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into the grassy knoll, trying his best to satisfy himself without taking her. His control was slipping away quickly with every cry, every moan, and every plea from his mate. He knew that if he didn’t bring her to climax soon, his control would be shredded.
Her hips began to thrust forward, gyrating in his mouth. Oh fuck, he was losing it. Pulling one hand from underneath her, he pressed a finger at the entrance of her pussy as he sucked her clit into his mouth.
She was gasping for breath as she writhed under him, her thighs locking at his head as she screamed her release. Ruttford sucked harder, pushing his finger inside of her as she spasmed.
If he had thought her beautiful when she rode his leg to completion, it was nothing compared to the way she cried out his name and bucked against his mouth, pulling at his hair, and clenching her thighs as she shook.
He pulled his finger free, licking her in slow, lazy strokes, bringing her slowly down. She lay there panting, her skin shining with a fine sheen of sweat. Ruttford pushed his way up her body, pulling her into his arms, petting her, giving her light kisses as her breathing evened out. “Hey, gorgeous,” he said as he smiled down at her.
“Hi.” She smiled back.
“Now what was it you wanted to talk to me about?” His hand slid to her belly, petting her, letting her know just how much he enjoyed touching her.
When Melonee turned her head, refusing to meet his gaze, his hand stilled. His breath stilled. His entire world came to a halt. “Talk to me, Melonee.”
She slowly turned her head back around, her eyes filled with fear. He wasn’t sure what to think.
“I found my other mate.”
Chapter Seven
    Cecil walked around the pool table, eyeing the balls as Blair stood against the wall, rolling his eyes. “I can hear my hair growing. Hurry up and take your turn.”
    “Don’t rush me because you are losing,” he replied as his phone rang. Cecil grabbed it off of his hip, glaring at Blair. “No cheating.”
Blair flipped him off as Cecil answered his phone. “Brac’s Mortuary. You stab ’em, we slab ’em. Cecil the undertaker speaking.”
“Oh, that’s good. I’m going to have to use that.”
“Feel free.” Cecil frowned. “Just as long as you tell me who this is.”
“You’ll find out soon enough if Ruttford’s brother doesn’t come through. If he doesn’t pay, we are going to start with that fey your daughter is mated to and then work our way through your entire family.”
“Try it and see how fucking far you get!”
Blair was at his side, scowling as the caller hung up. “What the hell is going on?” he asked.
Cecil tucked his phone back in, tossing the pool stick onto the table. “Grab Oliver and Carter. We have some business to take care of.” No one fucked with his family. Just as soon as he found out what was going on, Cecil was going to kill the bastard who had threatened the people who meant the most to him.
As soon as Blair left the room, Cecil called out for Ahm. He tried to be as quiet as possible. The last thing he wanted was for Maverick to find out there was some kind of bullshit going on with Ruttford. Maverick wouldn’t listen to reason when it came to Melonee, and knowing everyone they loved had just been threatened because of Ruttford’s brother would only send his mate over the edge.
The used-to-be-blue elf shimmered in, looking as irritated as ever. “Should I roll over and lick my balls?”
Cecil would have laughed at the dog reference, but after the phone call he just received, all he wanted was answers. “What do you know about Ruttford’s brother?”
“Santa’s elf?” Ahm asked as he stood there looking at Cecil like he really didn’t want to be there.
“Yeah, that’s the guy.”
Ahm shrugged as he leaned a hip into the pool table. “They are a different breed of elves. I really don’t know much except that Ruttford’s brother, Fire, has a gambling addiction.”
Crap . That wasn’t what Cecil wanted to hear.