To Right a Wrong(43)

Chapter Twenty

Childish giggles filled the room. Dani lay on the living room floor propping her head up on her hand. Ethan, in his wolf form, jumped in front of Jordan growling, which set off a new round of laughter.

Her little brother loved seeing Dani and Ethan turn into their wolves, and the show had become a nightly ritual. Dani reached out and tickled his side. “You getting tired yet, Jordy?” Jordan shook his head, almost toppling over.

“No!”

“When will he learn a new word? I think he’s overused that one.”

“Guess what, Jordy? Ethan wants you to learn a new word.” She pulled Jordan over next to her. “Say Dani.”

“No!” He turned to Ethan and flapped his arms.

“How about you ride Ethan’s wolf to the bedroom, and let him slobber all over you before you go to sleep?” She pushed up off the floor, groaning, and scooped up Jordan. “Gah. Your sister feels old. This time be nice. Nice wolfy.

You don’t want to pull his fur.”

Dani sat Jordan on Ethan’s shoulders and kept a good hold on the baby’s waist. Walking beside the wolf, she smiled. Jordan had his hands dug deep in Ethan’s fur. She was sure his squeal of delight pierced every werewolf’s ears within a mile.

“Okay, here you go, big boy.” She set Jordan on his feet. “Tell Ethan night-night.” Jordan threw himself at the wolf, wrapped his chubby arms around Ethan’s neck, and babbled nonsense. Dani sighed. Jordan had been out of her life two years, three months and four days, yet he’d integrated into their household as though he’d always lived with them.

“Come, give me some love.” She squatted and held out her arms.

He ran to her and threw himself into her embrace. She laughed. “You are so strong.” She swept him up in the air, smooching his cheek the whole way to the changing table. “Let’s get your diaper changed and then I’ll find Wolfy. I think Wolfy is sleepy.”

“No!” Jordan giggled.

“Oh yes, he is.” She briskly dealt with a soiled diaper, replacing it with a clean one.

Ethan brushed her leg. She glanced down. In his mouth was Jordan’s favorite stuffed animal.

“Here we go.” She handed Wolfy to Jordan and carried them both over to the crib.

She kissed his forehead. “I love you. Sleep tight, my brother,” she whispered, smoothing the hair off his forehead. She backed out of the room to wordless babble as Jordan talked to his Wolfy. Once he was down, he’d sleep all night, giving her seven blessed hours of quiet.



Closing the door halfway, she turned, reaching for her mate’s thick fur. That Ethan went out of his way to spend so much time with her and Jordan always amazed her. She plopped down on the couch and raised her legs to the coffee table.

Ethan shifted and sat down beside her.

Pulling her into his arms, he stroked her side.

“You’re overdressed.”

She snuggled down and closed her eyes.

“Who knew taking care of a two year old would be so exhausting? I don’t remember being this tired in my life.”

“Hmm.” He slipped his hand under the hem of her shirt and caressed her stomach. “It’s not chasing after Jordan that is making you so tired, little one.”

She sniffled a yawn. “What do you think it is?” “You’re pregnant.”

Dani shot off his lap. “I’m what? I couldn’t be. It takes werewolves longer to conceive.” She stared at Ethan, but he just sat there smiling.

“No…seriously…”

“Pregnant.” He nodded.

She counted. Not trusting herself, she then tapped the number out with her fingers. “Oh, my God. That’s why I’ve been crying, eating, sleeping, and generally acting lazy. I thought I was recouping from all the stress I’ve been under. I remember my mom acting the same way when she was pregnant with Jordy.”

Ethan stood up. “Come, little one.”



“What are we doing?” She let him lead her down the hall.

He gave her a wink, then peeked into Jordan’s room and smiled. “He’s asleep.” He led her to their bedroom and helped her remove her clothes. She yawned again before getting into bed. Lying on her back, she stretched and sighed. Ethan climbed between her legs. She let her arms fall to the sides and closed her eyes. Using his tongue, Ethan gently licked her lower lips. She wiggled as her legs widened and the delightful sensations inside her multiplied.

Ethan worked his way up to her clit, flicking the bundle of nerves. She gyrated her hips in time with his mouth. Delicious warmth flushed the surface of her skin. She reached down and buried her fingers in his hair. “God, that feels wonderful.”