to the bag. I turned slowly.
Haiden stood at the other end of the kitchen, shirtless, his arms crossed over his chest
like an angry god guarding a holy relic. His ck eyes narrowed at the scene unfolding
before him.
“Don’t,” he warned, stepping forward.
“She’s pregnant,” I said tly, snatching the jerky before he could lunge.
“That doesn’t mean she gets my jerky, Noah.”
“She’s growing our child in her womb. She could ask for a phoenix egg marinated in moonfire, and you’d better believe I’d find it.”
Haiden grimaced. “Okay, first of all, don’t say the word womb to me. Second, there were four bags in here yesterday. Why is there only one now?”
I gave him a nd look. “Because I ate the othersst week. Also, Xavier stole one.”
His jaw dropped. “That son of a…wait, he did sneak a bag yesterday, didn’t he? I knew he smelled smoky!”
I was already backing out of the pantry, prize in hand. “I’ll rece it.”
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“You can’t rece that jerky,” he called after <b>me </b>like it was sacred. “That was cured by demon monks in the obsidian caverns. Do you know how long I waited for that shipment?”
I called over my shoulder, “Then you shouldn’t have hidden it in the obvious ce. Rookie move, Haiden.”
There was a dramatic sound of him throwing his hands in the air. “This is betrayal! Treason! I’m telling Levi!”
“I’m terrified,” I deadpanned, kicking the kitchen door open with my foot as I bnced the haphazard stack of bizarre snacks.
“You should be! You’re going to be a father, where’s your moralpass?”
I didn’t answer. I was too busy hurrying back to Envy with my arms full of her cravings, grinning like an idiot because somehow this was what my life had be, stealing
ancient jerky and lemon–soaked pickles for a woman who made me want to burn the
world down just to hear herugh. By the time I made it back to our rooms, arms full of the weirdest snackbination known to man or hellhound, I was already picturing the smile I’d get from her. Envy’s cravings were unpredictable, but her joy when I delivered
them made the midnight kitchen raids worth every second. I nudged the door open with my shoulder, careful not to drop the honey jar.
“Baby, I-”
The words died on my tongue. She was sprawled across the bed like a goddess reborn, hair still damp, skin flushed and glowing from the heat of the bath. Completely, breathtakingly bare. My pulse skipped. And Levi was between her thighs. His hands were firm on her hips, holding her in ce while his mouth moved with reverent, sinful focus. She arched with a moan that made my knees weaken, head tipped back, one hand fisted in the sheets,
the other buried in his dark hair. I didn’t move. Didn’t interrupt. Just stood in the doorway, stunned and instantly hard again, staring at the scene like it had been hand- delivered by the gods themselves. Envy’s eyes cracked open at the sound of the door and met mine. A slow,zy smile curled across her mouth, hazy and heavy with pleasure. “You
found the snacks,” she breathed, voice like velvet.
“Yeah,” I said, low and rough, as <b>I </b>stepped in and set them down on the nightstand. I
grabbed a piece of jerky and dropped into the armchair across from the bed, my gaze never leaving her. “Was gonna feed you first…”
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Her thighs quivered as Levi groaned against her, and she exhaled a shakyugh. “And
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I tore off a bite of jerky with my teeth, eyes locked on where Levi’s mouth was doing unspeakably good things to our girl. “Now I’m thinking you’ve already got a full te.”
Envy whimpered as Levi doubled down, like he was proving a point. Her body arched and trembled, her pleasure crackling through the bond so hot and fierce I felt it in my bones. My chest rose with a deep inhale, letting it fill me, her sounds, her scent, the shimmering wave of emotion spilling off her. She was radiant. Worshipped. Loved, and I didn’t feel an ounce of jealousy. Just awe. This was what it meant to be hers. All of hers. No ego, nopetition, just love and reverence, given freely, shared fully. I bit down on another
piece of jerky, watching with heat pooling low in my gut as her breath hitched and her hand tightened in Levi’s hair. Her eyes rolled back as he pushed her over the edge, her
voice breaking on a shattered moan that echoed through the room like the most sacred prayer I’d ever heard.
I leaned back in the chair, licking the salt from my fingers. “Remind me to thank him when you can speak again.”
Sheughed through the aftershocks, boneless and gleaming in the candlelight. “You’re
terrible.”
“I brought you pickles dipped in honey,” I said, smug and smugger still when her eyes lit up. “I’m wonderful.”
Levi shifted to press a kiss over her hipbone, his voice thick and gravel–edged. “He really
<b>is</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
Envy giggled, breathless and glowing, reaching for me with one hand. “Come here,
wonderful.”
And just like that, I was up and across the room, sliding into the bed beside her, ready to feed her snacks and kiss her slow and maybe let her wreck me next. She was our queen. Our storm. Our sun. And we would worship her every damn day.
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