Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Is.
It is not a compliment to be told your voice is basically the biggest part of you.
P’s thumb digs into my flesh throwing branches on both the erotic and outraged fires building beneath the surface. “I will correct the mistake of leaving her uninformed of that possibility while Gene will escort the two of you to your guest room where you can adequately…reconnect.”
I feel mentally inclined to clarify his statement.
Is that corporate speak for ‘please don’t bang on my couch’?
Fuck yes, it is.
“We’ll see you for breakfast, fate-in-laws, and hopefully, by then, emotions for reconciliation and forgiveness will be in working order so that we can move forward as the united family we were fated to be.” Between the strength of his tone and tightness of his hold I can hardly stop myself from moaning. “Good night.”
The two of them stand in tandem, Mom grabbing her new drink with one hand and Dad’s palm with the other. “Good night, dragonborn.” She lovingly tips her chin my direction. “Good night, young champion.”
In spite of all the years of her painful absence, the reaction is the same as I imagine it would be if there had been none. “Good night, Mom.”
Her green gaze brightens the entire room.
“Good night, Twiggy.” Dad straightens his posture and firmly states the most important thing I feel my bitterness tried to have me forget. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Immediately, I add, “Both of you.”
“This way, Sir Pennington and Lady Pennington,” Gene warmly insists on a cordial gesture.
The two of them follow our house genie towards the back set of stairs leaving us to use the main ones.
No conversation—internally or externally—occurs during our departure nor does it happen as we ascend the steps still joined by his hand on my neck. We don’t exchange glances. Fuck, we barely do more than take swigs from our respective alcohol containers until we’re behind the closed door to our bedroom that I’m guessing was waiting to be prepped for our bonding session by the untouched collection of materials on our mattress.
Hearing the glass bottle clink against the long, platinum shaded dresser successfully redirects all of my focus to him. “I was planning on telling you about the possibility for pregnancy over dinner.” His ass rests against the end of the furniture while I flop down on the edge of the seat at the foot of the bed. “And then when we didn’t quite make it to dinner, so my plan was to tell you in the DUV on the ride home.”
“And then we never made home it because I was taken.”
Ptur’s frame noticeably tenses just from the sheer mention of the night’s earlier string of events. “Correct.”
“Understandable, Beanstalk.” I have another sip of my booze and do my best to keep the heat rising between my thighs commanding for an orgasm at bay. “Explain it to me now.”
“It’s…difficult to explain.”
“Try.”
“For some reason, those mated to dragon shifters have a history of becoming pregnant during their bonding session. There’s no medical fact or theory on why. Perhaps that’s because it isn’t a cold hard guarantee, and honestly? I’m not even sure how likely it is for our particular bloodline. Z and Dae didn’t immediately conceive; however, Ana and A.D. did. According to the test she took, her dragonling was already growing by the time they had their first post bonding meal.” His hand slides into his pockets on an innocent shrug. “I cannot state for certainty when we will be given a little one or if you will carry it in your stomach or if the oldest way of the Parturient Egg will be used; however, what I can say is I believe that The Great Ones bestow upon you the gift of new life when they believe it’s the best time.” A loving glow grows in his gaze. “Much like they do when gifting you the presence of your Fated Mate.”
We probably should’ve discussed children much sooner, yet this moment for some reason feels perfect.
Maybe it’s because I finally have both of my parents in my life again.
Maybe it’s because I heard from their perspectives exactly how far they were willing to go and sacrifice themselves to protect me.
Or maybe this moment is ideal because after freeing so many innocent creatures I have an inkling of how far I would go to protect my own defenseless being.
My half.
Consummate.
“I think you’re right,” I happily coo as I place the glass down on the ground and rise to my feet. “I think The Great Ones gives us what we can handle, when we can handle it.”
He quirks an eyebrow prior to playfully asking, “I’m sorry, Pint-Size, is that twice in one day I’ve been right?”
“See, and now you’re wrong again.” Sauntering over is done with a sexy smirk. “You were right once yesterday and now once today.” I stop in front of him, grin still suggestive. “It’s well past after midnight.”