“Don’t forget about their honorary third son Clancy!” I remind her.
Her eyes go wide and her hand flies to her mouth, trying to contain the laughter bursting out. “It’s a wonder they had a second at all,” she wheezes.
We walk outside in time to see both Norrell and Ben swinging the kids around in circles by their arms. They giggle wildly as the momentum lifts them off the ground.
“Ready to fly up there?” Ben asks them when they’re back on their feet. They shriek in excitement, jumping up and down in front of him and holding up their arms. Ben scoops up both, one in each arm and lifts off the ground, beating his powerful wings, easily carrying the kids’ weight. He gently deposits them over the short fence made of twisty, leafy branches onto the platform. He hovers in the air, watching them as they explore the treehouse together. Norrell climbs the narrow spiral staircase to join them and talk to Ben, who has become one of his closest friends.
It’s not unusual for Norrell, Ben, and Clancy to get together at Call of the Wild. Cara and I often join them too. Norrell loosened up more than I thought possible in the last few years. I’d even venture to call him social nowadays. He’s built quite agroup of friends. He’s also close with Mars, Kiernan, and Hal. He’s even able to persuade Wyck to come out on occasion. He regularly talks on the phone with Niven—even more than I do.
Cara and I watch them from below for a couple minutes. The kids’ laughter and joyous shouts ring from inside the little structure. A smile stretches across Cara’s face. “I think they’ll spend a lot of time in there, especially as they get older,” she says. “I would haveloveda treehouse like this when I was a kid.”
“They will. It’s good for kids to have their own spaces. It’ll turn into their club house or their hideout, whatever fits the bill that day.”
Cara sniffles noisily. Alarmed, I turn toward her and put my hand on her shoulder. “What’s wrong, hon?”
“Nothing. I’m being silly. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to believe this is my life.” The happiness in her eyes shines through the tears.
“Stella tired herself out playing with Aubin,” I tell Norrell as we close her bedroom door and tiptoe toward ours. “I don’t think she’ll wake up until morning.”
“I would not mind an entire night to ourselves,” he says in a smoky tone and then lightly slaps my rear.
My hands fly to my mouth to hold in a squeal. “Neither would I,” I whisper from behind them.
Once we’re behind our closed bedroom door, I spin around, gazing at him through my lashes.
He crowds me against the bed, forcing me to lie back on it. Leaning over me, he brackets his hands on either side of my head, slowly lowering himself onto me. “You smell so good, my mate,” he growls, rubbing his nose along the side of my face.
“I have a confession to make.” His attention sets off sparks in my core, making it hard to focus. “I took a potion earlier.”
He rumbles low in his throat. “What kind of potion?”
I giggle. “A fertility booster.”
“Ada,” he groans. “Is that the perfume I smell?”
“Mayhap.” My attempt to be coquettish is unnecessary because Norrell is already grinding against me. “I have another confession.”
He moans into my neck, where he nibbles behind my ear, letting me know his enthusiasm about everything I have to say.
“I have a potion for you too. The birth control antidote.”
His kisses along my neck drift lower, turning sloppy and fervent. He pulls aside the collar of my shirt to expose more of my chest. “You wear too many clothes.”
“Don’t you want to take it?”
He abruptly pushes himself off me and kicks off his pants. “Where is it, my ember? I will put another baby in you before the sun comes up.” He sounds like a male possessed.
I smirk, anticipating this very reaction, finding his obsession with breeding me so insanely hot. It was just like this the first time too. “On top of the dresser.”
Naked and ready for me, his cock already straining and leaking, he unstoppers the vial and downs it in one gulp. “I will need to fill you all night long, my mate. Make sure this potion takes effect and that you are good and bred by morning.”
“It works fast. But you should pump me full of your seed so many times just to make sure you breed me.” My voice is breathless in anticipation.
“Take off those clothes. Fast. Or I will have to rip them off you.” His wild gaze moves down my body as he tugs at his testicles, looking large and swollen as if he had taken his own fertility-enhancing potion. Happy to comply, I make quick work of pulling off my outfit followed by my undergarments. I wore asexy, lacy set just for this occasion. But Norrell is too worked up to appreciate them, not that I mind a bit.
“Are you feeling empty? Right here?” He looms over me again, pressing his hand to my low belly. His obsession with my expanding belly and breasts grew along with my pregnancy with Stella. I’m sure he’s picturing my body swelling with our next child.
“I need to be filled. Nice and deep.”
