So, knowing his human wife might rip off his balls if he didn’t tell her, he talked.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
NAMI
Nami stood there,stunned, as Beck told her what they’d learned earlier.
She wasn’t sure what shocked her more—that Lu’ana and Reggie had snuck around behind her back, or that he and his parents and brothers also felt the same intense, sudden, irresistible attraction to their spouses as…
As I did with Beck.
And Malyah with Joaquin, and Da’von with Brianna.
Nami never guessed Lu’ana and Reggie had carried on behind her back to the extent they apparently had. She’d assumed they probably had a few trysts, because they were grown-ass adults after all, but they’d successfully concealed their intense, immediate connection from her.
She leaned against the shower wall, her mind absolutely blown.
Guess that’s not just a saying.
It also left her second-guessing herself, because if she missed that, how many other things had she missed?
Beck finally coaxed her into letting him bathe her and she closed her eyes, forcing herself to focus on him and nothing else for a little while.
When they were both rinsed off, he reached out of the shower to grab their towels and lovingly dried her body first, even kneeling and drying her legs and feet so she wouldn’t have to bend over.
His hands caressed the tops of her feet and he smiled up at her. “How about we go lay down and I’ll give you a foot rub, baby?” He pressed a kiss against the swell of her tummy, just below her navel, but his gaze never left hers.
I don’t want to think tonight.
With one foot, she lightly trailed her toes along the underside of his sac, then his cock, which immediately stiffened. “I think a foot rub sounds like an appetizer.”
His brows knitted, concerned. “I don’t expect you to—”
She laid a finger over his lips. “Take the win, Dawson Beckett. It’s being freely offered.”
He smiled and sucked her finger between his lips, slowly laving it with his tongue, reminding her of all the delicious things that tongue could do to other parts of her body.
Which was exactly how she’d ended up pregnant in the first place.
To be fair, it hadn’t been intentional on their parts, an oopsie the way Dewi and Ken’s baby had been an oopsie, with slightly different logistics.
He stood and scooped her into his arms, making her squeal with laughter and throw an arm around his neck to hold on. Even knowing he was a wolf, it always blew her mind how he could effortlessly manhandle her, carry her, move her around where he wanted her.
A girl didn’t mind that, either. At least Nami did.
Instead of playfully tossing her onto the bed like he sometimes did before she was pregnant, he reverently set her down then retrieved his towel so he could dry off.
Perching at the end of the bed, his cock still stiff, he pulled her feet into his lap and slowly started rubbing them. “Oooh, my god, that’s amazing,” she moaned.
His sinful smile always lit fires inside her, no matter how tired she was. “Nothing but the best for you, baby.” He dipped his head, sucking her big toe into his mouth, her clit now echoing pulses through her body with every pull his his mouth and swipe of his tongue.
All while staring right into her eyes with those gorgeous blue peepers of his. Tonight it looked darker, nearly smoky, full of desire for her and only her.
No, she no longer felt jealous of Dewi, because now that she understood the wolf stuff better, she knew Dewi was as devoted to Ken as Nami herself was to Beck—and their men were equally devoted to them.
“Stop teasin’ me, baby. Please?” she begged.
He smiled and switched feet. “But I promised you a foot rub.”
