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Some of what ails me is to do with being with child. While I have no prior experience myself, plenty have mentioned how they can find themselves weeping for no reason at all.
I should put the beautiful collar aside and wait for the day when he remembers he loves me, forgives me, and asks me to wear it for him.
Only, I can’t take my eyes off of it, and it seems my fingers have a mind of their own as they trace over the pattern, while I imagine him sitting there quietly, perhaps working on it in the morning before he goes on his patrol.
I should wait, I know I should, but I can’t help myself from lifting it to my throat and pressing it against my skin just to see how the leather feels.
Nice,like Doug is touching me.
Before I can second guess myself, I have slipped it all the way around my neck and tied a knot.
I tell myself I’m only doing it so I’m better prepared when he finally gives it to me, but at the same time, I know I’m not.
“Jasmine?”
“Oh!” My hand flies to my throat as I scramble to my feet. I’m sure guilt must be written all over me as I turn to face Doug. His eyes go from my tear-stained face to his bag, which lies upon the floor with half the contents spilled out.
“The bag had fallen off the hook,” I offer unnecessarily, hand still clamped around my throat. It looks very much like I was snooping. “I thought you had gone on patrol.”
In response, he gestures with his hand and I see he is holding a wooden bowl full of berries. The sight makes me want to wail all over again.
His inner voice is a little gruff as he says,“Deba mentioned that they are beneficial for a woman carrying a child.”
He draws his hand back slowly and a little awkwardly.
My breath catches. He loves me. He has already forgiven me. I am not worthy of such a mate even as he thinks he is the one who is not worthy of me. Forgetting all about the collar around my throat, I cover the small distance at a run and throw my arms around him.
“Uff!” The bowl drops to the floor with a clatter as his arms come around me.
“I thought you were angry with me. That you might leave me, thinking it best for me.”
He tips up my chin so that he can look into my eyes, and uses his thumb to brush the tears from my cheeks.“How could I ever be angry with you? I know your words were said without thinking, without any intent to hurt me. But they are also the truth. I think that is what hurt me most. As for leaving you, I could not, ever, even if you begged me to.”
My eyes search his.
“You are mine, Jasmine. You carry my whelp in your belly. It is too late now. Too late for you to ever leave. I’m not worthy of you. I never was. But I will spend my life seeking to be as close to that as I may, and by whatever means.”
I didn’t think it was possible for me to love him more, But, today, I find there is always room for love to expand. I don’t even care that he’s possessive of me. I want him to be. I want him never to give me up.
“But what is this?”His fingertips trail down my cheek until they catch at the collar.
I swallow.
He gives a little tug, and his brutal mouth lifts up in the Doug equivalent of a smirk.
“Jasmine?”
“I-I found it in the bag. I didn’t mean... I shouldn’t have—”
“It is not finished.”His nostrils flare, and he runs a fingertip along it, his eyes turning hooded. “ButI like seeing it on you.”
The temperature in the room goes from cool to burning hot in an instant. My throat is suddenly dust dry, and I’m ravenous for my mate. “Please, Doug. Make me forget all these troubles. Remind me that I am your mate. Show me how I belong to you. Show me how you claim me again.”
I’m picked up and taken over to our fur-lined bed, where he lowers me onto my back and thrusts up my skirt. His growl is one of deep satisfaction as he buries his head between my spread thighs.
The feel of his tongue, the sound of his noisy lapping, and his grunts and growls of satisfaction all conspire to drive me wild. I fist his thick hair and push him where I need.
He emits a deep rumble and lavishes my clit with his tongue.
