*Hayes*

I settle onto the bed, patting the area around me as I lean against the headboard. My stomach flutters as I clear my throat and then readjust the blanket for the twentieth time. It shouldn't be so nerve wrecking, but I find my throat tight and heart racing. This isn't our first time, well, I suppose in a way it is.

But we had a quick, anger masked tryst in the woods once and ever since then I have craved more. I wasn't prepared then for what it meant to still have that attachment to her. Hell, I wasn't ready to even accept her into any aspect of my life. She came suddenly and hit me hard and looking back now; I realize I never stood a chance.

The door handle twists, and I snap my eyes up, sitting up a little straighter and ignoring the small twinge in my leg. She steps into the room, a sly smirk on her plush lips as she meets my gaze. Her freckled cheeks dimple as she takes a few steps toward me and I clear my throat, looking around the room.

Kyra's light airy laughter wafts through the room, drawing my attention back to her as she shakes her head.

"You look like you are worried. I am going to give you a lobotomy." She teases and I grin.

"Brain surgery might help me with not overthinking this whole thing." I motion to the space between us as

she approaches the bed, and she frowns slightly with her brows tugging together.

"What is there to overthink?" She asks. I clear my throat, looking down at my hands as I rub my fingers over the bandage where I used to have a maimed palm and fingers.

"I'm not sure I can live up too much right now." I admit.

I watch her process my words, her face remaining unchanged, as if she is disappointed in my answer. It is astounding to me how she can make me so nervous and yet inspire so much truth and such a feeling of home at the same time. I want to blow her world away, to make her feel amazing and please her like a mate should. But the fear of failing her is annoyingly niggling in the back of my brain.

"Why do you have to do all the work?" Kyra finally arches a brow, and I blink at her.

"What?" I swallow and she chuckles, reaching out and pulling the blankets aside. She reaches down to her thigh, gripping the satin fabric of her pajama dress as she tugs it up slowly.

"I have something to tell you," she whispers, a growing intensity in her eyes as she lifts her dress higher and higher. She stops just before exposing herself to me and I groan, dropping my head back on the wooden headboard.

"You have my undivided attention." I tell her, reaching out as I stroke my good hand up her thigh and under her dress. My fingers glide up her smooth skin, feeling the crease of her leg where it meets her pelvis, and I bite my lip as I shiver. She is fully bare under this thin little thing. "Did you wear this in the hallway?"

"Shh, I'm talking." She grins. Kyra moves her hand down, gripping my wrist before she guides it over toward her stomach a few inches, then she presses to her lower abdomen. I tilt my head, confused as I try to inch my fingers lower, but she stops me, placing it back on her flat stomach.

face has changed, almost as if she is worried.

in the woods...right?" She whispers, her eyes meeting mine

Kyra." I tell her honestly, my

fairly certain that moment led to something more than us." Her voice cracks and my eyes

I'm still in the first

my heart soaring into my throat as I realize another kid doesn't even seem scary when I know it's with her, when I know this war is

She nods, tears in her

Hell yes! Mad for my unborn child and for Tiago to get a sibling? Yes! But mad as in angry? Fuck no." I

she squeals. "I don't want

twist my body, throwing her over me, my leg protesting, but the pain isn't enough to make me worry as I roll her onto my handless arm. Her nightgown is up to her bellybutton as I look

her lip, trapped between her teeth as I reach out and slip my finger under the thin strap of her nightie and use my lycan nails to slice through

see her eyes fall closed and her body shivers, her body reacting my eyes as if

the valley of her breasts. I circle her right one, my fingers

"Hayes," she rasps,

move lower. I memorize every perfect freckle on the way down, the way they feel like the stars guiding me

have been dreaming about this for years," she gasps as my thumb slips over her when she thrust

to her as I find her sensitive spot, painfully slowly, applying the right amount of pressure as I rub up

and she groans my name. I am lost in her, the way her body squirms and the gasping breaths for air when I feel her fingers clasp around me and

innocently before she gives me a solid squeeze that forces a deep, inhuman

kissing her throat. Her hands move, slipping under the waistband of my boxer briefs before she slips them down, and I am freed. Instincts take over and I press my hips to her as I tear my hand away. I

onto my back. I place my hand under my head, grinning up at her, not at all unpleased

headboard," she instructs me as I arch

she scowls at me, a tiny smile hiding

ì scoff, adjusting myself as I inch up and back, hiding the wince on my face. Kyra frowns at me as she crawls up my legsand straddles me. I can feel myself just hover outside her entrance,

ask when I notice the furrowed brows and

she whispers. "For ever making you feel like

chuckle and

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