“Breakfast is ready.”
I almost jumped, but instead I walked off without looking at him.
Perhaps if he followed me to the cliff’s edge, I could shove him off.
Then I remembered Fenrir.
Damn it.
Chapter 37
Blaidd
Even as I said the words, my eyes were trained on the tight curves of her arse. The dark navy denim hugged her like a second layer of skin. When she began to walk away from me, all I could do was stare as each cheek insolently swayed with every step she took. Maybe it was a bad idea to buy her feminine clothing.
She hasn’t eaten, Fenrir growled.
What do you want me to do? Rugby tackle her and force-feed her?I snapped as she turned the corner.
Her stomach had shocked me. She’d hidden it beneath my baggy clothing—the ones she hadn’t destroyed. The proof was there: our children growing inside her. My seed. Then she’d resorted to her usual brand of violence when I’d tried to reassure her by holding her hand.
You should have bonded with someone docile, I said snidely—but even as I said it, I realised it wouldn’t be her. Lielit Tolera.
Fine. I get it. What do you want from me?I continued, turning back toward the house.
I wanted to see where she went from a safe distance.
How about you try not being yourself?
Hey—fuck you.
I made her breakfast, didn't I? What more did he want from me?
Prick.
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Over the next few days, we were like ships passing in the night. I gave her space—but I still watched her. Fenrir itched to shift again, but I wasn’t ready to relinquish my hold over my body.
For all my idiosyncrasies, I loved the rich scent of tobacco.
Since she didn’t like the smell of me smoking inside, I took to the garden to light up. She stayed in the living room, watching TV, cocooned on the couch beneath the massive blanket.
I liked that she wore the clothes I’d bought her—and that she was using many of the other items I’d chosen. The cream-and-black swimsuit was a particular success. Sand clung to her thighs and arse, and it was a hit for both of us.
Her figure was fuller now, softer—and I couldn’t help wondering how she’d look at full term.
The truth was, I ached to be inside her again. To touch our children while I moved within her, hot and tight—
Good luck with that, Fenrir snorted.
Her bite was the key.
Something had to give, I couldn’t even manage a Friday night wank anymore.
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It all began when I started researching the role of a father in a family. A banal Google search at best.
