“It’s nice that even at your age you still have dreams,” I said lightly, ignoring Bouda’s laughter while he grunted.
I watched as he wrapped the soft fabric around my wrists, threading it between them. There was so much length that he finished with a neat bow.
“Do you think you can keep your hands above your head?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.
“I guess we’ll find out,” I replied, lifting my arms.
He slid down my legs and popped his trouser button. The zipper followed. He stepped off the bed to remove them—then his underwear.
I swallowed.
I’d forgotten how big he was. How angry his knot looked. Or the faint burning memory of when he pushed it inside me.
“I’ve missed that hungry look in your eyes,” he murmured, snapping me out of my daze.
It made me wonder just how hungry Jodie must have been to try getting close to Blaidd while he was standing right beside me.
“You weren’t tempted by Jodie?” I growled.
I frowned as he moved back onto the bed.
“Who?”
“Quinn Industries. Alex Quinn’s daughter,” I said flatly.“We read the same briefing.”
Something finally clicked behind his eyes.
“Oh. Her.”
I stared at him as he continued, utterly unfazed.
“I am biologically incapable of attraction to another female. Even before we bonded to you, I could barely tolerate their stench.”
My jaw dropped.
Then again, considering his long list of strange habits—many of which I’d started exploiting purely out of boredom—it probably shouldn’t have surprised me.
“I did things to you during your heat that I never thought I was capable of,” he murmured, covering my belly with both hands.
His gaze travelled slowly up my body, unhurried, deliberate, until it reached my face.
“And I’d do it all over again,” he said, a dark smile curving his mouth.“Twice, for good measure.”
Chapter 45
Blaidd
Fenrir stirred beneath my chest as I stroked her belly. The mixture of his feelings was always the same, and they rarely affected me. Yet having her bound and naked, her belly full of my pups, hit me differently. She was relaxed. Content. Horny. I didn’t care if it was hormones that made her willing—I needed her around my knot.
All night she’d played havoc with my senses. All week she’d driven me mad with her shenanigans. Now, I had all the time in the world to do whatever I wanted.
I parted her thighs and knelt between them until the gentle floral, musky scent of her made me drip. I eased my finger beneath the cream-and-gold embroidered panties I’d chosen, just enough to feel how wet Lielit was.
Her breath hitched as I dragged my fingertip down her slick slit.
“So wet,” I murmured, more to myself than her.
I kissed our children before following the downward slope toward her breasts.
