Lielit
I clenched my thighs together and grabbed his shoulder when his teeth grazed the delicate lace of my bra. When we got back from my appointment, I’d thought he needed space after seeing the twins. He’d zoned out—present in body, but not in spirit.
Now he was pacing between the desk and the window, houses pulled up on his screen, notes scattered everywhere, colour-coded flow charts mapped out like a battle plan.
You should put him out of his misery and bond with him, Bouda suggested.
Blaidd stopped abruptly and stood. His hands went to my dress, peeling it down my body with single-minded focus.
It won’t negatively impact his libido, will it? I asked.
It’s supposed to get better.
I worked at the buttons of his shirt, holding his blazing blue eyes as he reached beneath my arms and unclasped my bra.
It won’t fix his broken brain, though. My poor kids, I added to Bouda, absently patting Blaidd’s bare chest.
The man had locked himself away for hours because of an ultrasound. Walked the garden at least three times. I wondered how often he’d talked himself out of dumping us all back on Caer Virel.
He tugged the straps from my shoulders until my bra slid to the floor. I dragged my hand over the bulge in his trousers, cupping his knot as I felt his cock harden beneath my palm.
“God, Lielit,” he grunted, nostrils flaring. “Your scent…”
He’ll never get enough of you. Both of them are tied to us, Bouda whispered. That’s why the addition of the children is driving him to such lengths.
I swallowed at the implication as he unbuckled his belt.
“Need to be inside you,” he muttered.
I pushed my knickers down, kicking them aside.
“Fuck, you smell so good,” he said, unveiling his hard cock and angry-looking knot. “Hands flat on my desk.”
I swept the papers aside, briefly clocking the name of a prominent media mogul before his fingers curled around my thighs. He spread me open and pulled me back until I was bent over the desk, his tongue tracing slowly up my inner thigh, licking away the damp mess.
He exhaled over my heat, a long, steady breath that made me shiver.
“All this for me,” he rasped.
I shut my eyes.
His grip tightened on my thighs, and before I could protest, his tongue dragged deliberately along my labia.
Maybe hold off on biting him. We don’t want him growing complacent, Bouda said, backtracking.
He didn’t.
His tongue slid between my cheeks until I felt the scrape of his stubble.
“Do you think another will ever see this?” he growled. “Claim your stunning pussy.”
His teeth sank into my arse like a lunatic.
“No!” I yelled, my eyes flying open.
He released me at once, licking the spot where he’d bitten.
“Damn right,” he growled, then chuckled darkly. “And to make sure, your belly will never be empty.”
What the fuck? He’d completely lost the plot.
“Mmm,” he moaned, burying his face back between my thighs.
I winced when his teeth grazed me again, but his grip held me steady as his mouth worked. His tongue flicked, relentless, his fingers spreading me open as he pushed deeper.
My hand slipped. A sheet of paper fluttered to the floor.
He was kissing me like a starved animal.
“Yeah,” he murmured, voice rough. “Give me that slick, baby. Soak my face.”
“Blaidd,” I hissed.
He ignored me, driving his tongue in and out before starting all over again.
With a moan, I began to rock back against his rhythm.
“Who do these tight little fuck holes belong to?” he rasped, circling his tongue with intent.
I considered pushing him over the edge—but I had a feeling he’d withhold his knot just to prove a point.
“Yours,” I said, breathless.
He grunted and shifted his attention again while I found myself calculating when the next ultrasound appointment was scheduled.
Thank god for the twins. We’d needed multiple scans to make sure they were safe.
While I mentally catalogued his next inevitable breakdown, he rose behind me.
One hand palmed my belly. The other locked on my hip.
“Move back,” he said, low and controlled. “I don’t want the twins concussed.”
I glanced down at my belly and shuffled back, shaking my head at his comment.
“Just imagine when they start walking,” I teased softly. “All those sharp corners.”
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
I looked over my shoulder.
He stood there, shell-shocked.
So consumed with protecting us from every external threat, he’d overlooked the quiet dangers already waiting inside the house. Corners. Edges. Ordinary things. I decided not to mention power outlets or staircases. One revelation at a time.
Emotion surged up without warning, sharp and sudden, stealing my breath. My lips trembled before I could stop them.
I pushed away from the desk and turned to face him, reaching for his hand before he could spiral further. I drew it down from his forehead, grounding him.
“Blaidd,” I whispered, my voice steady even as my chest tightened, “you’re going to be an incredible father to our wolf-hyena pups.”
The uncertainty in his eyes didn’t ease—not until he searched mine.
“Together,” I added, threading my fingers through his.
He exhaled, cupping my cheek.
“Right.”
He nodded.
But I could see his mind was still racing.
“Do I need to try and get myself off, or are you going to fuck me?” I said, curling my fingers around him.
He’s so fucked, Bouda snorted.
Hopefully, I will be too, I replied, smiling when indignation flared in his eyes.