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Uh, what?“But there’s only one bed.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m aware.”

“There’s no couch.” There was a small table, and a wardrobe that had an inbuilt section with a fridge and a microwave. TheTV was mounted on the wall. The bathroom was the size of the bedroom.

“Again, I can see that.”

I swallowed hard. “We’ll have to share a bed.” I sounded like a loser right now, but I was trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was going to have to sleep in a bed that already seemed too small to contain Nate’s huge frame, with the man himself. Together. Body to body.

He sat up and walked over to me. “Stop panicking.”

I wasn’t panicking. Was I panicking? I didn’t feel like I was panicking.

Okay, maybe a little.

Shaking his head, he wrapped his hands around my upper arms. “I promise you, we can sleep in the same bed without any threat to your virtue, Wren. I’m thousands of years old. I’ve learned a little restraint in that time; I can keep my hands to myself.” His lips quirked upwards. “If that’s what you want, of course.”

I flushed red. “It’s not you I’m worried about,” I blurted out. I had very visceral flashbacks to humping his leg on the plane.

He gripped my chin, tilting my head up so I was forced to meet his eyes. “I’m not worried about my virtue either,mo stóirín.You can have what’s left of it, anytime you need it.” His gaze dropped to my lips, and there was an almost visceral lust in them.

My breath lodged in my lungs. “Nate…”

“You are so beautiful,” he breathed. “Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you, little one. Tell me this isn’t what you want, and I will never touch you again, I swear it on my immortal soul.”

Words lodged in my throat. I wanted him to touch me more than anything. More than I wanted oxygen.

The babies fluttered in my stomach, throwing a metaphorical bucket of cold water over my raging libido. “Nate, I’m pregnant.”

He chuckled. “I am fully aware of that fact.” The teasing light left his eyes, replaced by seriousness. “If this isn’t what you want, just say the words, Wren, and I swear on my honor that I will treat you with nothing but respect. I’ll be your friend and nothing more.”

I let out a frustrated huff. Me? Not wanthim?That was literal insanity. How did I explain to him that I wasn’t lithe and nubile anymore? I wasn’t anyone’s fantasy.

I frowned up at him. “I’m not… I’m big. And I have stretch marks now. I’m not pretty anymore, and my body will never snap back to what it once was.”

He stepped away, and being proven right felt like shit. I pushed the feeling down. I wasn’t an irresponsible single person anymore. I had to think of the future, not just my needs right now.

“I want you, but I can’t do no-strings sex anymore. My hormones are wild, and my stupid brain will eventually construe the care as something more.”

He blinked at me slowly, then lurched forward. Grabbing my face in his hands, he kissed me hard. His lips claimed mine, and I felt it right down to my toes. The golden threads whipped around us like a lightshow. “I want the strings,mo stóirín.I want everything you’ll give me.”

He picked me up easily, and I could see the threads wrapping around us like golden ropes, tying us together. At least, I did until he kissed me and I closed my eyes, succumbing to the taste.

He paused, his arms still under my ass, holding me tightly to him. “Say the words one more time, Wren. Tell me this is what you want.” His words passed over my skin like a shivering promise.

“I want you, Nate.”

And fuck me, I didn’t care what the future held, because this right here? It felt like fate.

Chapter 14

NÉIT

Iwas obsessed. This woman had wrapped her tiny hand around my heart and squeezed. She had me now, and I wanted to claim her as mine in every way she’d let me.

The feel of her tight little cunt around my fingers was a visceral memory, and if I closed my eyes, I could remember exactly how she felt, fluttering around me as she came. Fuck me, my dick was achingly hard. I was going to add epic blue balls to the ways that you could murder an immortal.

But more than my need to bury myself in her, I needed her to want me too. For the first time in so long, my fucking wouldn’t be shrouded in subterfuge. She saw me completely, and I hadn’t realized how much honesty had been missing in my hookups.

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