Page 88 of Banished Mates
So commenced the porcelain treatment.
The thump of the driver’s side door slamming shut resonated and Kit stormed over, eyebrows lowered. Moody werewolves.
I sighed and pinched my nose. Camden was a bad influence on him.
“You went to the doctor... suspecting this?” Kit snapped, fire practically spitting from his gaze.
That speck on his shoulder looked especially enthralling...
“Willow,” Camden warned, narrowing his eyes. Kit gently wrapped his arms around my torso and lifted me from the ground.
I bared my teeth, kicking out my feet.
“Stop being so obstinate,” Kit snapped as he finagled me into a sitting positioning onto a furry back. Rowan’s ears flicked and I gawked up at Kit who braced me. He’d placed me on the middle of his back.
A palm fell over my shoulder and Camden’s chest pushed into my spine.
This banding-together thing... I exhaled steadily.
“Whose child is it?”
I twisted to scowl at Camden.
“It doesn’t matter whose DNA it is,” Kit responded, narrowing his eyelids.
“You can say that because you’re twins. I want a child that looks like me and the woman I love.”
Kit’s jaw twitched. Rowan’s heat radiated through the jeans. It was much more comfortable up here than I thought it would be. It was all that plush fur of his.
“Touché.”
I rolled my eyes. Of course, this was how it went. Rowan buried his nose in my hair, huffing out a breath. From the tension of his shoulders, he was shaken.
“Either way, we’re pregnant... and we can have more until we have all our DNA mixed with her.”
They were one hundred percent going to want to continue to fill me until we had a fucking litter. Camden’s fingers flexed on my shoulders and Kit raked his hair back with shaking fingers. My shoulders lowered. I shouldn’t have taken off.
Guilt twisted my gut. It was a worst-case scenario. I didn’t mean to scare them this badly.
“Promise never to leave without one of us.”
I pressed my lips together, focused on Kit’s chin and tipped my chin down in agreement. He grunted and lifted me into his arms.
“How did you guys know?”
“Rowan saw you leave and contacted us.”
“We caught up to you when you left the Post Office.”
I narrowed my eyes at Camden. “No shit, we put trackers on everything, Willow.”
I shouldn’t have been surprised, but it really fucking came in handy. It wasn’t like I would leave again. Lesson learned. My mates protected me and I would not be stubborn about it.
Camden’s nose grazed my head. “I really hate that I can’t smell your sweet honey when you take that shit.”
“It’s what allows her some free—”
“I know, Kit,” Camden grumbled.
