Strictly Taboo, page 19
He pronounced her name Nawncy—it always made her smile. She ran her hand gently over his jaw. “I love you too, Vorik.”
Later that evening, when all the pups were abed, Vorik joined her in their bedfurs with a wolf-eating grin on his face, a dimple popping out on either cheek. “Shall we play the yenni game anon, little one?”
Nancy ran her tongue seductively across her lower lip. She knew how much Vorik loved the yenni game. She would pretend to be a starving, voracious alpha yenni at market, while her Bloodmate played the role of the horny virgin trader desperate to feed her. Not too far off base from how they’d originally found each other, she thought bemusedly.
She wiggled her eyebrows at him. “I think that old sword is around here somewhere. You remember my sword? The one you mistook for a yenni tail ten Yessat years ago?”
Vorik chuckled at the memory. “Aye.”
Nancy smiled at her Bloodmate, vastly contented. With him. With their sons. With herself. With life.
She was glad she hadn’t taken that job in Alaska. Very glad indeed.
“ ’Twill be a long journey,” the old witch murmured. Her palm came up and rested on Nancy’s forehead as she continued to study her face. “But ’twill be worth the sacrifices when all is said and done. And love shall be yers.”
The old witch had been right. Love was most definitely hers. And, damn, was it beautiful.
And that, Nancy thought, her smile turning into laughter as Vorik assumed his virgin-trader-at-the-bartering-stalls role, was enough said.
Jaid Black, Strictly Taboo
