Chapter Fifty-Three. Stinging.
What I have just seen is enough to put anyone off s*x for life—mates or not. Del looks at me the apology clear in his eyes, as he practically throws the laptop across the room.
“I am so sorry. It was Gift’s idea of a joke. It is because he made me vomit watching it when I was about 14 or so,” he explains the video.
“Hum, does your brother have a prophetic gift?” I ask, raising my right eyebrow in question.
“Nope, definitely not, else he would never have done this, knowing I would kill him!” Del growls out.
“Well, my mate. Revenge is a dish best served by a Colton girl, a knee and a training field. I would love to be part of your training in the morning. Before we begin our mating moon with just the two of us,” I give him a sly smile as Del burst out
