“Ow, ow, ow, Sorry!” Jessie bent a little at the waist to give her room as she dragged him further into the room in one hand and gently led her daughter in the other. “Kat—Uncle! Uncle!”
Katarina flushed as she dropped his ear, hand to her chest in surprise. She stared at warm, honey eyes that were wide in shock. A dwarven woman, not taller than five feet, with a mane of salt and pepper hair that flowed around her. She was mid-stroke of her thick beard full of golden beads and bobbles, the prettiest mermaid braid down the front of it. Mrs. Bonesaw was in a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt all under a cherry adorned, ruffled apron that with ‘Cherrylicious’ on the bottom corner.
“Oh, sweet girl, you didn’t have to yank his ear.” Mrs. Bonesaw flashed a warm smile at Katarina before beckoning her son with a crooked finger. Jessie walked up to his mother, like hewas going to get a hug only to have her grab him by the horn and drag him down further to her level. Her voice immediately raised to a motherly tirade, “Of course I made manicotti! I heard you were bringing home a nice lady friend!”
“Ma—Ow! Ma!” Jessie griped as Mrs. Bonesaw strongarmed him into a hug. Then she turned to Katarina, spreading her arms.
“You must be Katarina,” Mrs. Bonesaw cooed. Katarina crouched into the hug and decided she never wanted to leave. When she inevitably let go of Jessie’s mother, she motioned at Isabella but didn’t have the chance to introduce her. Isabella sprung forth, throwing her arms around Mrs. Bonesaw with a squeal. “Ooooh! And you must be little Miss Bella!”
Katarina stepped half an inch backward, a hand going to her lips. She didn’t even realize they were trembling till she tried to cover them with a hand. It hit her like a truck at full speed when Isabella pulled back from Mrs. Bonesaw and babbled about how pretty her beard was. Katarina’s eyes grew intensely hot and she looked away.
“Hey,little momma,you good?” Jessie whispered in her ear. She glanced up to the man who slid up beside her, towering over her in that moment as she felt so incredibly small.
“Good,” she squeezed out, giving him a thumbs up. Jessie put a hand on her back, like he could read her mind, and rubbed her back sweetly.
“Bella-Bella, you mind helping me pick out your cup?”
“Yeah!” Isabella chirped, scrambling after Mrs. Bonesaw. Katarina blinked away tears.So, this is what it’s supposed to be like.Oh, how it broke her heart to see her baby getting treated the way Katarina always imagined it. A grandmother who smiled at her kid, dotted on her, helping her pick out a plastic cup from a cupboard then helping her pour juice into itso she can drink grape juice like mommy.Was it really that hard for his parents to do this?
Years of suffering Gill’s father and his endless snapping at Isabella for being a kid.You’re too loud, Isabella. Quit being a crybaby and eat your dinner. Can’t you keep your dirty mitts off things that aren’t yours?Just always nipping after her like a sheep dog at theheels of cattle. Not to mention Gill’s mother and her subtle remarks.Hope you don’t grow up like your mommy.As if Katarina wasn’t good enough for their son and Isabella was better for being ‘half Gill’.
And here was this…random lady.This stranger, who so instantly made Isabella feel safe. A child who learned to be wary of strangers but was so desperate to belong, just flocked to her. Giggled as she let Mrs. Bonesaw help her up into a seat. Isabella glanced at her mother and patted at the table setting next to her. “Quick, momma! Dinner.”
“Yeah, bug,” Katarina choked on her own throat, shuffling to her seat. Isabella was already babbling Mrs. Bonesaw’s ear off about school, about the juice, about Nik and Jessie and Sera…and the way Mrs. Bonesaw nodded with her just about ripped Katarina’s heart out of her chest. Because Katarina wished with all her might that this was reality instead of a daydream.
Chapter Sixteen:
~Jessie~
Norestforthewicked, huh?
Jessie felt his cock starting to stir shortly after dinner. Katarina was sat at an angle in her chair, head resting on his shoulder as she watched Rex and Isabella arm wrestle over the table. His father was slumped back in his chair, belly full of food, his mother beside him placing fake bets on the victor. However, Jessie’s full attention was on Katarina. Her hair was so soft that when he rested his face against it, it was like rubbing his muzzle on silk. She smelleddivine.That tangy orange blossom scent wafted off her and he suddenly craved fresh squeezed juice. Then she dropped a hand, ever so innocently to his thigh and he replayed last night in his head.
Seeing her in the hazy darkness of his room, her back to Nik and strung up like a pretty little present just for him. Tasting her on his tongue, he all but forgot about dinner. All he could see was her riding him like he was her prized stallion. Katarina was a wet daydream, and it wasn’t because of the succubus thing. It was those eyes that flashed with ‘challenge accepted’ in them. It was the way her mouth smashed to his and he could feel her moans vibrate through their nasty kiss. It was how she traced symbols into his chest fur and hummed with delight as she fell asleep post orgasm. Jessie knew he was a goner the second she took him up on his offer.
And now, his knot was back.Damnit.He cleared his throat, “We should head back.”
Rex looked up at him and let the tiny tike pin his hand to the table. Everyone cheered, and it was like his request was forgotten. So, he tried to think chaste thoughts.Old white socks. Four door sedans. Grease traps.Tried to get his mind off the pressing issue.Hoof shiner. Squirrels in the tree. Hair brushes.Especially as Katarina got up to help his mother tuck away the leftovers. Jessie stayed at the table, twiddling his thumbs.It’s fine. Everything is fine.
Rex excused himself to wash up. Titan chatted with Bella sleepily as she fussed with his long hair that dangled down the back of the chair.It’s fine.Then the warmth started to pump to his groin as he saw Katarina bend over to put vegetables away in drawers.Damn, woman, did you paint those jeans on!Jessie jerked his head away.
The rush of blood from his skull to his hips was dizzying when she returned to the table to take his fiddle toy wine glass away. She winked at him, and he sat back in his chair like a good boy.I’m not going to ruin this for her. This is family dinner. I can wait to get home, then bend her over my bed and rail her for that. It’s. Fine.
She brushed past him, and he snatched her hand out of instinct.
“Jessie,” Titan grunted, beckoning his son away from the table with a curled finger.
“Yeah—Uh?” he blurted out, blinking rapidly. Titan gave him a disappointed stare. Jessie spared Katarina an apologetic look, but she wasn’t paying attention. Her gaze was on Bella.
He noticed the change in Katarina the second his mom scooped up Bella. There was a deep well of sadness overflowing in her as she watched Lailee Bonesaw dote on her little girl. Jessie worried at first it was guilt, that his mom made Katarina feel insecure…then he put the dots together when Isabella explained how her grandma never let her help. To which his mother plopped the tiny tike on the counter with a dish rag.Nowthat’s just silly, I’ll wash, you dry?Isabella seemed all too happy to dry off the big round plates.
Jessie noted that when they walked in the back door that his mother pulled out the old family plates. From back when he was a tiny terror, and his brothers were clumsy. They, only overtime, graduated to glass plates when the Rex was capable of washing dishes all by himself. He’d almost forgotten the cupboard by the fridge was full of kid-safe cups. He used to use them all the time, even when he was a teen, just because they didn’t shatter if he fucked around and elbowed it off the table.Easier to wipe up soda with a paper towel if I’m not also picking up shards of glass.
“Yeah?” Jessie excused himself from the kitchen to loom in the hallway with Titan. His father glared down at him. “What?”
“You’re in heat—”
“Cheese Louis, Pops, just announce my fucking business to the world, why don’t you!” Jessie hissed as he stomped further down the hallway. Titan followed him as Jessie tried not to burn up into a crisp.I’m not ashamed of heat; it’s a natural process.But it was alittleembarrassing to have his parents know he was in the middle of his ‘I’m so horny I’d hump the couch’ time. Which, unfortunately, was a pressing issue. As much as he was trying to hold it off till after bedtime…his knot was swollen again. He wanted to be as respectful of Katarina as possible. That being said, he was woozy simply standing up. All his blood was filling his cock, and he was breathing heavy in his parent’s hallway.
