Deacon: Devils' Spawn Daddies

She loved him for a night. Will he love her for all time?

The bloody war with the Steel Wolves is finally over. Deacon dives right into the celebration—maybe a little too deep, hounded by past mistakes and lingering grief. He wakes up on the floor, naked, alone, and with no memory. A woman’s torn bra the only clue he must have had a good time.

Sydney knew Deacon was not himself that night, but she welcomed his rough seduction, his hot skin under her cool hands, and surrendered to the fierce rhythm of raw desire. Until his agonized whispers revealed he and Elaine—his late wife, her best friend—were Daddy/little. But later, when he acts like the body and soul she gave meant nothing, she retreats to her private “Little” sanctuary, convinced Deacon will never be hers.

Trouble is, trying to move on is a painful reminder her heart will always belong to him.

As the MCs work to track down a scamming rogue prospect, Deacon grapples with his reaction to the Sentinels’ Enforcer showing interest in Sydney. By the time he figures out she is the little he needs, Sydney’s heart—and her safety—could be well beyond his reach.

Note: Contains a little male rivalry, a lot of groveling, and a little light spanking.
Model: Chris David
Design: Scott Carpenter
Photography: Jane Ashley Converse

“You like whipped cream, huh?”

Gasping, Sydney jerked around. Tall and imposing, Deacon stood behind her. His brilliant gaze danced with amusement.

Her heart jolted, and she put her fingers over her mouth. “Deacon, I—”

“You left some cream here, little girl.” He dabbed his fingertip to the tip of her nose as he gave a broad smile, showing his sexy dimples. “If I bring a whipped cream canister next time I come by, will you lick me too?”

The suggestive words created such a vivid image in her mind that her cheeks flushed with heat.

Though his tone was playful, the force of his personality enfolded her, and she blinked, taking all of him in. Something about Deacon was different. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but she felt it.

For one, he studied her with obvious intent. A mischievous glint flashed in the blue depths of his eyes. The apologetic demeanor he’d displayed at her house had disappeared. Before her stood the confident Daddy she hungered for. The Dominant she desperately wanted and needed. Beyond that… The ever-present distance he’d maintained between them all these years was somehow gone. He took a step forward, and she had to glance up.

Good Lord, she’d forgotten how much taller he was. She wasn’t a small woman, but somehow, he made her feel dainty and easily handled in his strong hands. His clean, masculine scent floated around her, and a scalding wave washed through her, burning, singeing, melting…