Page 6 of Filthy Wishes

“Have you bonded with anyone before?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

“Of course not. I was made solely for you, just as you were made solely for me. Nothing would have happened if we were not meant to be.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, not entirely sure what he’s talking about.

“My dick wouldn’t have gotten hard for anyone but you, not even myself,” he rasps into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“Oh,” I murmur into his neck.

“We should eat. You’ll need your strength for what comes next.”

“What comes next?”

“You,” he says simply. “Get dressed.”

I throw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt and follow him out to the dining room, where everyone is just sitting down to dinner.

“We are avoiding war,” Gareth says.

“For now,” Hortencia adds in, dishing up the children’s dinner.

“What do we know about the threat?”

“Not much, but the closer we get to it, Rosie will know more,” Gareth says. Tridenton nods and gets to work on his steak. We don’t eat fish of any kind in this family. They are friends, and it wouldn’t be right.

Later that night, after another vigorous round of lovemaking, Tridenton thrashes in his sleep. Gently, I kiss him awake.

He sucks in a deep breath like he doesn’t know where he is. Hell, he probably doesn’t.

“My love, you were having a nightmare,” I whisper to him. His breathing normalizes, and he squeezes me.

“I was, but it’s all better now.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, I don’t really remember it. I have always had the same dark dream. Bits and pieces, really, but it’s too hazy to remember with finite detail.”

“Hmm… are you in any pain?”

“A bit.”

“Come. I’ll run you a bath, and you can let your fin out.”

“You’d be okay with that?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be? You’re my other half. I love all of you, even your fin.”

“You love me?”

“Of course, I do. Have we not said it already?” I ask, frowning. Surely, we have.

“We have not said it out loud though I’ve felt it since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he says.

“I have too. It just feels so tangible between us, like I can reach out and touch it.”

“It’s the bond. It makes things that should be impossible possible.”

“What a sneaky bond,” I say, giggling.