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Weller looked at the man who looked like he ate iron for breakfast and the completely relaxed posture of his mate. She was confident in her proximity to the elf and she felt needed here.
“Bethany, would you like to continue working here until we have a child? I am not in a hurry to start a family but would be a little nervous with you here while obviously pregnant.”
Teelion stiffened. “We would defend her like our own if she were with child.”
Bethany looked at them both, and Weller grinned at the frustrated glare on her features. “Yes, I want to continue working here, but, Teelion, this isn’t a great environment if I am growing a little person. My shifting might become unpredictable, and while the fey are out of the closet, so to speak, the shifters are not. Humans don’t need to see my ears sprout or my fingers turn into partial wings. I am currently not pregnant and don’t plan on it for the next few months, but if I go into heat, that could change.”
Weller was relieved that she was planning on having a family with him. They had never discussed it, but for him, it was always something in his mind. He wanted kids; he just had never been able to put a wife into the picture, until now.
Bethany sighed. “If I get knocked up, I will find and train a replacement with my particular sensibilities. We don’t want women you don’t invite in climbing all over you in the shower…again.”
Weller blinked. This place was far more interesting than he had imagined. “Wait, did you pry the woman off him?”
Bethany grinned. “He couldn’t do it himself; he was all soapy.”
Teelion laughed out loud. “She heard me shouting for help and that is when I learned how strong a shifter female can be. The woman was in a headlock and out the door before I could thank her, then she came back in and handed me a towel.”
Bethany snickered. “I don’t want to sleep with him, but he is pretty. Don’t worry, Weller, you are the only guy I want to see naked from now on in a shower capacity.”
Weller wasn’t mollified, but Teelion’s genuine amusement with no hints of lust did a good job of calming the jealousy that he never thought he would feel.
Bethany must have sensed something, because she scooted toward him and took his hand. “We are mates, but we are partners. I will work here for now because we are getting to know each other, but when we are wed, things might change. I don’t know, Teelion. I have never been in love before.”
The elf gave in. “That I can understand. Very well, I look forward to attending your wedding. You are a gem, Bethany Leyhey, and I entreat you never to forget it.”
Weller sighed in relief.
“Oh, and, Weller Umbridge, a man should never be separated from his mate by social strictures, so you are hereby given full membership access to the Dark Knight’s Club. Come anytime and ask for your mate. She will be produced.” He winked and disappeared in a swirl of dark smoke.
The membership card and key was sitting on the table in front of them. It was a fifteen-thousand-dollar gift.
Weller was amazed. “Just like that?”
“Elves are funny that way.” Bethany pulled him to his feet.
She retrieved the card and key and pressed them into his hand. “You know what this means?”
He slowly shook his head as she brought her lips to his. “You, dearest, most beloved, Weller…are one of the family.”
She pressed kisses across his cheeks and lips, whispering in between, “You…are…now…family …with…the…Drow…here…and…Dromer…at… the…diner…do…you…know…what…that… means?”
He slowly shook his head, the blood rushing to engorge his erection.
She smiled and showed teeth that were ever so slightly pointed. “Free apple pie.”
A laugh sounded from the hallway, and Weller kissed his mate, resigned to the invasion of the fey into his life and the woman who dragged them in her wake. There were benefits after all. He got pie.
Author’s Note
So, I wanted dessert when I finished this book. Could you tell? Now, I am off to find pie.
A Life Less Pink will be the next book up at Extasy Books on Oct 1. A flamingo who is tired of the pink jokes goes in search of any other species to mate with.
Zenina Masters
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About the Author
Zenina Masters was born in Canada and lives in Canada. She has a regular job and does nothing particularly exciting with her life. She enjoys fishing, silence and the ability to pick and choose friends she can trust. Life is too short to watch your back all the time.
Her writing life is a teeny bit of escapism, she would probably chicken out if confronted by three naked men and looks forward to one day finding out.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Author’s Note
About the Author
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