Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 62488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
I held up my hands. “I was just trying not to freak out. He said to give it time, so I did that by not talking about it…at all.”
Blythe’s lips tightened and she turned to regard Keifer, revealing a small bump that I hadn’t seen before.
“You’re pregnant?” I screeched.
Blythe blushed.
“You’re accusing me of not talking to you, and you have something this huge, and you didn’t tell me?” I yelled, standing now.
“I’m not huge!” Blythe screeched back.
I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling.
“That’s not what I said, and you know it,” I stated.
She furrowed her nose at me.
“So…how was the sex?” Blythe asked.
Nikolai coughed.
“I…” I hesitated. “We haven’t…uhhh…had sex yet.”
Blythe’s mouth dropped open.
“You…then how…you have his mark!” She pointed at the tattoo.
I looked down, only now realizing that I was practically naked, only in a bra and a pair of panties.
“Shit,” I said, standing up and reaching for the blanket that was on the bed. “Why are y’all still in here while I’m naked?”
“You’re not naked,” Keifer argued.
Nikolai grabbed his brother in a choke hold and took him out of the room, leaving only me and Blythe.
“You’re my sister for real now!” Blythe said, jumping on the bed and rolling until she was lying on the made side of the bed.
I blinked, laughing under my breath as I realized that Nikolai had made the bed around me instead of waking me up.
“I haven’t decided to actually accept the mating yet,” I hedged.
Blythe gave me an eye roll.
“If you’re bearing the mark…something I’m still not sure how you’re doing if you haven’t had sex…then you’re his and he’s yours. No ifs, ands or buts. Trust me on this, you can’t run,” she said.
Then she did something with her fingers, and all of a sudden a fireball formed in her hands.
I gasped.
“Your hand’s on fire!” I screeched.
Apparently, screeching was the only octave I could handle this morning.
She looked at me curiously.
“You made my mate fight a figment of his imagination…and you’re saying something about me holding a ball of fire?” she asked.
I blinked.
Now that she put it like that, it did sound odd that I would question her use of a magical ability.
“I don’t even know how I did that,” I said.
Blythe smiled.
“The first night I started exhibiting powers, I caught my panties on fire,” she said.
I waited for the punch line, but there wasn’t one.
“You’re…what?” I asked in confusion.
She nodded as if I was in on some insider’s scoop.
“I really did. But I didn’t burn my skin. But I’ve miraculously never had to shave again since I burned off the hair. It’s been rather…interesting. The major thing is that I can hear other people’s thoughts…when I want to,” she added quickly when she saw the worried look on my face.
I visibly relaxed.
“Good,” I said. “Do you think you could make it so I didn’t have to shave anymore?”
She gave me a droll look.
“You’re weird,” she said. “Tell me how you and Nikolai got mated without actually fucking.”
I curled my lip at her. “Don’t say ‘fucking.’ It’s crude,” I said. “As for the ‘mating’ part of our ‘mating’, which I’m still not sure about; apparently the tattoo can appear without actual intercourse. Mine appeared after he touched me. When his sister was working on me, apparently I became very near death, and the mating was forced to save my life. I drew a monumental amount of energy from Nikolai that was able to heal me physically. Mentally, it took a little bit longer…or so I’m told.”
“Hmm,” she said. “Do you want to fuck him?”
I glared at her and she held up her hands.
“Sorry,” she said. “Keifer has a dirty mouth.”
I sighed and finally sat down, letting the sheet I’d grabbed in my haste to cover up drop as I did.
I reached for the shirt Nikolai had taken off the night before and shrugged it on before lying down next to her.
“I want to,” I said.
“Then why don’t you?” she asked.
I shrugged. “I’m nervous. I want to be with him, but to have it forced upon us makes me feel like it’s wrong. What if he resents me? What if I resent him?”
“Trust me on this,” she said. “You won’t resent each other. Everything you’re feeling now will all be clear after, and you’ll feel even more deeply and strongly for each other.
I sighed.
“I’m hungry,” I said.
She jumped up.
“Me, too!” she said, clapping her hands.
Then she jumped forward, tossed me a pair of sweatpants that were on the floor, and said, “Get them on.”
Needless to say, I ‘got them on’.
They were too big.
They were, of course, made for a man that was six foot three and two hundred twenty pounds.
Not me at five foot six inches and a hundred and thirty five pounds.
Well, a hundred and thirty five pounds when I was still working out. There was no telling what I weighed now.