Page 87 of Destined Dawn
“There’s a pill you can take every day.”
“Great. Not onerous at all!”
“There’s also an injection. It lasts a couple of months.”
“Oh-kay,” she says, sounding more satisfied with that option, “that actually sounds helpful.” She glances down at Azlan. He has a hold of her hips and is still staring transfixed at her belly.
“Erm, Az,” I prompt.
My friend blinks several times in a row as if coming out of a trance.
“Shit,” he clears his throat, “shit, I’m sorry. Just the thought of you … it kind of hit me out of nowhere.”
“I’m not ready to have a baby,” Rhi says sternly.
“Yeah, I know, of course,” he says, nodding his head rapidly.
She gazes down at my friend and, just like earlier with me, her face softens and she strokes her fingers through his long hair.
“In the future though. If things are different … calmer. Then, I do want one, a whole family actually. Eventually,” she stresses. “Not right away.”
Azlan grunts, his grip tightening.
I groan.
“It’s … it’s, er, a mate thing, Rhi,” I try to explain. “The desire to knock you up can be–”
“Overwhelming,” Azlan growls.
Rhi swallows.
“Well, like I said,” she says, her voice trembling slightly with what I think is desire and not nerves, “I’m not ready for that just yet. But I do think it would be good to, you know, practice.”
“Practice,” Azlan growls a second time.
“Uh huh.”
“They do say practice makes perfect, Az,” I point out.
Azlan stands, and taking a hold of each of Rhi’s thighs, lifts her from the floor. “And this little mate of ours, does seem to be undertaking a fair bit of practicing.”
“Are you complaining?” she snarks.
“Not one little bit,” Azlan says, his mouth pressed against her throat. “I can’t get enough of listening to you come, little mate. Of listening to you getting fucked. Of fucking you myself.”
“Oh stars,” she mutters, legs winding around his waist, head falling backwards as he nibbles up her throat. And I understand what she means. Azlan is always so serious.When he breaks into the dirty talk, it’s fucking hot, especially with our girl in his arms, already shivering with lust.
“Can we share you, Miss Blackwaters?” I ask as my friend lays her down on the mattress, and yanks his shirt over his head. My heart ceases beating while I wait with bated breath for her reply.
We’ve already had her together once.
One time before. One time only.
She said she liked it. She says the idea of being shared turns her on. But those words were spoken when she was drunk. Has she changed her mind?
She peers over Azlan’s shoulder and crooks a finger in my direction. I don’t need to be asked twice. I’m stalking right over to the bed.
For a moment, I just stand and watch the two of them together – my fated mate and my best friend. He’s so much larger than her, so much stronger, packed solid with muscles that ripple on his naked back as he kisses her mouth and massages her tits hard with his hands. In comparison, she seems so small, so fragile, so soft.
