When we get up to our suite, Sinclair settles on the sofa with me in his lap, at last able to greet our pup properly. He runs his hands over my belly, his eyes drinking in every inch of my changed body. Just look at you. He marvels, his gaze lingering on my ever-enlarging breasts and the sudden protrusion of my popped belly button. I can’t wait until I get you alone. His wolf says in my mind. I’m going to strip you naked and kiss every inch of your beautiful body.
And you, my sweet pup. He adds, letting me hear his words to our son. I can’t believe how big you’ve gotten. I wish I could keep you safe in there forever, but I think you’re outgrowing your Mommy.
To my surprise, Rafe doesn’t respond, except to send a pulse of sullen energy through our bond – a request for my affection inste
