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.
