Page 90 of Lost Girl

All I heard was bitten, raising the hairs at the nape of my neck. "Bitten by what, a damn leech?! Is she—"

"Not a bloodsucker,” he clarifies hurriedly. “By a wolf, but it's not just a nip. I'm talking about a full-on mauled bite. She needs to bleed, really bleed, before the witches do anything."

For once, I’m stunned to silence. I don’t care how adamant Kimi is on living a shift-free life, if he loves her, he can’t possibly be considering something of this nature. "Please don't tell me either one of you is considering this?"

My brother shrugs, almost in a helpless, defeated fashion. "She's begged me profusely and I'm not sure I can tell her no. I love her, T, and I want her to be happy. I don't know if I can do it, though. Maul the woman I love all so she can live her life in a subdued state?"

"Considering Persia isn’t at her best, I wouldn’t advise proceeding. Kimi hasyou, who knows exactly what she's about to experience. Why wouldn’t she want to roam free with you? Do you know how rare that is, wandering in your wolf form with your mate?"

"That's what I've told her, but she won't listen," he groans, scrubbing at his face in frustration.

"I say stand your ground then, brother. Put your foot down and tell her no, that you'll do everything in your power to make the first shift as easy as possible, and that's it. Who knows what else that spell might do to her? I wouldn’t risk it."

Soren nods in agreement, but that sense of defeat is still noticeable. "I've got two more weeks to try and convince her," he sighs, propelling me onto my feet and around the counter.

"You can do this.” I squeeze his shoulder reassuringly. “If she loves you as she claims, she'll understand you're coming from a good place. Besides, if she's pregnant, she won't be able to shift until the baby is born."

"Really?" He asks hopefully.

"That's what I've gathered from my findings. Their bodies won't allow them to shift when they're carrying. The question is,couldshe be pregnant?"

"It's possible." A smirk curls his lips.

"You bastard," I clap his shoulder again, “Marked the fuck out of her then, huh?"

His amber eyes shine with mirth. "On every surface of this house."

"Oh, what the fuck? C'mon!"

"Chill, bro,” he laughs. “Not in your room."

Thank fuck.My gaze drops to the counter. "How about the counter?"

"Yep." He pops the P.

"The table?"

Nods.

Yeah, I won't be eating there tomorrow.

?The Heart Wants What It Wants -

Selena Gomez?

Watching Tavi work shouldn't be this arousing.

It really shouldn't.

And yet here I am sweating like a bitch in heat. I brought a book to read in hopes to just breathe in the fresh air while the boys do their thing, but distracted isn't enough of a word to describe what seeing his chiseled body ripple and flex with each motion does to me.

We haven't been intimate since the day I let him take me. Well, not to completion, that is. Stolen kisses, hot and heavy make-out sessions, that’s as far as we’ve gotten before Soren’s bursting through the front door, bringing everything to a screeching halt. He’s not the only factor, though. If it’s not him, it’s the lack of time. Tavi’s been working hard during the days to get the house done, and those teas put me out on my arse before he can so much as rile me up once he makes it back to me.

The first few days weren't so bad—I was just thankful to be sleeping peacefully. But I'm starting to feel it. The need for him, to feel him pressing me into the mattress, having him all over me,in me, is more than I can bear.

I feel like I'm going insane.

On the flip side, I don’t know what the hell Persia put in those things, but I think it’s safe to say they’re effective.

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