Page 28 of Seducing Scylla
“Just the island. Asking for some books.” I shrug with a grin.
I walk toward her, and she grabs my wrists pulling me back into the furs with her.
“Are you not happy here, my mate?” Small frown lines mark between her brow as she looks down at me in her arms.
I cup her cheek in my hand, her eyes closing as she leans into my touch.
“I couldn’t be any happier than I am with you.” And it’s the truth.
I stopped trying to differentiate between what was the mate bond and what was “real” the day Scylla rescued me from the awful manwho took me to lure her in so that he and his buddies could do disgusting things to us. I had already decided that I was going to see where this relationship went, mate bond be damned, and I haven’t regretted a single moment of it.
Despite how I got here being the most terrifying event of my life, it somehow worked out for the best. But if I ever meet those meddling Fates, they’ll certainly be getting a piece of my mind. The Fates couldn’t have organized a luxury cruise to bring me here?
“You are thinking very loudly.” Scylla runs the pad of her finger between my brows, smoothing the crease that has formed there.
I smile at her, tilting my chin in a silent request. She meets me halfway, her mouth capturing mine, soft and gentle.
“You will tell me if you are not happy?”
I nod, placing another soft kiss upon her lips. “As long as you are here with me, I’m happy.”
The End.
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Bonus Epilogue
Scylla
“So, uh… tell me about these eggs of yours.”
I glance up at Morgan who is stoking the fire pit, avoiding eye contact by keeping her hands busy. I can think of other things that will keep her busy, and her eyes on me.
“They are oval, usually a very creamy colored shell, not unlike the color of your skin. We do get the odd brown one though. When you crack them—”
Morgan cracks up laughing. Her laugh is not a light twinkling sound, it is big, brash, and loud. And I adore it. Just as I adore her. Her hands wrap around her middle as tears well in her eyes. They no longer make me worry, my mate informing me they are happy tears. Humans are very strange creatures indeed.
“Not the eggs from the hens!” She wipes at a tear in her eye, her face flushed from laughing so hard.
“Youreggs.” My—OH.
I clear my throat. “I am able to produce my own eggs, but they could not be fertilized until I was mated.”
“So, you decide when to create these eggs?”
“Yes.” I cannot think of why she might be asking about my eggs.
“And now that we’re mated, you can decide to create a fertilized egg?” She is being coy, and I feel as if she is up to something.
I frown, still not following. “Yes…” I trail off.
“How would you feel if I asked you to create a fertilized egg?”
It’s barely a whisper, her hands wringing in her lap where she sits in front of the fire.
“What would we do with a fertilized egg?”
She groans. “Must I spell it out for you? I am asking if you want to have a baby. With me.”
