The Spoilt Beauty And Her Beasts

Chapter CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT!!!

The change was small. Very small. But Isabella noticed it immediately, because she had already started understanding his face very well.

For one brief moment, something deeper passed through his eyes. It was gone so quickly that another person might have missed it completely, but she did not. It looked like memory, and also something heavier than memory. Then just as quickly, he put his expression back together and answered in a calm voice, "They’ll look like me."

Isabella blinked at him. Then her eyes widened a little.

"Really?"

Cyrus nodded, though his hand on her stomach moved more slowly now, fingers tracing the full, heavy curve with open reverence. His palm lingered, thumb stroking slow circles that made her skin tingle. Even through the cloth, the touch felt possessive and heated. "Most likely."

That answer made Isabella stare at her own stomach as if she could already picture them.

Little snake babies. Maybe with his eyes. Maybe with his color. Maybe with his quiet way of looking at the world.

The thought was so strange and so cute that she could not help smiling.

"I want to see them," she said softly, almost to herself.

Cyrus looked at her when he heard that, and the heaviness that had briefly crossed his face eased a little. His pink eyes darkened with a mix of tenderness and unmistakable hunger as they traced the swell of her belly and the way her breasts pressed against the soft wrap.

"You will," he said. Then because the mood had become too quiet, and because he clearly wanted to pull her back into something softer, he leaned closer and kissed her stomach through the cloth.

The touch was light. Still, it made Isabella’s whole expression soften again. A shiver ran through her as his warm lips pressed against the taut skin. Heat bloomed low in her core, her nipples tightening under the fabric.

This was because he always did things like that with such natural tenderness, as if loving her and loving the babies inside her were the easiest things in the world.

After that, the two of them stayed together for a while longer.

Cyrus brushed through her hair with his fingers first, then with a wooden comb, moving patiently from the ends upward so he would not pull too hard.

Isabella sat between his legs while he did it, and every now and then she would lean back against him because it felt too comfortable.

She could feel the hard, unmistakable ridge of his erection pressing against her lower back, hot and thick even through the layers of cloth. He didn’t grind against her, but he made no effort to hide it either. The steady proof of his desire made her breath come a little faster.

The whole scene felt warm and quiet and almost lazy.

Outside, the village had already settled deeper into evening. Inside, the bath room still held onto its warmth, and because Cyrus kept touching her little by little, fixing her hair, smoothing her wrap, rubbing her shoulders with slow, kneading strokes that eased the ache but also made her skin flush hotter, Isabella felt as if the day had softened around the edges. Every brush of his fingers sent sparks straight between her thighs. Pregnancy had made her body so much more sensitive; even innocent touches now felt teasing and intimate.

At one point, she asked, "Did you really come only to call me because the food was ready?"

Cyrus smiled a little. "At first."

That answer made Isabella turn and look at him.

"At first?"

Cyrus’s face heated up a little, and because he was Cyrus, his embarrassment only made him look sweeter. "Then I saw you."

That one sentence was enough to make Isabella understand everything.

So she smiled, lifted her chin a little, and said in a proud voice, "So you lost your senses."

Cyrus looked down at her and answered very gently, voice dropping lower, "I often do that around you." His hand slid from her shoulder down to cup the heavy weight of one breast through the wrap, thumb brushing over the hardened nipple.

"Especially when you’re like this... full with my young, glowing, and so beautiful it hurts to look away."

For one second, Isabella had no answer. A soft, needy sound escaped her throat as pleasure shot through her. Then she clicked her tongue very lightly and looked away as if she were the wronged one in this situation.

Really.

These men were becoming more and more dangerous by the day.

Eventually, they left the bath area together.

Cyrus stayed close and guided her with one hand at her waist the whole way, the other occasionally drifting to rest protectively, and possessively, over her rounded belly.

His touch lingered longer than necessary, fingers splaying wide as if he couldn’t stop himself from feeling the life they had created together. When they reached the kitchen side, the warmth and smells from inside immediately wrapped around them. The food was indeed ready by then, and the whole area still carried the scent of what had been cooked earlier.

But neither of them moved toward the food.

Cyrus stopped, just inside the doorway, he couldn’t take it anymore, turning her gently in his arms so her back pressed against his chest again. One large hand cradled her belly while the other tilted her chin up. His voice was rough with restraint when he murmured against her ear, "The food can wait a little longer... I need to feel you, Isabella. All of you. Let me take you to our furs. Let me show you how much I crave my mate right now."

Isabella’s heart raced. She could feel how hard he was against her, how his breathing had grown heavier. Heat pooled deep inside her, her body already ready for him despite, or because of, the heavy curve of her pregnancy. She leaned back into him, tilting her head to expose her neck in silent invitation.

The night was only beginning.