Page 15 of Bigfoot's Wife

Olwydd nods, a fond smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, she's pretty great. Don't tell her I said that, though. I've got a reputation to maintain."

I can't help but chuckle, remembering the playful banter between the siblings when she arrived to pick up her sons. Despite needling one another, it’s clear they love each other.

"She's a good mom, too," I add, thinking of how Braith handled the boys. "And those kids of hers are something else."

"They're little terrors," Olwydd grins, his pride evident, "but yeah, they're pretty awesome."

There's a moment of comfortable silence, and then he asks, "Do you want kids?"

And just like that a grenade is lobbed into our cozy little moment. Do I want kids? I did. Once upon a time, absolutely. I dreamed of a house full of laughter, tiny feet pattering on hardwood floors, bedtime stories, and sticky kisses. But then… Then came the scandal, and those dreams shattered like a champagne flute at a Greek wedding.

I swallow hard, pushing away the memories of parents pulling their children away from me on the sidewalk and in grocery store aisles loudly whispering, "HOME WRECKER" and "JEZEBEL".

Olwydd's brow furrows, concern etching itself across his features. "Hey, I didn't mean to upset you. We don't have to talk about?—"

"No, it's okay," I interrupt, forcing a smile. "It's just...complicated."

He nods, not pushing further, and I'm grateful for that. But now my mind is whirling. Possibilities I'd long since buried start to resurface. I’m not in that version of reality anymore. Olwydd doesn’t know about my past. None of the Sasquatches do, thankgod. He sees me as a good person—as the good person I want to be. I could put that all of my messy past behind me if I stayed here and…Whoa there, Bambi. Pump those brakes. We're barely at first base, and you're already planning the lineup?

I realize I've been quiet too long when Olwydd shifts uncomfortably.

What do I do now? Should I leave? I should probably leave. It's getting late, and I've got class in the morning. But... I don't want to go.

What is it you want, Bambi?

I look up and my eyes lock with Olwydd’s. A tingle runs through my system like a jolt of electricity and Kiki's words from earlier echo in my head:“Why not? You're here. The opportunity is in front of you."

She does have a point. Why not?

Then Kiki's voice pipes up again in my mind."Sasquatch sex is out of this world, I'm tellin' ya."

Oh, to hell with it.

Before my cautious side can talk me out of it, I launch myself across the couch at Olwydd. Our lips meet in a clash of surprise and sexual longing. For a moment, he's frozen, and I worry I've made a horrible mistake. Then his arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, and oh boy. Sasquatches run hot, apparently, because I feel like I'm melting into a puddle of goo.

The kiss deepens, and suddenly I'm straddling his lap, my fingers tangled in his silky fur. It's softer than I expected, like petting a giant, heavily-muscled and very powerfully built teddybear. A very enthusiastic teddy bear, if the growing hardness beneath me is any indication.

I break away, gasping for air. "Wow," I manage to squeak out because really thee are no words for what I just experienced. That was the hottest kiss ever.

Olwydd grins, looking dazed and delighted. "Wow indeed."

That's when I notice a faint red glow emanating from...down there. A humming accompanies it. "Um, Olwydd? You're... glowing."

He glances down, then back up at me, his grin widening without a hint of embarrassment. “Yes. It's my soulstone."

I blink. "You're what now?"

"My soulstone," he repeats, as if that explains everything. "It's glowing because of you."

Wow, so their penises glow. I did not expect that.

"Because of me?” I smile seductively.

How long has it been since I’ve smiled seductively? How long has it been since I've felt safe enough to unleash my womanly wiles? Too long. Far too long. And I do feel safe with Olwydd. It feels good. So I continue my seduction.

“You mean...because I turn you on?" Careful to avoid his fangs, I take his bottom lip between my teeth and suck on it. He groans and I almost shout with glee when his soulstone hums louder. “Because I get you hot? Is that why?”

“Partly,” he chokes out, his breath coming in pants. "Mostly it's singing because you're my true fated mate.”

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