Page 36 of Delinquent Dette
“You two. How are you feeling?” Gaspard clapped his hands together, eyes bright and wide. Clearly, he was enthralled for them. “Two live eggs, and a whole lot of blanks.”
He pulled something from his pocket, a hand sanitizer and rubbed the alcoholic gel over his hands before gesturing Frikka to scoot to the edge of their nest. In older days, Frikka would have sent the male away, but he trusted Gaspard.
Frikka lowered the blanket to his hips, sat up straight, and let Gaspard feel along his belly, brow furrowed in concentration. “That nestblossom oil is a doozie. Nothing to it. You’re two weeks thereabouts, so I’ll see you in three? Let’s see.” Gaspard pulled away, looking at his phone. “Okay, Thursday at two p.m. Don’t have anything to eat that morning. We’ll have anall hands on deckprocedure with Bastien and Marc. We’ll give you a mild sedative and it’ll be just like a dream. If we have to do anything internal, it’ll be through a needle, and you’ll barely feel a thing.”
Gaspard typed some notes on his phone and sent Frikka and Sten his exact wording in a text. “So you don’t forget. I know I’m a bit of a mess when Ryan has a clutch, and he’s just as bad.”
Sten nodded and took a deep breath. “Anything I should be doing?”
Gaspard shrugged. “Ordinarily, I’d say to feed his hormonal needs, but this is a tender situation. If he’s amorous, take things slow, easy, and leave it to outercourse if at all possible.”
“Outercourse?” Frikka mouthed the word, brow furrowing. “Does this mean I fuck him?”
Gaspard pinched his nose bridge and took a deep breath. “Gosh, I forget how literal you two can be. Language barriers will be the death of us all. No, Frikka. Let me spell it out. Handjobs? Okay. Blowjobs? Okay. Getting knotted and fucked stupid? No.Do not. No knots. No rutting. If you need somethinginside, use fingers, no more than two or three—”
“Pepa, I think they understand now.” Bastien cleared his throat.
Frikka pouted. “But I can still fuck him, yes?”
Sten pursed his lips and glanced away as Gaspard sighed heavily. “If one must…”
Gaspard was more Dette than Drake when it came to his bedroom proclivities, so he had no room to judge. Sten was accustomed to long journeys at sea with many Drakes whotook turns, as it were.
When Sten glanced up, drawn from his thoughts, Frikka gave him a lingering side glance before making a gesture with his index finger and thumb in a circle, penetrating it with the index finger of his other hand. He then pointed at Sten with a wide, playful grin.
Sten stood quickly, giving Frikka his bestnolook. “I think my jaw will have a nice workout these few weeks.”
As if satisfied, Frikka laughed and grinned. “Thank you, Gaspard. And you, Bastien. We are in your debt.”
“I’m relatively certain Felix is inmy Detteat the moment,” Gaspard snorted as he glanced at his phone and waved them off.
“Pepa!” Bastien ushered him off and bid them farewell.
Sten had his work cut out for him. He rubbed his neck and jaw for a moment, lost in thought. “Dette! Come! I have the doctor’s orders!”
Prescription aside, Sten would make do. He always did and enjoyedevery moment of it.
Chapter Twenty
Frikka
As Frikka ran his hand over the taut surface of his belly, fawning over the small, round shape of it, it occurred to him that he carried much smaller than he would have thought for having so many blanks. Certainly his tracts were uncomfortable, but with only the two live eggs, it didn’t make much of a difference.
The only thing that really bothered him was waking that morning and being denied food. He was hungry enough to suck Sten’s cock just for the calories, but from what Bastien said, if he were to retch… The thought made a trickle of nausea rise in his throat.Nope! Nej! Not happening.
Sten rolled over in their nest, the blankets clean and scented of cedar from whatever wash they’d used. It paired well with Sten’s natural pine and bread scent. Rather like a good sourdough on a new cutting board. Frikka inhaled deeply. “I want bread.”
“You cannot have bread, Dette. The doctors come soon and I would be an ass if I let you eat something. We’re taking no risks.” Sten gave Frikka an affectionate nuzzle.
“Then I will have bread after. I’ll hold our two eggs and listen to their little minds join the world while I eat all the bread.” Frikka sighed with contentment.
“Could have eaten more bread yesterday.” Sten laughed and stood, shuffling off to get himself some clothes or bathe. Either was likely. Frikka had bathed the night before in preparation of what was to come. He didn’t even bother putting clothes on. Soon would come the time when they had little ones about and he’d have to wear the pants again. He missed the days of youth when running about with a skin cloth on was enough.
“I cannot hold more than a slice. The eggs may not be sticking out, but the space they make in me, by our magic, cuts things off.” Frikka had looked at X-rays of gravid Dettes before, and there were strange shapes and voids in bellies, but they never really made sense or occupied the space right. They made more sense inside of a dragon’s belly where they didn’t occupy some mystery gods-forsaken void.
Sten grunted off somewhere in the distance when the shower hissed to life. He rubbed the surface of his belly and sighed. “Soon, little ones.”
But it wasn’t soon enough. Frikka’s stomach growled with hunger, ending his peaceful moment. “Still want bread.”
