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“That's an interesting name, dear,” my mother says diplomatically.
“Gods, no,” Lor mutters, for our ears only. “We are not having a hound called Snowy.” He gestures toward the tan and brown pups, not one of which bears a hint of white. Our daughter’s naming techniques are a sore point with Lor, given she has named his wolf Pawpaw and refuses to use anything else.
Aston emits a deep guffaw. “A fine name.”
As the end of the day nears, my mates and I farewell our little one, who is excited to be having a big girl visit with Grandma, and is already busy telling Gael what the puppies need. Once we set off along the track, instead of heading for home we will turn off toward the woodcutter’s cottage.
The signs have been there for a few weeks now. My greater appetite for my mates, my neediness, and my desire to add more layers to my nest.
My heat is imminent.
And my mates are more than aware.
As we wave goodbye and journey to the little woodcutter’s cottage, where it all began, I feel the quickening between us.
The cottage is warm, and the shelves are stocked, prepared for my heat. There is fresh nesting material stacked up and ready for me.
This time is different.
This time, we are a little older and a little wiser.
This time, we come together with the experience of many years; of building a relationship that has given us the gifts of a daughter and an ever-deepening love.
“It’s time,” Aston says, grinning and already kicking off boots and shucking out of pants as Lor thrusts the door into the jamb.
Lor shakes his head as I follow Aston’s lead and toss my hide dress aside.
I giggle as Aston dives for me, whooping and running because I definitely like to be chased.
He snags me around the waist, carries me to the bed, and drops me in the center, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
I push my hair out of my face, grinning back as I part my legs.
Aston groans and looks set to dive in when Lor clears his throat on the other side of the room.
He both turn to face him.
“Fuck!” Aston mutters gruffly, seeing the rope in Lor’s hands.
Lor’s grin is all wolf. “Indeed. We are going to fuck. It’s time for our mate to be bred.”
