Page 89 of The Howl
I thought of the stain still on my stomach and really hoped it wasn’t permanent. Hopefully, the lifespan he was talking about was theirs.
“How long ago did it happen?” he asked.
“Yesterday,” I said.
“Oh, you’d be entering your second trimester then,” Madeline said. “Enough for someone with good ears to hear a heartbeat.” She looked at Fenris.
I did, too. He was standing there with his hand loosely over his mouth as if he was seriously following the conversation. I knew better. The tramp was laughing his butt off.
However, with all attention on him, he managed to remove his hand without showing a hint of his amusement and walked over to me.
“I’ll take a listen,” he said in all seriousness before dropping to his knees in front of me.
He reached up and slowly unzipped my jacket.
“So I can hear better,” he said.
It didn’t matter the reason. All I saw was a man on his knees before me, undressing me. My eyes went black, and hunger clawed its way to the surface, fierce and demanding.
“Worship me, wolf,” I said.
Fenris looked up at me, a hint of a smile showing on his lips.
“What exactly does that entail?” he asked, playfully.
I liked playful.
“Stop hitting on my woman,” Piepen yelled.
I bared my teeth and started to look up at the little gnat who needed to die.
Fenris grabbed my hips, commanding my attention.
“Before we work out the details of this worship you want, I think we should check to see if you’re carrying another man’s child.”
He set his ear against my lower belly. My hunger craved more. It demanded his lust, and his complete…
Obedience.
I closed my eyes, realizing I’d slipped again, and pulled my thoughts back to the moment. Fenris was helping me. Piepen needed to go. And stress was making me act weird. Nothing more. I wasn’t hungry; I was tired.
My hunger stirred to contradict me.
“No heartbeat,” Fenris said, standing. “Sorry, Piepen.”
I hurriedly rezipped my jacket.
“We can try again,” Piepen said, flying close to me. “Don’t give up on us.”
I rolled my eyes and struggled to find the remnants of my shredded patience.
“There is no us, Piepen. I took you in because Megan asked me to. Now I’m asking you to leave, willingly, so you can live a happy life with your own kind. There’s a brownie girl out there who is as desperate to make little brownie babies as you are. Go find her and be happy.”
His little eyes watered.
“This isn’t you. You’re upset that I—”
“You’re right. This isn’t me. I’m not the type of person who gets so angry that I close someone in a drawer or threaten to rip their wings off. I brought you here to keep you safe. From me. Please. Just go with them.”
