I glance at the shower while I soak in the tub. “You can’t honestly think the shower will hurt me,” I say to my mate as he rubs my feet.
Joseph smirks at me. “No, I don’t,” he says. “But I do worry about the pup. Perhaps after he’s born.”
I frown at him. I don’t know why I’m so fixated on it, but I am. I want to use the shower so badly. It’s probably because I was so poor, and I’ve never seen one, but he didn’t have one put in my bathroom. I’m pulled from my thoughts, though, as Joseph’s hand travels up my leg and to my core.
You have to stay silent, he links me as his eyes bore into mine. His finger swipes over that spot that makes me weak and I nod. Can you do that, Mate? Both the king and queen are lurking about tonight. I’ve smelled them both.
I nod in agreement. I can
