Page 18 of Boss Level

“And that only lasts a few days?”

“Correct. Then you will birth the egg, and it will be mine to protect.”

“Okay.” I nod, sitting up and looking at my mates. Kili and Tristan look a little green. The rest of my men look perfectly content. “Kili, can I talk to you out on the balcony?” I ask, moving to climb off the bed. Cato’s hand snaps out and snakes me around the waist, hauling me back into him. He growls for a moment into my ear before clearing his throat.

“Sorry about that. I might be more possessive than usual during this time. I'll explain to your mother the situation while you speak with Kili.” Cato releases me, and then quickly makes his way out of the room. I watch Kili mechanically make his way out of the room, and I chuckle as I follow him onto the balcony.

“So…” I say as he leans forward, resting his arms on the balcony railing. “You doing okay? You looked ready to pass out in there.”

“I’m fine,” he grunts, and I smile.

“We’re all fine. Our enemies are dealt with, and I’m about to push out an egg,” I tease, and Kili nods his head slowly. “Tell me what’s bothering you. Is it the thought of being a father that's got you so bothered?” I ask, tilting my head as I watch him.

“I killed my own father. What if I’m just like him?” he whispers, and my heart cracks a little. My poor sweet mate.

“Are you like him now? Have you ever been like him? Did you treat your siblings as poorly as he treated you?”

“No!” Kili whirls around to face me, eyes wide, looking betrayed that I would ask him these questions.

“Then why would you think you’d suddenly change when it came to our children?” I step into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You’ll be just as good of a father to this little Dragon as you were to Crow,” I say gently, looking into his eyes so he can see how true my words are. How deeply I believe them.

“I love you,” Kili says, claiming my lips in a kiss so consuming it steals my breath. My heart races, and I lean into him fully. Getting lost in the kiss.

“I love you too,” I say when we finally break apart.

When we make it back into the room, Tristan is standing there waiting for me.

“I made you a bath. Can I bathe my mate?” Tristan asks, and I nod, taking his hand, and following his lead.

“Oh, wow, Tristan…” I whisper as I take in the sight before me.

Around the massiveclaw foot tub that takes up the majority of the space, candlelight flickers cast dancing shadows on the white tile. Looking down, I spot a trail of rose petals that lead the way into the water, where they drift in the steam.

“We haven’t had a moment together in so long. I want you all to myself before your hormones take over,” he chuckles, but I can hear the tension in his voice.

“I can tell you’re worried, or at least nervous about this, um, egg?” I can’t help but giggle, because laying an egg just sounds ridiculous.

“My father was an evil man, and I killed him myself.” Tristan shakes his head, sighing heavily. He turns away from me, and I move so he can’t hide his face.

“Kili said something similar. You’re not your father, Tristan. You’re one of the best men I’ve ever known. Do you know how much I love you?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his waist, before resting my head on his chest.

“I’m just nervous, but I’m not running away, Badger. How could I? There isn’t another woman alive like you. And as scared as I am, I’m ready for what comes next. I’ll love this child with everything I am, just as I love its mother.” He kisses the top of my head. “Now let me pamper you and get you ready for all the sex you’ll soon be having,” Tristan teases, stepping away from me but not taking his hands off my body. He pulls my shirt off first before helping me out of my pants.

I take the chance to pull the pebbles out of my bra, placing them on the counter before removing my bra. When I tug my thong down my hips, I bend over with my ass toward Tristan.

“Fucking hell. You’re stunning.” I preen under his praise and the clear admiration in his voice.

“Your turn,” I say, helping Tristan lift the shirt over his head, then kneeling to slide his pants down his legs after he kicks off his shoes. He’s not wearing boxers, and I bite my lip when I see he’s already hard. “Are you going to wash me?” I ask, turning away from my mate, so I can step into the bath. The water is the perfect temperature. I sink in deep, moaning.

“You’re like a siren, calling to me to drown in your tempting waters.”

I giggle at his cheesy compliment and rest my head back against the edge of the tub, closing my eyes. The water moves and rises as Tristan climbs in with me. I can’t hold back my smile when he parts my legs, moves between them, and pulls me into his lap.

My eyes pop open when he takes my nipple between his lips, sucking hard. I gasp, pushing my hands into his black hair. His magenta eyes draw me in.

Just like when we met, I grind against his hardness, making him groan. The friction against my clit is electric, my pleasure doubling from the feel of his mouth on my nipple.

“I was planning to wash you. Take my time cleaning your body and massaging your hair before this…” Tristan says when he releases my nipple.

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