Blaidd
It took six weeks to assassinate the eight people who not only funded government officials, but also profited from the misery of others. Three of them had ties to other countries, but I had the funds—and the contacts—to deal with that.
David knew I was coming. He’d cancelled all his appointments for the last four days. A chest infection, they claimed. I knew better.
He was scared shitless.
I was patient, waiting until his family left to visit her parents.
The internal guard was given his instructions, the medicine, and the needle.
I’d toyed with a car accident, but it was messy.
Other lives could be lost—and Lielit would disapprove.
Besides, David might survive, given the bullet and bomb-proof car he favoured.
As my children grew stronger, David’s heart would stop beating tonight.
And the world would receive their message.
Do not fuck with Prothero—or his family.
“You look pleased with yourself,” Lielit said, eyeing me as if she could read my thoughts.
“Are you accusing me of mischief?” I asked, peeling back the covers as her robe slid from her shoulders.
I didn’t tell her she looked like she’d swallowed the sun.
I still remembered her vicious attacks at Caer Virel.
We had five short weeks left until they arrived.
I never missed an ultrasound, and I found the hypnobirthing classes surprisingly relaxing.
We got stared at a lot, but Lielit insisted I scared people.
I never said a word. She was obviously imagining things.
She sat carefully on the bed with a sigh.
“Keep your dick to yourself tonight,” she grumbled, lifting her legs and settling back.
I studied her enormous stomach for a moment before nodding. Once she tucked her feet beneath the covers, I pulled them up around her.
“Do you need a back rub?” I asked as she manoeuvred the V-shaped pillow beneath her belly.
Another sigh. A nod.
I smothered a smile.
The book said the last couple of weeks would be the worst. She was carrying two babies, and I knew she got irritated with me at times. I reached for the lavender-scented massage oil and sat up.
It wasn’t my fault I excelled at everything.
Fenrir snorted.
I ignored him.
“Oh—yes. Right there,” she moaned. “The base.”
My dick responded.
It was Friday night.
“You know,” I began to whisper.
“Fuck off. You’re not getting a Friday night fuck.”
I scowled at the back of her head as my thumbs slid up the base of her spine.
“What about a handjob?”
She laughed.
Fenrir joined in.
I sighed and continued massaging her back.
Perhaps if I did a good enough job…
?
?
?
I raised her legs, fucking her harder when I saw her breasts bounce.
A Saturday morning fuck was just as satisfying.
Her arse was on the edge of the mattress, taking most of the impact, while her swollen stomach remained protected.
I slid my hands down her thighs and stroked her belly.
A faint line ran down the front of her abdomen to her belly button.
She raised her hands for me, and I leaned over to capture her nipple. I slowed my pace, giving her deep, deliberate thrusts, grinding my knot against her pussy. Her nails dug into my scalp, and when I glanced up, I did a double take.
Her lips were parted, but her incisors were extended—her hyena’s teeth.
I froze in shock.
You fucking clown. Give her your neck before she changes her mind, Fenrir roared, snapping me out of my daze.
I gripped the mattress and offered her my neck, tilting my head as my cock pulsed inside her.
One hand released my hair while the other braced on my shoulder, her teeth sinking into my neck.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, fighting not to come.
She growled, which didn’t help matters.
Her jaw locked down and I closed my eyes. It wasn’t the pain—or Fenrir’s answering growl—but the sharp, stabbing sensation in my chest that stole my breath. Blood trickled down my neck as I rested my cheek against hers.
My life flashed before me.
The loneliness before Fenrir.
The moment I hardened my heart.
The rigid routines I built to survive the noise in my head.
The pressure in my chest eased, giving way to a warm glow that spread outward.
“Lielit,” I whispered.
Something wet slid down my face as I felt her quiet power. The softness of her heart. The love she carried for our children. The affection she held for Fenrir. Wrapped through it all was her acceptance of who—and what—I was.
Blaidd Prothero.
Her tongue traced my skin gently, but she didn’t release my neck.
Our bond merged. Locked.
My eyes flew open as an unfamiliar sensation surged through me.
Fenrir was confused.
Blood and fate through time and space—nothing can sever the bond between God and Queen. The debt is paid in full. Fenrir is free.
The strange voice faded just as Lielit loosened her grip on my neck.
The bond pulsed in my chest like a second heartbeat.
I lifted my head and met Lielit’s dazed eyes, her mouth smeared with blood.
She swallowed, then cupped my jaw, her thumb brushing over my cheek to wipe away the tear.
I closed my eyes when I felt the babies move against my abdomen.
Was this love?
It’s more than love. It’s destiny, Fenrir murmured.