*Killian*
With the first whisper of dawn casing in through the windows, I watch as my mate sleeps. Normally, I would slowly awaken her with kisses on her bared shoulder and gentle nudges, but I can’t quite bring myself to disturb her slumber this morning. Not when it might hasten the roiling of her stomach.
Last night, I took her three times before she contentedly drifted off to sleep. While I spent much of the time staring into the darkness, listening to her rhythmic breathing, inhaling her jasmine fragrance, I find myself hoarding the most insignificant of memories as though she might be snatched away from me. It’s ludicrous that I should worry so much when other matters are pressing in on me: ensuring my heir inherits a pack that is worthy of him with an income that will sustain him.
