“Not just like. He’sterrifiedof becoming his father,” Declan said, gently correcting me. “Just like you’re afraid of becoming some version of your mother. The difference is that his worst fear came true. And while that’s no excuse for what he did, itisa reason.”
Declan squeezed my hands. “And the Shadow King’s right. If you forgive him, you need to talk to him. Not with words. But with a bond bite, the way bears do.”
Was that true? Some stubborn, aching part of me didn’t want it to be.
But before the room incident, there had only been trust between the current Mountain King and me. And the kind of understanding I’d never known with anyone.
So, which version of Tadhg was the real one?
The plane touched down before I could decide on the answer.
Clue
Iain
Iain Scotswolf wokeup to the best feeling in the world: a morning handy from his beautiful little wife, Milly.
He kissed the top of her curly head and asked, “To what do I owe this--no pun intended—pleasure?”
She raised her cute face to his, grinning. “Happy Valentine’s…”
Iain narrowed his eyes. “It’s not Valentine’s Day yet.”
“…Week,” she finished. “Happy Valentine’sWeek.”
He was considered one of the smartest men in the world, but at that moment, he couldn’t think of anyone more brilliant than his wife.
Whose smoothly stroking hand already had him about to rocket off.
“Happy Valentine’s Week,mò chridhe.” He slipped his hand beneath the covers. “As it happens, I got you something, too.”
His fingers found her seam and discovered her already dripping wet.
One day, they might fail to arouse each other in an instant. But that day hadn’t come yet. And as Iain slid his fingers into her, he doubted it ever would.
“Slow your hand and open your legs a wee bit wider, will you,mò chridhe?” he half suggested, half commanded. “I want to enjoy you riding my hand. The feel of you... say aye to your husband, Milly. Say it now.”
Milly’s legs fell open on a moaned, “Aye.”
Hell would freeze over before he stopped wanting this former full human, he’d gone against village laws to turn her into a werewolf like him. Or loving her. Risking everything for her was the best decision he’d ever made—because she was the best thing that ever happened to him.
However, just as her moans reached a fever pitch, the second-best thing that ever happened to them started crying on the baby monitor in the nursery of their Edinburgh penthouse.
Causing them both to groan in a much less sexy way.
“I’ve got her,” Iain offered, pulling his hand out of his favorite place on Earth.
“I can?—”
She could. Which was exactly why he never let her. Now that he was back at the office, she was with their shifter baby all day. She deserved her morning rest.
He got out of bed before she could, effectively ending the argument.
“We’ll bring you back a coffee after we check morning emails,” he said.
However, he would not end up keeping that promise.
After strapping Ellie into his front-facing baby carrier and popping a bottle into her grabby little hands, he walked them both over to his standing desk.
