Free Web NovelChapter 283: Snack Their
But the craving didn’t fade. It pulsed, insistent.
Voss must have read it on her face, the way his dark eyes tracked the slight tension in her jaw, the way her fingers kept absently tapping against her thigh. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead, a warm, lingering kiss that smelled like smoke and pine.
"Let me get those for you," he said quietly, already moving to go into the fels space. He got a few packets of chocolate and some fresh eggs. Voss weighed them in his palm with that calculating look he got, the one that meant he was running numbers and odds behind those sharp eyes.
"I’ll go trade these for some berries and chillies. Even though it’s late, I bet someone’s still selling something in the main market." His thumb brushed her cheek. "Or if not, I’ll go first thing in the morning. Alright, my love?"
Felicity nodded, though her stomach clenched with disappointment. She wanted them now. The tart burst of berry, the sharp kick of chilli on her tongue, but she swallowed the impulse and pressed her palm flat against his chest. "Morning’s fine." ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
He kissed her again, this time on the mouth, slow and thorough, and then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him with that quiet precision he did everything.
Morning came grey and wet, the kind of drizzle that soaked through everything without ever quite committing to rain.
Felicity watched from the window of the second floor as Voss shifted at the edge of the manor, his dark fur rippling over muscle, bones cracking and reforming in that fluid, nauseating way that never stopped making her stomach flip, and then he was a wolf, massive and sleek, loping down the dirt track toward Bowral’s main district without so much as a backward glance
Victor had already risen. She’d felt him leave, the mattress shifting as his weight disappeared, followed by the soft rustle of wings being folded tight against his back. Ivan had gone with him, a brief press of lips against her temple, the scratch of stubble, and then the quiet thud of boots on stone. Off to wrangle the cubs and organise whatever fresh chaos the day demanded.
Good. Let them handle it.
Felicity had no intention of moving.
Damien’s arm tightened around her waist from behind, his chest a solid wall of heat against her back. His thumb traced a lazy circle over the swell of her belly, and the four little heartbeats inside her seemed to flutter in response—or maybe that was just her, melting into the attention.
"I’m not getting up," she announced, muffled against Lucan’s collarbone. "Not until someone brings me chillies and berries. Preferably in bed. Preferably without requiring me to open my lids."
Lucan’s laugh was a low rumble beneath her cheek. His fingers threaded through her hair, finding the base of one pointed fox ear and rubbing gently. Her tail curled involuntarily, wrapping around his thigh, and she felt his grin widen against the top of her head. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
"You don’t have to move." His lips brushed her neck, a slow, deliberate drag of mouth over the sensitive skin just below her ear. "We can stay here all day. Every day. I’d build a kingdom in this bed if you asked."
"Tempting." She arched into the kiss, her breath catching when his teeth grazed the spot where her pulse hammered. "Very tempting."
Behind her, Damien shifted closer. His nose pressed into the curve of her shoulder, inhaling deeply, and the sound he made—low, almost inaudible, purely possessive—sent heat pooling through her belly that had absolutely nothing to do with the four lives growing there.
"However." Lucan pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his expression caught between amusement and genuine adoration. The gold flecks in his irises seemed brighter this close, like sunlight trapped in amber. "Victor filled the library."
Felicity went still.
"He what?"
"Filled it. Floor to ceiling. You’ve been talking about wanting one since—" He paused, pretending to count. "Every single day on the road. Twice on Tuesdays. Three times when it rained."
"I was not that bad."
"You described your ideal shelf organisation system to Marx for forty minutes," Damien murmured against her shoulder, his lips twitching.
Felicity bit her lower lip, fighting the grin that spread across her face despite every effort to maintain her grumpy-morning dignity. Victor had filled the library. Her library. The one she’d mentioned offhandedly weeks ago, barely a whisper of a wish spoken into campfire smoke, and he’d remembered. He’d done it without telling her, without fanfare, without asking for a single thing in return.
Her chest ached with a sweetness so sharp it bordered on painful.
"Fine," she said, pushing herself upright with a huff that fooled no one. The quilts pooled around her waist, and Lucan’s gaze dropped just for a heartbeat to where the thin sleep shirt stretched over her rounded belly. The look on his face could have burned the rain right out of the sky. "Fine. I’ll get up. But I’m eating first."
She reached into her dimensional space—the pocket of stored supplies that had become second nature—and pulled out a stack of pancakes wrapped in cloth and a jar of chilli flakes. The pancakes were cold, the flakes not quite the right variety, and the craving gnawing at her belly didn’t fully quieten as she ate. But it dulled enough to manage.
Lucan watched her sprinkle an alarming amount of chilli over the last pancake.
"That’s..." He stopped. Reconsidered. "You know what, never mind."
"Smart man." She licked a flake off her thumb.
Damien reached over and stole the last bite directly from her fingers, popping it into his mouth before she could protest. His expression didn’t change, perfectly neutral, perfectly infuriating—but the corner of his mouth twitched upward.
"You!" She jabbed a finger at his chest. "You absolute thief. I’m growing four entire people in here, and you steal my food?"
"Two boys. Two girls," he said, as if correcting her somehow justified the crime. His hand found her belly again, spreading wide and possessive over the curve. "They’ll forgive me."
