by Danica Avet
Isola and Rosetta looked at each other with wide eyes. “They’re so going to fuck,” Isola whispered to her friend.
“Girl, did you see Saga’s face?”
The two tittered and bent their heads together to talk about what they’d witnessed. Grant stared at them, not sure how they could go from fighting to giggling. He met Bruce’s understanding gaze and shrugged.
“Wanna grab a beer?” he asked the bull moose.
“Sure.”
Together, they walked towards Ricky who was still staring after Saga with what Grant could only describe as a bovine lovesick look on his face. Grabbing his cousin’s arm, he led the bear towards the coolers holding the beer. Yup, looked like he and Bruce were going to have to teach Ricky how to love an Amazon.
* * * *
Izzy screamed as Grant slammed into her one last time, his seed spilling into her like a hot tide. Thanks to her mate’s efforts, she couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, could barely even think. Scratch that, she couldn’t think at all.
He’d fucked her good and hard and left her wanting more. She finally caught her breath and lifted her limp arms to stroke his quivering body. The scent of their lovemaking hovered in the air, citrus and rose and wild sex. If she could move her legs, she’d wrap them around her mate, but she was done for.
“Love you,” he growled against her neck. His voice vibrated through her body, lighting along all of her pulse points. “Love you so fucking much.”
“Love you, too.”
He moved slightly making her hiss as his cock dragged along her inner walls. This time, her legs obeyed her commands and snapped around his hips to hold him in place. He looked at her questioningly.
“I don’t want you to leave me.” Dammit, she sounded pathetic! “I mean, right now, like this instant. You can, you know, go places and um, stuff.”
He grinned at her. “I wasn’t planning to any time soon.”
Was it stupid to feel relieved? She didn’t care if it was, she had her mate right where she wanted him. He turned on his side, still clasped by her pussy, and arranged their limbs so they were both more comfortable.
They were quiet for a long time, just holding each other and listening to the sound of the party in the distance. They’d left at sundown because neither of them could take the anticipation any longer, and they’d spent that entire time teasing and torturing each other to orgasm. Izzy sighed gustily, contentedly. She’d never expected to be so satisfied. Ever.
But there was one thing niggling at her, and she knew she had to break this quiet peace. She cleared her throat, the sound unnaturally loud in the silence of their bedroom.
“Baby?” Grant murmured as he shifted his hold on her.
“I have to tell you something.”
Maybe she should’ve picked a different time to do this because he tensed against her. Shit, how to tell him? She wasn’t even sure how she felt about it, wasn’t sure if it was even true. But she had a suspicion and she had to share it with him. They were mates. They were supposed to share everything about each other.
“Isola, what is it?” His voice was so calm and steady, but she could feel the escalating tension in him.
Fuck. Better to just say it and get it over with. Right?
“I’m pregnant. I think. I’m not sure. I’ve never been pregnant before, so I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like and it’s not like I can ask my sisters without them saying something to piss me off and then I’d want to fight them and then you’d wonder what was going on and think I didn’t want to tell you and then we’d fight and—”
His hard lips stopped the torrent of words she couldn’t seem to halt. He teased her lips with his tongue until she opened to him. Then he conquered her mouth, sweeping in and throwing every single scared, senseless thought out of her head.
She clutched at his shoulders, pulling him to her until their bodies were molded from chest to hip. Gods, she loved this man so much, she sometimes thought she would burst from it. Tangling her fingers in his hair, Izzy enjoyed the taste of him until her body was so fired up with need, she moaned.
That’s when he pulled away. His eyes had gone completely black with need and his nostrils flared. Her arms were looped around his neck and she couldn’t help but touch the ring that had once been his piercing. He’d had it melted down to create a wedding ring for her even though neither of their people wore them.
“Woman, you make me so crazy,” he growled at her smile. “How do you feel about it?”
It? She loved his ring…Oh, right, the baby. “I don’t know. I’m um, nervous and a little scared. I don’t know how to be a mom or anything, and I have a feeling I’m going to want to kill you during the labor.” She tried to shrug, which was impossible in her position. Instead, she made a “meh” face. “I never really thought of myself as having kids, but if I have you at my side, I think I can do it.”
His smile was slow in forming, but once it crossed his face, her breath caught in her throat. “I bet you can.”
Her competitive side reared its head at the words. “You’re betting we can raise a kid and not fuck it up too much?”
Grant laughed and kissed her hard. “Baby, I bet we can do that and make a dozen more who come out somewhat normal. What do you think?”
Izzy thought about it a moment. Dozens of kids, huh? Some would be Amazons, some would be minotaurs. Some would look like her, some would look like Grant, and they’d all be pains in the asses because of their parents. She couldn’t help but grin.
“I’ll take that bet as long as we can rope your mom into babysitting.”
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Danica Avet was born and raised in the wilds of South Louisiana (that would be somewhere around Houma) where mosquitoes are big enough to carry off small children and there are only two seasons: hot and hotter. With a BA in History, she figured there were enough fry cooks in the world and decided to try her hand at writing. For eight years she played at writing, but in 2008, she decided to get serious and began down the rocky road to publication.
Unmarried with no children, Danica is the lucky pet of a compulsively needy dog and two cats. The pitter-patter of little feet has been known to make her break out into a cold sweat.
Writing is how she gives the voices in her head a way out. They speak to her constantly wanting their stories told and she does her best to accommodate them. She writes paranormal romance and may eventually branch out to contemporaries. When she isn’t writing, working, or contemplating the complexities of the universe, she spends time gathering inspiration from her insane family, reads far more than any sane person would want to, and watches hot burly men chase an oblong ball all over a field.
Also by Danica Avet
Siren Classic: The Veil 1: Ruby: Uncut and on the Loose
Siren Classic: The Veil 2: Succubus-in-Waiting
Siren Classic: The Veil 3: Lifestyles of the Fey and Dangerous
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