Blaidd
The fury inside me needed an outlet. My brain felt splintered as I was torn between staying with Lielit and dealing with Hanson. She’d never broken down like this, not when I snatched everything away from her. And when I returned her? She picked up the pieces and carried on.
When did it all change?
When did I change?
Her body was curled up, knees turned in to protect her belly, and her hands burrowed against my chest. She was warm, safe and home.
Our bond may be fractured, but tonight… I felt her.
I felt her in a way that I’d only ever felt Fenrir inside of me.
My fingers tightened around her when she sighed in her sleep.
When she settled again, I stroked the soft curve of her back.
Lielit loved our children in a way that was deeper than instinct. Perhaps that was something I’d never experience as their father. I could acknowledge my shortcomings in the face of her love.
You will, Fenrir said quietly. When she chooses you, the bond will leave you no choice.
I closed my eyes.
Did I deserve her bite or the bond?
There was no answer.
That night, I remained wide awake.
It wasn't until the beginnings of a new dawn shone in our room that I felt the subtle movement beneath my palm.
Proof of life.
Of survival.
I slowly exhaled, rubbing my babies and finally closed my eyes.
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?
?
I woke to her soft eyes peering up at me. Relief flooded through me when there wasn’t a single tear in sight.
“I felt them move,” I said, watching as her lips curled upward.
My body reacted immediately, and it only widened her smile.
Her hand slid between us, gripping my swelling knot as she traced along my stiffening cock.
“You’re awake,” she murmured.
“Lielit,” I growled.
Then it hit me—the scent of her arousal. She needed me. Us.
I dragged her on top of me, ignoring her startled yelp. Her heavy breasts fell over my face, close and warm. I gripped her arse and lifted my head to taste her as she straddled me, her hands settling on my shoulders while her belly rested carefully between us.
I captured her nipple in my mouth. She gasped, rocking her pussy over my length in response.
I breathed her in—the faint trace of last night’s body wash mixed with that intoxicating aroma that made my knot throb for her. I widened my mouth and sucked harder, swirling my tongue around her areola until she whimpered.
Within minutes, she’d coated my length while I worshipped her breasts like a ravenous beast. I didn’t move until she moaned my name.
Then, carefully, I slipped out from beneath her and hauled her hips into the air—just enough to protect her belly. My hands ran down her back as I guided her forward, pressing her face into the pillow.
“We missed date night,” I murmured.
Her laughter was muffled at first, until she turned her head and rested her cheek against the pillow.
I spread her thighs and let my cock rest between them, gripping her arse cheeks as I dragged my length slowly along her glistening pussy. When she tried to move, I tightened my hold, keeping her exactly where I wanted her.
“No,” I rasped, my knot bumping over her clit. “You’ll cover all of me with your scent before I fuck you.”
Her eyes fluttered as her breathing turned uneven. I leaned down and kissed her neck, then her shoulder, lingering just long enough to feel her tremble.
“You feel that,” I whispered as she began to soak me.
“Blaidd.”
My name burst from her, breathless and needy.
“Don’t tease me,” she said, fingers curling into the pillows.
No. I wouldn’t. Not this morning. Not when I knew she needed us.
I guided myself to her opening, flicking the tip over her wet flesh once before pushing inside her.
She moaned softly as she stretched to accommodate me. Slick heat closed around my cock, and my fingers twitched with the urge to haul her back until she swallowed the rest of me—but I didn’t. I took my time, giving her shallow, deliberate jabs until she pushed herself back on my length instead.
“My greedy girl,” I crooned. “Always so eager to swallow my knot.”
She grunted and shoved harder.
I chuckled, delighted, and slapped her arse. Before she could react, I dragged her back and thrust deep into her silky heat.
“Yes,” she hissed as her pussy clenched around me.
I crouched over her, feral instinct rising as I planted my hands on the bed.
She lifted her head as I began to fuck my mate—my little hyena.
I buried my face in her tangled curls, driving deep until my knot brushed against her.
Each plunge made her gush over it, and with every slick spill, something tight in my chest loosened.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I ranted under my breath, snapping my hips harder, deeper.
Her cries filled the room.
The wet slap of my knot grew louder.
We were alive. Our children were safe.
She howled my name like a wolf.
My lips curled as I licked her neck, gripping her flesh between my teeth. My cock pumped relentlessly while I grunted, drool slicking her skin. She softened as my knot began to catch inside her.
“Now,” she wheezed. “Hard.”
I reared back and slammed into her, so hard her knees slid up the bed. The moment my knot locked in place, her hoarse scream echoed around us. Her body rippled as she milked me, and I struggled to breathe as the first surge of my release spilled inside her.
My hand slid between her thighs, brushing past her swollen belly—and I cursed as it drew more from me. When she fluttered around me again, I didn’t stop. I circled her clit with steady pressure until her head fell back onto the pillows.
I rolled us onto our side, drawing the moment out.
In this room, there was only us. Our scent. And the twins.
She leaned into me as I lifted her leg over mine. I kept my hand between her thighs, teasing her just enough to keep my knot locked deep inside her.
She didn’t quibble when I took her again.
And I didn’t care that Hanson was still in the boot of my car.