“Thank you!” she sobbed again.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Dublin slammed his hand against the wall as he continued to release inside of her.
“Oh, God, thank you,” she gasped, her body trembling around his cock. “Thank you. Thank —”
She cut off with a scream, and the sheer ecstasy I felt come down her side of the bond let me know that Dublin had thrown his knot.
I’d joked before about staying with us when Sea knotted, but this time, I wasn’t given the chance.
She passed out mid-knotgasm, collapsing against Dublin like a rag doll, limp and lifeless.
Dublin sagged against her, too, and for a moment, they looked like a couple of fighters barely standing after the final bell.
Dublin shot me a baleful glare over her shoulder, then hoisted her up and disappeared back up the stairs, still locked inside of her.
Guess he knew he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
By the time I made it back to the bedroom, they were already asleep.
Dublin lay sprawled on his back, still half-dressed, with our Flower draped over him in something resembling the Kama Sutra’s take on the sleeping baby pose.
“Think it worked?”Sea’s voice slipped into my mind, startling me.
I hadn’t even noticed he’d rejoined me in the room.
“We’ll know when she wakes up,” I replied, keeping my side of the now four-way mate bond muted.
The prophecy was fulfilled.Finally. But…
A gloomy fog settled in my chest, even though I’d gotten what I wanted. Exhaustion, thick and all-consuming, washed over me.
With a sense of duty, I rounded the bed and climbed in on the other side of the sleeping pair.
Sea had taken her the last time before she could even wake, hoping that it would allow her to rest longer.
We’d barely gotten dressed and left the room before her next heat cycle.
If my notion about us not being able to knot inside her because she was already pregnant with our pups turned out not to be true, that meant when she woke up, it would be my turn next.
If she’d even have me after the row we’d had on the stairs.
Either way, I’d be here for her when she awoke, I vowed as I drifted off in the fading light of the setting sun…
… only to wake up in the bright light of morning.
The scent of her heat had faded.
Probably thanks to the window that had been cracked open while I slept. Maybe by Sea, who was still snoozing, slouched over in an armchair with his head on his chest.
Morning light had flooded the room — and she hadn’t cycled again. That meant she must be pregnant!
My heart surged with joy.
Until I glanced over at the other side of the bed and found it empty.
The heat wasn’t the only thing gone. Dublin’s and Flower’s scent had vanished, too.
No…no…
