Page 26 of It's in His Bite

I pulled in a deep breath, and he nipped the sensitive dip of my shoulder. My toes curled and my nipples hardened. He pulled my hips back into him, letting me feel exactly how much he wanted me right now.

“Landon,” I said in mock affront.

He just laughed against my skin and pressed a kiss where he’d bitten a moment before.

“I have something for you,” I whispered before I could lose my courage again.

“Oh?” His hand trailed up the side of my leg, pulling my skirt with it. “Do tell, mate. What have you gotten me that is more important than me tasting my Fated’s cunt?”

My cheeks flushed. Good God, he was incorrigible. I held up the small box without twisting out of his arms. I felt his surprise more than I saw it, the loosening of his arms and the quick intake of breath. He took the small box carefully from my hold and then twined our fingers together, palm to palm.

His thoughts flooded me at once.

Is this what I think it is?

My cheeks flushed which was probably answer enough. Still…

“You’ll have to open it to find out. No spoilers from me.”

He brought me to the living room, arranging us so I sat in his lap, out hands still joined. His hand was steady as he opened the small box. He pulled the small coin from the center of it, and then his shock hit me, filling my mind through our open link.

Harlowe Rhodes, are you joking right now?

I shook my head. “No jokes here. Just me, terrified out of my mind.”

He carefully set the coin on the record table, far enough away from the edge to keep Ragnarok from hopefully noticing it. And then he moved faster than I could track, wedging between my legs as he kneeled before me.

“You’re pregnant,” he said, his voice full of wonder.

When I nodded, he cupped my face and kissed me, all tongue and teeth. And then he was lowering me to the plush cushion of the settee, pushing up my skirt and leaving love bites up my inner thighs. He laced our fingers back together, keeping histhoughts flowing into me even as the first swipe of his tongue had my back arching.

Harlowe Rhodes, I am the luckiest man on this earth. I love you so, so much.

I squeezed his hand and played with the blood red ruby still nestled in the hollow of my throat. “I love you, too, Fated.”