He shrugs, the very picture of humility. “In my line of work you have to kiss a lot of babies.” I roll my eyes – I highly doubt many politicians go as far as diapering the babies they kiss. In fact I expect most of them probably pawn off the less pleasant duties of parenthood onto their wives – if
Sinclair I can hear Ella’s heart racing at a mile a minute, and the baby is starting to become stressed in accordance to his mother. I’m worried too, Ella is small even for a human, and I’m big even for a werewolf, but I don’t believe the Goddess would have chosen her to carry my heir if she couldn
I follow Ella’s intoxicating fragrance out the door and down the stairs, my wolf gradually calming as we near the kitchen and I piece together the puzzle in my mind. She must have woken with a craving and decided to sneak a late night snack. I pause to listen at the door just in case, the familiar
Sinclair Her lower lip quivers dangerously, tears sliding down her cheeks. Eventually the truth spills from her lips. “I ate all my bacon!” My heart eases immediately. My wolf hates the sounds of Ella’s tears, but I’m relieved to know this is just a mood swing. Chuckling, I pull her into my arms
“Naturally I’m investigating the rogue attack.” I tell him as we head out into the snow, my bodyguards framing us on either side. “But I wanted to see if you picked up on any particular details which might help us track down or identify the culprits.” He adopts a thoughtful expression, “You mean l
Ella “Are you ready?” Sinclair asks, standing behind me in the mirror. I have to stop myself from staring at him. He’s dressed down from his standard suit, but somehow he looks even more gorgeous and intimidating than usual. In sleek black slacks and a simple white dress shirt, rolled up to his el
Again I feel as though Sinclair is reading my mind, “Will you be upset if I tell you how stunning you look?” I peek up at him from beneath my lashes, “I don’t know, why don’t you try and find out.” Sinclair grins, moving his lips to my ear and sending a shiver down my spine before he’s even said
Ella I don’t have the chance to gasp, because the moment my lips part, Sinclair’s mouth has claimed them. His hand is firm on my nape, holding me in place so he can plunder my mouth at will. His tongue teases my lips before delving inside, coaxing my own out of hiding until they’re dancing, tanglin