Her Viking Wolves(70)

For what, Olafr does not know until he smells the subtle shift in their mate’s scent.

He feels FJ’s relief as if it is his own, even before his brother answers, “Good.” A quiet whisper, even though they’re speaking privately through their Brother Bond.

Still, Olafr understands well the reason for his brother’s relief. She has accepted their vows, and she is with their child. Finally can they be sure she meant what she said that morn, and that she will not leave them.

“She understands how it will be between us now,” Olafr says to his brother. “Understands and accepts.”#p#分页标题#e#

“Mayhap, but still I sense her hesitation. Her human still holding itself away from us even as her wolf gives us passionate promise.” FJ gives him a grim look over their she-wolf’s shoulder. “She is strange. Innocent but strong. Distrusting of her emotions, but reliant on her mind. She has want of us, but doubts our fidelity. She has pledged us her troth, but still she worries. She was shy with us before, but a fiercer lover never have I met. Yet I cannot think her strange ways a simple matter of what Mother does call ‘insecurity.’”

Olafr nods, understanding his brother’s meaning.

“She has confused me also, but I think it is because of her past. Her Detroit fenrir…”

As is often the way with them, FJ is already nodding before Olafr’s thought is fully finished. “I saw great fear come into her eyes when I did speak of meeting with him to contract her hand in marriage.”

Olafr’s faces hardens. “I would have her fear no wolf. We must protect her.” He rubs his nose against the mark on the back of her right shoulder. A raised image of a black wolf which smells strongly to Olafr of fire and smoke and pain. “Against him and anyone else who would wish her harm.”

“Yea,” FJ says. “We must and we will. Tonight have we married three. Tomorrow will I give her public claim as my queen. This is how it shall be.”

Olafr kisses their mate’s mark, and repeats after his brother. “This is how it shall be.”

And only then does he allow himself to fall asleep, knowing their babe grows within her belly and she will forever theirs be.





31





So that happened.

This time when I wake between FJ and Olafr, the room is still dark but the beautiful moon is gone. What I’ve come to know as a typical Alaska winter morning.

But I’m too hungry to care about the gloomy darkness. Right now, the fact that I haven’t eaten a full meal in over twenty-fours hours is the only thing that matters.

With lots of turning and wiggling and pushing on heavily muscled bodies, I somehow manage to get out from between them. But it’s not easy. By the time I’m done, I’m breathing hard and even hungrier than I was when I first woke up.

But still, I can’t resist taking a few seconds to look at them once I’m out of the bed.

“Yours always,” I whisper out loud. And I feel the truth of it in my bones.

As crazy as all this is, they have my heart now. I know this as I watch them sleep, hardly able to believe these two beautiful Viking brothers are my mates.

I’ve never had a chance to look at them side by side like this before—well once, I think, remembering our first meeting in the clinic. But that didn’t count, because I was more interested in running from them than anything else.

That was then. This is now.

Now I let myself stare without any reservation whatsoever. They look so at peace in the large bed. The harsh edges of their faces relaxed, like they just top-leveled a game and earned a good rest.

Seriously, I was mad at Tu before but now I feel like she understated the hell out of their looks. They are so freaking fine, despite my empty stomach I’m almost tempted to—

I pause in my lustful thoughts, waiting for the inevitable heat explosion. Nothing.

That’s when I realize…Oh God, I’m pregnant.

Me. Tiara Greenwolf, the woman who designs and plays video games for a living and drinks way too much Mountain Dew, is going to be a mama.

During my short-lived engagement to Kyle, I’d planned to slowly wean myself off all the soda, junk food, and eighteen-hour work days. But that hadn’t gone as I’d hoped and now I’m pregnant. And starving.#p#分页标题#e#

Well, food first, I guess.

I walk over to FJ’s closet and open the doors. Only to find five dark suits with five matching white shirts hanging inside. There’s nothing else. I check the built-in cedar drawers, but only one is full of underwear and socks and the rest are empty. No jeans. Not even a sign of Mag’s “Thug King” sweatshirt.