Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 505(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 505(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
I wiggle so I can move up his body and press my lips to his. “Be calm mate of mine. This is going to be a long pregnancy if you can’t let me go when I have to pee.” I know even in his sleep he can hear me. His body relaxes and he loosens his hold. I’m lucky I actually have to go pee or else that wouldn't have worked. My mate’s nose is killer and he can smell a lie a mile away. Even a freaking fib or the tinge of white lie. I don’t think it would normally be a big deal, but being pregnant and his worrying about everything does not help when I can’t even tell a small, little, tiny, itty-bitty white lie without him catching it and going more caveman than he already is.
I huff, still annoyed about being busted for saying my feet didn't hurt the other night. We’d gone out for a stroll in town after dinner. I was enjoying the night. My feet did ache but not enough to worry about. When he asked me and I said they were fine I knew I was busted before I even got the words out. I was in his arms being carried back home. I tried to pout about it but, Kane being Kane, he had his mouth between my legs and all was forgotten until the next day. He was very good at distracting me.
I’d be a liar though if I said it wasn't the sweetest thing in the world to see his face when he realized I was mad at him. Before he’d put it between my legs, that is. He didn't know what to do with himself for a second. I had to fight a laugh. Yeah, he could be over the top at times but I wouldn't have him any other way. I came from a life of no one wanting me, so having someone who couldn't get enough of me was a shock. He cared about every breath I took as if it were his own.
I slip from the bed to use the bathroom then tiptoe back through our bedroom. Kane's arm is outstretched waiting for me to return to bed where he’d lock me in his arms again, but today I have a surprise for him. He hadn't told me it was his birthday, but luckily Ravana had. She gave me a heads up the other day but told me he hates celebrating.
That was his life before. I know he’d enjoy celebrating with me and I’m going to make sure this birthday is everything he wants, as will the rest of his life. He was always alone in life, like me. Then he died and became a part of a new family—one he’d given to me as well. I put my hand on my ever-growing stomach, smiling because this family was growing.
I slip downstairs dropping clothes as I go and leaving a trail for him to find. Not that he needs one. He could find me anywhere without a single crumb. Our unbreakable mated link ties us to each other.
Once I’m naked I push out the glass double doors, grabbing the blanket I’d left here last night. The sun is fading away, but the full moon is already high, lighting up the sky.
I lay out the blanket, knowing I don’t have much time before my mate comes looking for me. I gather the loose rose petals that have fallen around his rose garden and throw them onto the blanket before I lie down for his taking. I smile when I hear my name bellowed from inside the house.
In the blink of an eye my mate is outside standing over me. His broad bare chest heaves. I don’t know if it’s because of how fast he’d moved or the sight before him. I’m going to guess both.
“Happy birthday,” I tell him, resting up on my elbows. His eyes roam over my body.
“You left the house,” he growls. I can tell he’s trying to be grumpy about that fact but it’s hard for him.
“Just to your rose garden.” He falls to his knees. If I didn’t know better I would think his legs gave out. Maybe they did.
“I don’t like you far from me.” He falls over me, caging me beneath his big body.
“I’d never go far from you.” I trail my finger down his chest along one of his scars. He growls at my soft touch. He craves my attention as much as I crave his.
“I worry you will tire of my overbearing ways,” he admits.
“Feel me, Kane.” I open to him. Let him into every part of me. He soaks it in with a groan as he enters my soul. No part of me is untouched by him. This is how mates are meant to be. “I need your ways. They make me feel so loved. Wanted—”