Eira’s POV
Lucian did not step back. Instead, he moved closer.
"Until how long are you going to hide behind your pregnancy?" he asked quietly.
I swallowed hard.
Alright. My pregnancy was the only shield I had against these powerful wolves. What else could I use? I was not strong enough to fight them, and there were no other excuses left to hold onto.
And I would use it every time I felt cornered. Because I knew they would stop for the baby’s sake.
But he was right.
Until how long?
Once the baby was born, there would be nothing left to hide behind.
Fuck. My life was going to be fucked.
His hand settled over my slightly rounded belly, warm and firm, while his gaze studied my face as if he could see straight through my fear. "Only a few months left."
I instinctively stepped back, only to hit the edge of the bed. I almost lost my balance, but a hand caught my waist, holding me steady before I could fall.
The heat of his body seeped into me even with the careful distance he maintained because of my belly.
"Once you deliver the baby, this room will belong to all of us," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And don’t expect mercy from us."
Damn. My heart slammed violently against my ribs, my nerves tightening under the darkness in his eyes.
I knew he meant every word.
My gaze shifted toward the others, and they mirrored the same intensity. As if they were simply waiting for the moment my pregnancy ended.
Lucian glanced over his shoulder at his brothers. "And this time, Kael won’t be putting another baby inside you. Not until I feel I’ve fucked you enough, though it will never be enough."
Kael responded with a quiet hum, calm and unbothered. He agreed.
Of course I had no intention of having another child anytime soon, but at that moment, carrying the baby felt like the safest armor I had. The only thing standing between me and the claws of these wolves.
"I noticed the way you looked at me when I was in the gym," he said quietly. "That gaze told me everything."
I stared back at him. "What..."
"That you couldn’t wait to get your hands on my body," he continued, his eyes locked onto mine. "That you want me to fuck you."
I shook my head quickly. "I... didn’t..."
"Want me to prove it?" he asked.
Before I could even refuse, his hand had already slipped between my thighs.
This wolf was completely unhinged.
I gasped softly. "Lucian..." His fingers moved along my folds over the thin fabric of my panties.
My hands tightened around his T shirt. Without his grip supporting me, I would have collapsed onto the bed.
He knew exactly what he was doing, as if he understood every hidden need my body carried.
No. I don’t want to.

His man and woman? Us? Lucian and Me?
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