Page 94 of Not Ready

Her eyes narrow as she leans forward. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?”

I chuckle. “Hardly, but it does feel good to know the claws were about to come out over me.”

She leans back, tickling her toes against my abs. “I was just trying to apologize. If you choose to leave the pack once you have your inheritance, I promise not to harass you for child support.”

A snort escapes.

Does she not understand she just inherited a fourth of a multi-million dollar company?

Let alone what she would be entitled to of my family inheritance.

I lower her foot back to the bottom of the tub and swap to the other leg. I’m not concerned a bit about her taking me for all I’m worth.

I have no intention of ever allowing her to escape. Which makes me sound slightly creepy, so I keep that tidbit to myself for now.

I’m genuinely excited about the baby.

Last night, while we snuggled with Bishop on one side of her and me on the other, I was cradling her stomach when the baby woke up. It was a fascinating feeling, Aurora moving around while Vale slumbered. It’s very easy to forget there’s an entire human being growing inside her, but the little one will make her appearance quite soon.

It makes me uncomfortable knowing we haven’t neutralized Andrew Landis yet, especially considering he’s so close.

It’s okay.

His reckoning is coming, and it will be swift and without mercy.

Vale moans as I rub her swollen ankle, and my cock jumps, despite it not being the time. Her head tilts as she purposely slides her foot over my shaft.

The naughty little vixen.

She gives me a playful smile as her foot leaves my lap.

I quite like the predatory look on her face as she floats toward me.

The warm water laps at my chest when she lands, kneeling over my lap. She grinds her pussy over my length, staring up at me from under dark blonde lashes.

She’s incredibly fucking beautiful.

I cup her cheeks in my hands, nuzzling my nose to hers.

She licks my lip, nibbling at it and instigating the sensual kiss that follows. The ends of her hair are wet, sticking to both our skin as she pulls back, smiling. “You’re so hard already.”

“Mmm, yes,” I agree. “I believe it has something to do with your bare skin pressing against mine.”

Her hips swivel, making her lower lips perfectly frame my length. The movement grinds my shaft against my thighs, but it’s particularly tantalizing when she works over my knot. I move a hand between us to work her clit, and on an especially perfect grind, she reaches between us and brings me to her opening.

Our hands brush each other as she sinks down on my swollen length.

The water seems to make every sensation heightened.

I have no doubt it’ll be quite strange once we’re intimate without the pregnant belly. I’ve grown quite fond of the idea that every man who looks in her direction understands she’s taken.

My system doesn’t care at all that my sperm isn’t the one who fertilized her egg. She’s mine, and the baby will be too.

I just have to allow her to grow used to the idea.

Her nails dig painfully into my shoulders as she stretches up. I grin, meeting her in the middle for a tantalizing kiss that makes her moan. Pure male satisfaction pulses in my chest. Although, even I can admit that I’ve done very little.

My thumb circles her swollen clit with firmer pressure as she glides up and down my cock. She falls against my chest, softly begging for my bite.

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