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“It’s my turn to take care of you,” she whispered. “After all, I lied and snuck out. Don’t I deserve to make it up to you?”
Her eyes held such wicked delight and pleasure as she kissed her way down my chest, licking lazily at my trail of dark hair. Then she was tugging down my shorts, smiling when my length sprung up, already half hard.
“I’ve been bad.” Her lips moved against the tip of my length. “Sobad. Maybe you should teach me a lesson, Zephyr. Make sure I pay in severe punishment for my choices.”
“Yeah?” I asked, my voice shaking as I fell to her whims. My fingers slid into her hair. Oh, I would punish her. I’d use her throat until she was hoarse. I’d keep her choked on me until it was all she could think about. I would chase away uncertainty and tears with pleasure and make sure she thought only of me, of our future, of the fact that we could explore these darker sides of our desire in the future.
We had time spreading before us.
Endless. Hopeful.
Adalyn’s mouth sank down on my length, and I moaned, bucking up into the warm heat. I would lament her moaning, missing out on it by keeping her mouth full, but I would find new sounds for her to make that night.
And when I finished down her throat, I smirked at her before pulling her up my body. I had her pants and underwear slipped off her in seconds and lay back, smiling and spent.
“Come here,” I murmured, my hands sliding up her thighs. She settled over my face, smiling down at me. A blush rose on her cheeks as she sank down onto my waiting mouth,and I delved into her with my tongue, holding her thighs open over me.
And beneath the moon, I pleasured her, listening to her cries spill out into the night, and I knew that I would never, ever tire of hearing her. And I knew how lucky I was that this could be my future.
I would never part from Adalyn again.
A new future.
One we pledged to together.
Chapter 21 - Adalyn
We walked back to the sanctuary not long after I had climaxed, right there, beneath the watching eye of the moon. Zephyr had spilled so much that I couldn’t think straight, but it all made sense.
Everything connected. My dreams, the pull between us, the sickness.
The fact that I was…
That I was carrying Zephyr’s baby.
Ashifterbaby.
The thought knocked the breath from my lungs, causing me to feel less sure about my future than ever.
Once we were back inside the sanctuary, Zephyr took me into the pool, where I let myself fall into his arms, leaning back against his chest. He cupped water in his hands and poured it over my bare body. He massaged my chest, poured water over my shoulders, and rubbed the muscles in my thighs. I hadn’t realized how much it had taken out of me to train these past few days as well as tend to the shields.
I held my stomach again, trying to comprehend that not only was I carrying a baby but that Zephyr had scented them before I knew. Jealousy speared me, sudden and intrusive, a thought I didn’t want to have. I had no need to feel jealous.
But he had known about our child before me.
It had been just over a week since we had first had sex that night we had gone underground. It was possible—I knew witches who had reported symptoms after a week and carried a healthy baby. Maybe the process was even faster when a shifter was the father.
I felt the man behind me and relaxed. I was safe, he was there, and that settled me.
He had come to find me when I had snuck out. I turned in his arms to face him. He had shed his clothing, as I had, and stood as bare as me.
My wolf, I thought.
Once, I had hated those watchful eyes as they pierced me with all of his hatred and need for vengeance, his fury narrowing into the nearest witch he got close to. But now they pierced me with adoration, the weight of his full attention on me. I was starting to think it was one of my favorite feelings.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked with a slow smile.
“You,” I answered and kissed him lightly. He held my hips, rubbing circles into my hip bones.
