Quirin
I wake up early, like I always do, aching for my mate. I don’t need Yara to tell me that Kennedy is having another girl. I can’t f*****g keep my hands off her. Her scent is so strong that my mouth waters all the time and I walk around with a hard on every minute of the f*****g day.
So while we’ll get confirmation of my daughter’s gender today, I’ve smelled my mate when she’s pregnant with my daughters and my sons and I know the difference. We’re having a girl, which means my mate will have to suffer with me needing to f**k her practically raw for the rest of her pregnancy.
‘Have I ever once complained?’ she murmurs in the mind link as I slide inside her.
‘Never. You’re so f*****g good to me,’ I reply in the mind link, taking her mouth and losing my hold on the last thread of my
