He shifted until I felt the seat recline. When he guided my legs so they rested along the outside of his, I rolled my eyes. He’d done this during my heat—and sure enough, his hand slipped around my belly to toy with my clit.
“You know I’m already pregnant, right?”
“Mm. It shouldn’t stop you from milking every last drop,” he murmured, circling his fingers deliberately.
I gripped the armrest as I began to squeeze his knot.
“That’s my good girl,” he groaned as more come spilled into me.
I smiled, eyes closing, and briefly felt sorry for the dry cleaners handling his designer trousers.
It wasn’t long before Bouda snickered.
You’re finally sitting on your throne.
Blaidd and Fenrir had the kingdom—but Bouda was right. I was sitting on the throne.
You’ve all corrupted me, I told Bouda as Blaidd brushed my hair back and kissed my neck.
Or brought your true self out of hiding.
“What’s for dinner?” Blaidd asked casually.
Nope. You’ve all driven me nuts. That’s the only conclusion.
“Lamb and chickpea curry with rice,” I said absently, still turning Bouda’s words over in my mind.
“Good. It’ll keep,” he said, cupping my breast.
He was definitely a bad influence.
???
I could feel Bouda’s confusion and amusement as we watched Blaidd take a second helping of curry before adding more rice to his plate.
Why?she asked when Blaidd sniffed again.
“Are you sure it’s not too hot?” I asked as he glanced at me.
“It is, but it tastes so damn good,” he said, using a tissue to wipe his nose and exhaling as if that might cool his mouth.
“I had a craving for spice. Maybe next time I’ll make yours separate,” I offered when I noticed sweat beading along his hairline.
Of all the things we did to him and his belongings on the island, we never thought of poisoning him with chilli powder, Bouda mused.
I did add Fairy Liquid to his expensive whisky, but that wouldn’t have poisoned him.
He shook his head, licking his lips before reaching for the jug of water.
Your throat punch brought tears to his eyes. Do you remember how he sounded afterwards?
Her laughter was so infectious that I covered my mouth with my napkin, but it spilled out anyway.
His eyes snapped up, and he gingerly lifted his plate to sniff it.
“I didn’t poison you,” I said, dabbing my mouth with the napkin.
“I’ve lost count of how many people have tried,” he replied, setting his plate back on the table.
