Chapter Forty-Seven
Skylar Cathal
Without warning, I grasped Daxton’s wrists and wrapped my legs around his waist. Sitting up, I launched myself forward, spinning him onto his back, straddling him.
“Now,” I said with a dominating tone, “it’s my turn.”
I kept my grip firm, as my animal clawed at the confines of my self-control, desperate to claim my mate.
“Have your way with me, Spitfire. I’m yours to command. Yours to use. Yours for anything… for everything.”
Excitement rushed through me, loving the control I had over this powerful male.
Bang, bang, bang.
A loud fist hammered against the door.
“Are you out of your gods-damned mind?” Shaw questioned.
“It’s an emergency,” a voice quivered with a sense of dread.
“They’re—”
“Busy!” Daxton roared in response. “We’re busy.” His hold on me tightened as his gaze locked with mine, his voice dropping low as he whispered against the shell of my ear, “We’re far from finished.”
Even if I tried, I couldn’t conceal the devilish grin on my lips.
“Daxton!”
My mate froze.
“Adohan?” Daxton mumbled, his expression changing from a hungry desire to one of question and unease. “What is it?”
“I need Skylar.”
“Fucking horrible timing!” he growled.
“I wouldn’t ask if it weren’t dire… Trust me.”
“What is it, Adohan?” I called out.
“It’s Idris…”
I could feel the distress in his voice. My breath caught at the silent panic laced between his words.
“The baby is coming,” Adohan said. “But Idris is bleeding… heavily. The healers say the babe is turned around. My mate is strong, but her stamina is wavering.”
“The baby is likely breech,” I whispered to Daxton as I dismounted his lap, and he searched for something to wear. I found my clothes and pulled up my pants before quickly fastening my boots. “Bottom instead of the head coming out first.”
“Is that dangerous?” Daxton asked as he handed me my shirt, discarded along the bedside.
My binding was unsalvageable, but I didn’t bother as I pulled my shirt over my head. “It can be, especially when accompanied by bleeding.”
“She’s scared.” Adohan’s plea tugged at my heartstrings. Hearing the voice of a father and a mate in fear for the mother and child. “She needs you, Skylar. They both need you.”
“When did her labor start?” I asked as Daxton and I finished dressing.
“Late last night. Her water broke before the sun began to rise.”
I stilled. That was well over ten hours. I looked at Daxton, who gave me a nod, understanding the gravity of the situation.
“I wouldn’t have come if—” Adohan didn’t have time to finish his thoughts as I opened the door to face him with Daxton standing beside me.
“Lead the way,” I said.