My mouth was watering as I gazed down at his cock. I wanted to taste him.
Kaldur blew out a deep breath, and then he shot out of bed, his cock swinging. “I can smell your need. So if we don’t get out of bed right now, I’ll have you bent over it.”
He was right. I wanted to sigh in frustration.
Kaldur crossed to his wardrobe and pulled out fresh trews, cursing as he tried to get his cock wrestled into them as I watched him from the bed. Finally, when he got his laces done up, he saw me staring. He raised his brow. His trews were tight on him, and now, I realized, it was because Iwashiskyrana. Stupidly, I hadn’t realized it before. But feeding from akyranamade a Kylorr stronger, made them physically grow larger—a trait of their berserker nature. In ancient times, Kylorr would take their mates into battle. Wars had been won because ofkyranas.
I’d noticed Kaldur’s increase of strength before, but I’d always written it off as a natural reaction to the feeding. Then again, he’d taken to wearing larger clothes, hadn’t he? To make it less noticeable.
I’d been so blind.
Kaldur approached me. Leaning over the bed, he surprised me with a gentle kiss, the light brush of his lips making my head swirl.
I closed my eyes tight, thinking that he wasn’t being fair. The goal wasnotto fall hopelessly in love with him again. Already he wasn’t making it easy.
“Come with me,” he said against my lips. “I want to show you something.”
“Now?” I asked. “I don’t have any clothes.”
“Ah, never doubt Maudoric,” Kaldur said. He retreated back tothe wardrobe and then brought over a stunning dress, one I didn’t recognize.
“That’s not mine,” I murmured, blinking as I frowned.
“It is,” Kaldur said. “I had it made for you.”
I struggled to sit up again, pressing the top blanket to my breasts as I regarded him. He helped me, his warm hand on the middle of my back as I righted myself.
“There are others. They were delivered a couple days ago, and Maudoric has been unpacking them and getting them ready for you.”
My fingers reached out to touch the dress. It was white with embroidered flowers, sewn with dozens of different-colored threads. Hundreds of tiny blooms were scattered across the soft material. The bodice would be fitted, but it was cinched just above the waist, though the bottom of the dress was loose, perfect for my body considering the baby. It wasn’t practical in the slightest, but it was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen, my heart squeezing with want.
“Do you like it?” he asked, suddenly frowning with my silence. “There are dozens more you can choose from if?—”
“I love it,” I breathed. “It’s beautiful.”
It must have cost him a small fortune. And there weredozensof others?
I didn’t know how to feel about that, but it seemed to please him, the praise. His shoulders loosened and he gave me a beautiful smile.
“Are we going outside?” I asked, rising from the bed when he gestured me out of it.
“No,” he replied, unclasping the dress backing before handing it to me. I slipped it over my head, my hands trembling from not wanting to damage it. I’d never worn anything with clasps in the back, something only nobles would need because they had keepers to help them do them up.
But I supposed I had aKyzaireto do that for me, I realized.Because after I smoothed out the material, finding that it settled around me perfectly, he did up the fastenings, brushing my hair out of the way to finish the top.
Then he pressed a kiss to the back of my neck. “Beautiful,” he murmured.
“You haven’t even seen it yet,” I couldn’t help but point out with a nervous laugh.
“I have excellent taste,” he replied simply.
The sleeves on the dress were long, which would keep me warm enough if we weren’t venturing outside.
I turned in his arms, and his gaze trailed down and up. His lips curled, and he tugged me over to the mirror by the dresser.
In it, I saw us both. And for a moment, I was stunned because it looked like we werehappytogether, like we belonged. I didn’t even focus on the dress, only on Kaldur. And he was only focused on me.
My heart gave a warning throb, but I sighed, choosing to ignore it this time.
