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Authors: Selene Charles
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with Chance, it didn’t seem possible that she had everything she’d never known she’d wanted.
A gorgeous male adored her. A child—their child—grew in her belly, and she had the freedom to choose which life to live.
“Don’t ever leave me, bird,” he whispered, as though he’d read her thoughts… and maybe he had.
They were connected on such a spiritual plane now, two hearts beating as one.
She smiled tremulously as her body began that tight, hard, spiraling climb back to the pinnacle of pleasure.
It was hard to keep her eyes open, but she wanted to watch him as he came, and she wanted him to see her when she came too.
Their eyes held fast as they slipped into that little death together.
“Never, Chance. I’ll never leave you,” she whispered right before sinking into the oblivion of release.
Bronwyn was a boneless heap when he’d finished with her, but she wasn’t the only one breathing heavy. She’d given as good as she’d gotten.
Chance roared with laughter as he wrapped his arm tightly around her, hugging her to his body. “Gods, you’re amazing, little bird.”
“So you’re saying you’ll keep me?”
Pulling back and resting his weight on one elbow, he gave her the type of look that made her heart stutter. “You’re mine, always, Bronwyn Crow.” His fingers trailed down the corner of her jaw, his thumb rubbing along her bottom lip in a feathery touch. His touch wasn’t one of sexual prowess, but something far deeper and richer.
Lowering his head, he moved his lips against hers as he whispered, “And I’m yours, little bird. Every part of me, every inch of me, all yours. I’m so lost in you, it’s not even funny.”
Tears pricked her eyes as she gave him a soft smile, framing his beloved face with her hands. “I knew the day I saw you, you’d be mine, Chance. Even when you threw that damn twig at me.”
He snorted with laughter. “You ever plan to let me forget that?”
“Nope.” She smirked, popping his lips with a hard, possessive kiss of her own. “Not ever.”
Chapter 8
Chance
“Breathe.” He rubbed her arms as she pressed against him, screaming from the back of her throat as she pushed.
Bronwyn had gone into labor early the next morning.
He’d tried to go for help, but she’d held him in an astonishingly strong grip as she gritted out, “No. You are all I’ll need to get through this.”
Three hours later, Chance knew their child was about to make its way into the world.
For days, they’d made his small cabin their home, just the two of them, hidden away from any and all prying eyes. Now they were minutes away from welcoming their child, a new life, into their home.
Chance still hadn’t heard from his brothers, and though he sometimes wondered what had come of Phoenix, he didn’t worry. His brothers were no doubt knee-deep in their own relationship dramas.
Bronwyn’s nails dug into his palm as she screeched, her knees trembling on the mattress as she bore down through another powerful contraction.
“Chance!” she screamed. “The child comes.”
He’d thought himself ready for his child’s arrival. For days, they had talked of nothing but the baby. He was no doctor. But Breed were sturdy folks, and Bronwyn was a healthy female. Everything should have gone smoothly.
But she was gasping so hard, and tears of blood were leaking from the corners of her eyes as she grunted. Her neck was extended, and veins bulged against her lily-white flesh.
“Bron?” he asked as she clutched tightly to his hand, bearing down with a mighty push as her stomach contracted almost violently.
A few seconds later, she released a scream so primeval and elemental that it caused all the hairs on his head to stand on edge.
Something was definitely wrong.
The next second, the door was tossed open, letting in a blast of cool air.
“No!” she screamed, panting between grunts. “Close the door. Keep it hot in here. Keep it hot,
A gorgeous male adored her. A child—their child—grew in her belly, and she had the freedom to choose which life to live.
“Don’t ever leave me, bird,” he whispered, as though he’d read her thoughts… and maybe he had.
They were connected on such a spiritual plane now, two hearts beating as one.
She smiled tremulously as her body began that tight, hard, spiraling climb back to the pinnacle of pleasure.
It was hard to keep her eyes open, but she wanted to watch him as he came, and she wanted him to see her when she came too.
Their eyes held fast as they slipped into that little death together.
“Never, Chance. I’ll never leave you,” she whispered right before sinking into the oblivion of release.
Bronwyn was a boneless heap when he’d finished with her, but she wasn’t the only one breathing heavy. She’d given as good as she’d gotten.
Chance roared with laughter as he wrapped his arm tightly around her, hugging her to his body. “Gods, you’re amazing, little bird.”
“So you’re saying you’ll keep me?”
Pulling back and resting his weight on one elbow, he gave her the type of look that made her heart stutter. “You’re mine, always, Bronwyn Crow.” His fingers trailed down the corner of her jaw, his thumb rubbing along her bottom lip in a feathery touch. His touch wasn’t one of sexual prowess, but something far deeper and richer.
Lowering his head, he moved his lips against hers as he whispered, “And I’m yours, little bird. Every part of me, every inch of me, all yours. I’m so lost in you, it’s not even funny.”
Tears pricked her eyes as she gave him a soft smile, framing his beloved face with her hands. “I knew the day I saw you, you’d be mine, Chance. Even when you threw that damn twig at me.”
He snorted with laughter. “You ever plan to let me forget that?”
“Nope.” She smirked, popping his lips with a hard, possessive kiss of her own. “Not ever.”
Chapter 8
Chance
“Breathe.” He rubbed her arms as she pressed against him, screaming from the back of her throat as she pushed.
Bronwyn had gone into labor early the next morning.
He’d tried to go for help, but she’d held him in an astonishingly strong grip as she gritted out, “No. You are all I’ll need to get through this.”
Three hours later, Chance knew their child was about to make its way into the world.
For days, they’d made his small cabin their home, just the two of them, hidden away from any and all prying eyes. Now they were minutes away from welcoming their child, a new life, into their home.
Chance still hadn’t heard from his brothers, and though he sometimes wondered what had come of Phoenix, he didn’t worry. His brothers were no doubt knee-deep in their own relationship dramas.
Bronwyn’s nails dug into his palm as she screeched, her knees trembling on the mattress as she bore down through another powerful contraction.
“Chance!” she screamed. “The child comes.”
He’d thought himself ready for his child’s arrival. For days, they had talked of nothing but the baby. He was no doctor. But Breed were sturdy folks, and Bronwyn was a healthy female. Everything should have gone smoothly.
But she was gasping so hard, and tears of blood were leaking from the corners of her eyes as she grunted. Her neck was extended, and veins bulged against her lily-white flesh.
“Bron?” he asked as she clutched tightly to his hand, bearing down with a mighty push as her stomach contracted almost violently.
A few seconds later, she released a scream so primeval and elemental that it caused all the hairs on his head to stand on edge.
Something was definitely wrong.
The next second, the door was tossed open, letting in a blast of cool air.
“No!” she screamed, panting between grunts. “Close the door. Keep it hot in here. Keep it hot,
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