Page 146 of Hawke
She was in her wolf form for only ten minutes, enough for Tyr to shift and for Anaki to get his damn fucking picture. It was now framed and hung up at the back of the bar, just like Grim and Journey’s picture.
Delilah’s wolf was a sight to behold, with her golden locks and mesmerizing blue eyes. Her fur was thicker than the average wolf, the front of her body resembled that of a golden retriever. It did not reduce the intensity of her glare when Anaki attempted to pet her as if she were a domesticated animal.
Our wolves got to know each other. Tyr was ecstatic he could get a good whiff, and Delilah’s wolf was equally happy. Delilah had yet to name her and suggested that I name her, but that was a tradition that was uncommon for shifters.
Shifters had never named our animals until humans came into the picture.
Journey started this new tradition of naming the animal part of us, and Delilah wanted to continue it. But me naming my mate’s wolf? It seemed like a task too difficult to handle. I found it more stressful than picking a name for our pup.
Delilah’s body relaxed as my knot slipped from her body. Come slid from her but the urge to shove it back inside her was gone. She was already with a pup, and the wastefulness Tyr used to see was no longer there.
“I need to clean you up,” I muttered.
Delilah’s eyes were fluttering shut as I lifted myself from her body.
Her leg was still pushed close to her head. She was fucking flexible as hell, and I loved it.
I wonder if she did gymnastics as a teenager.
I lowered her leg and motioned for her to stay as I hopped off the bar and warmed a rag with some water. I watched her, like a damned treat as she laid there. Her stomach was still mostly flat, but you could see it was already changing.
It was slightly rounded, and her breasts were faintly fuller. If I hadn’t known she was pregnant, I would have thought my rough lovemaking would have been the culprit, but no.
I put a damn baby in her.
I was angry at first when I found out my mate was pregnant. She didn’t consent to it, neither did I. I didn’t think we were ready for something like that. I hadn’t fully gained her trust back about not leaving again. She was thrust into our world, forced into a bond because of a sickness, and now she was also tied to me with a baby.
But she…accepted it.
And damn, it made me happy.
Because we made ababy.
Two parts of us made a baby.
I wrung out the warm towel, still staring at her body on the bar like a meal to be eaten. She giggled, covering her face with her hands. “Stop looking at me!”
I cleared my throat, trying my best not to look at her sexually. I had another mission, and that was to take care of my mate and not sport another raging boner.
I wiped between her legs, her folds, looking at every bruise, every bite and mark before it faded. Her healing abilities were just as strong as mine now and as much as I loved her being human and seeing my marks on her body after a good fuck, seeing her heal was satisfying, too.
I rinsed the rag, adding soap to it as well. She had her own soap she kept under the bar when she worked. Some girly smelling shit, it would get most of the sweat and sticky shit off of her. I wouldn’t be able to wash her hair, but I would take care of that in the morning.
I hummed, washing between her toes, and she giggled, trying to pull away.
“How long is a pregnancy for a shifter?” Delilah asked as I helped her sit up.
“Four months.” I pulled her up to sitting and handed her my shirt.
Her eyes widened. “Four months?” she squeaked. “That’s it?”
“How long does a human pregnancy last?” I picked her up from the bar and cradled her in my arms and headed to the stairs.
“Wait, where are we going!” Her head peaking over my shoulder. “We gotta clean the bar. People eat there!”
“I know,” I winked at her.
“Hawke! I’m serious!”
