Chapter 62
Lielit
I felt like an elephant, but the way he looked at me was as if I were a supermodel. He lifted my legs and thrust harder, deeper, slapping his pelvis against my arse until I felt his knot.
Do it,Bouda urged.
Only she knew how badly I wanted to claw the other women’s eyes out of their sockets at the birthing classes. It didn’t help my breathing technique until I visualised the violence. Blaidd didn’t acknowledge anyone in the class—not even the woman who ran it.
I lifted my hands, and he glanced at me before swooping down. His mouth closed around my nipple, and I gasped. The dual sensations made me forget my mission. His long, deep strokes made me gush, and I heard it when he ground his knot against me.
A wet mess.
Focus, Bouda snapped at me.
That’s when I felt my teeth extend.
I tugged on his hair with a grunt.
When he glanced up, my nipple slipped from his mouth, but his jaw hung open, his eyes so wide it was almost comical.
You two deserve each other, Bouda muttered.
He scrambled to plant his hands higher, presenting his neck to me. I released his hair and gripped his shoulder. There was no hesitation. I sank my teeth into his neck, clenching down as his dick jerked inside me.
His neck locked into place. I don’t think I could have released him if I tried. His scent flooded my senses, overwhelming in its intensity.
Woody. Fragrant. Citrus.
All three notes now felt like home.
The metallic tang of his blood slicked my lips, and I tightened my grip on his neck with a low growl.
My eyes fluttered as I saw Fenrir—trapped in darkness. Anger had festered into wrath after years of captivity. The death of a god before his death. Then silence. And then eternal darkness. So much of it that it would have broken another being. Blaidd and Fenrir were survivors.
As the images flashed through me, my chest tightened—then a burst of energy merged with Blaidd.
Blaidd.
I felt him.
His stubbornness. His arrogance.
Then his love—for the twins. For me.
Then fear.
I pressed deeper as the merge began to lock—fear of loss.
Of us.
I gently licked his neck.
I suppose, in his own way, he’d tried. Tried to blackmail me into obedience instead of asking me out on a date—and then I pepper-sprayed him.
The bond snapped fully into place, pulsing softly between us. I loosened my grip on his neck as Bouda stretched lazily inside me. I was studying the marks I’d left when he lifted his head.
Oh, Bouda said.
