What did you think of their first meeting?
DimitriI can’t believe I let Zev take over so much that I forgot my mate was injured. She smells so good, her little home, her sweet, little home, had been filled with the scent of lemongrass and lilies. I’d been overwhelmed with her scent, with her perky nipples, and then with her gorgeous body on
I grab a pair of cotton workout shorts that have a draw string on them and I kneel in front of her.“Hold on to my shoulders and step in,” I say, holding the shorts open for her. When she does, I pull them up and tie the draw string tightly, so they’ll stay on her narrow waist and hips.“There now,
AydaCathal is very sweet. He talks a lot when he’s excited and he’s very excited that I’m here. It warms my heart in a way that I’m unaccustomed to. I wonder if this is what it would have been like for me one day if my son had survived.When he tells me he thinks his dead mother sent me to save him
“You like flowers?” Cathal asks.“I do.”“Maybe we can look for some when you’re healed,” my son says.“Not until the war is over, Cathal. I almost lost you once.”“Yes, but instead, we found Ayda. Or rather, you found us,” he says, smiling at me.“And speaking of Ayda healing, she needs her rest, C
DimitriI’m starting to wonder if Cathal is right, that Natasha really did send Ayda to us. My son has taken to her very quickly, even before he knew that she was my mate. He’s never shown that kind of interest in any woman before, definitely never said that someone was sent by his dead mother to wa
It takes me a moment to realize that she hasn’t answered me. I lean around her to look up at her. “Ayda? What’s your favorite food?”“I…ummm…I’ll eat whatever you give me.”I frown again. What the hell kind of answer is that?“Cathal likes pizza, do you like pizza?”She nods her head.“What kind? Ch
AydaWhen we step out of the bathroom, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do or wear. Masuzyo gave me my clothes to wear to bed and he’d tell me if I was allowed to sleep with him or not. However, Dimitri said he wants me in his bed every night.I stand in the room with a towel around my hair and one
“How long was she gone?” he asks softly.I look up and see him watching me.“Nearly a year if my calculations are correct. I’m not exactly sure, I wasn’t….I didn’t start keeping track until later.”He surprises me by reaching around me and holding me. “That must have been a terrible time for you.” H