long-lost nephew.” He released her abruptly and stepped back. “There is clothing for you inside the armoire, and more is packed for our journey. If you’d like a shower, the bathroom is stocked with all the things you’ll need. We depart within the hour. You’ve napped away a majority of the day.”
She stood—confused, aching, and empty—as he walked out of an adjoining door and closed it behind him.
Bridon walked into the adjacent bedroom. His cock was aching, and his balls felt like lead weights. Taking on the role of a dominant was easier than he thought, control and confidence exuding from him naturally. With Aislynn, he’d always had to play the gentleman. With Willow, he could allow the animalistic side of himself free rein. Despite his best intentions to detest being so brash and demanding with his Fated, he discovered he enjoyed it. Even more importantly, so did she.
Fates, but she smelled amazing. She was so beautiful as she woke, framed on the pillows by her long strawberry blonde hair, her full pink lips soft and eager against his. It took all of his control not to slide farther down the bed and bury his cock inside her. She was so wet, hot, and needy. He probably could have taken her if he tried. Or in the very least, he could have tasted her…
“By the smile on your face, I’d say it went well,” Ian chided mockingly, turning to face Bridon instead of the fireplace.
Instead of scowling, Bridon’s smile went wide, and Ian’s eyes bulged in shock. “She’s exceptional, Ian. More than I ever could have hoped for.”
“Did you consummate the bond and speak the words?” Ian glanced down at Bridon’s neglected arousal and cleared his throat. “I suppose not.”
He shook his head but retained the grin. “When she woke, we were…indisposed. My mind was elsewhere.”
Ian chuckled and turned away to face the fireplace as Bridon made his way to the armoire across the room. There was much to reveal to Willow, but the time and place were not of his choosing. There were others of her kind who were due the honor of explaining things to his Fated. He had already given his oath on the matter. Soon, she would meet Deacon, the baby boy who would unite two different and warring races—vampire and wolf. Sadly, it wasn’t going to be a happy family reunion. Too many factors prohibited it.
“Don’t you fear that she will flee during the daylight hours of your journey?” Ian questioned in concern. “You won’t reach the barrier for at least a week, and you have the full moon well before that.”
“Lycae are devoted creatures when it comes to family. Willow will want to see her nephew. She never would have stepped into the entrapment otherwise. If nothing else, the promise of meeting him will keep her at my side.” He hesitated when broaching the subject of the full moon. If the bond between them wasn’t consummated sexually before then, it would soon be. Fated Lycae couldn’t resist the pull of the moon when in the presence of their mates. He chose to answer evasively, sliding into his most comfortable and worn pair of leather pants. “I’ll handle the heat of the moon when the time comes.”
Ian chuckled. “I’m sure you will.”
Bridon pulled a thin shirt over his head, followed by an expensive sweater. He wore the added material not for himself but for Willow. The nights in the Otherworld were often cold, especially in the fall, and his Chosen might not care for the chill, being an abnormally warm-blooded creature. The problem was, as a vampire, his skin was naturally inclined to be brisk.
He had fed hours before he had taken his Fated to bed, needing to appear as normal as possible. Soon the deception would be revealed, and she would learn how his body was constructed and worked. It was something that always happened after a feeding. The body became warm from sustenance and slowly grew cool.
Ian couldn’t have timed his next question better, considering where his mind was.
She stood—confused, aching, and empty—as he walked out of an adjoining door and closed it behind him.
Bridon walked into the adjacent bedroom. His cock was aching, and his balls felt like lead weights. Taking on the role of a dominant was easier than he thought, control and confidence exuding from him naturally. With Aislynn, he’d always had to play the gentleman. With Willow, he could allow the animalistic side of himself free rein. Despite his best intentions to detest being so brash and demanding with his Fated, he discovered he enjoyed it. Even more importantly, so did she.
Fates, but she smelled amazing. She was so beautiful as she woke, framed on the pillows by her long strawberry blonde hair, her full pink lips soft and eager against his. It took all of his control not to slide farther down the bed and bury his cock inside her. She was so wet, hot, and needy. He probably could have taken her if he tried. Or in the very least, he could have tasted her…
“By the smile on your face, I’d say it went well,” Ian chided mockingly, turning to face Bridon instead of the fireplace.
Instead of scowling, Bridon’s smile went wide, and Ian’s eyes bulged in shock. “She’s exceptional, Ian. More than I ever could have hoped for.”
“Did you consummate the bond and speak the words?” Ian glanced down at Bridon’s neglected arousal and cleared his throat. “I suppose not.”
He shook his head but retained the grin. “When she woke, we were…indisposed. My mind was elsewhere.”
Ian chuckled and turned away to face the fireplace as Bridon made his way to the armoire across the room. There was much to reveal to Willow, but the time and place were not of his choosing. There were others of her kind who were due the honor of explaining things to his Fated. He had already given his oath on the matter. Soon, she would meet Deacon, the baby boy who would unite two different and warring races—vampire and wolf. Sadly, it wasn’t going to be a happy family reunion. Too many factors prohibited it.
“Don’t you fear that she will flee during the daylight hours of your journey?” Ian questioned in concern. “You won’t reach the barrier for at least a week, and you have the full moon well before that.”
“Lycae are devoted creatures when it comes to family. Willow will want to see her nephew. She never would have stepped into the entrapment otherwise. If nothing else, the promise of meeting him will keep her at my side.” He hesitated when broaching the subject of the full moon. If the bond between them wasn’t consummated sexually before then, it would soon be. Fated Lycae couldn’t resist the pull of the moon when in the presence of their mates. He chose to answer evasively, sliding into his most comfortable and worn pair of leather pants. “I’ll handle the heat of the moon when the time comes.”
Ian chuckled. “I’m sure you will.”
Bridon pulled a thin shirt over his head, followed by an expensive sweater. He wore the added material not for himself but for Willow. The nights in the Otherworld were often cold, especially in the fall, and his Chosen might not care for the chill, being an abnormally warm-blooded creature. The problem was, as a vampire, his skin was naturally inclined to be brisk.
He had fed hours before he had taken his Fated to bed, needing to appear as normal as possible. Soon the deception would be revealed, and she would learn how his body was constructed and worked. It was something that always happened after a feeding. The body became warm from sustenance and slowly grew cool.
Ian couldn’t have timed his next question better, considering where his mind was.
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