Willa's Beast: Icehome – Book 3

You’re soft, like Kate’s kitten.”

I do not know who Kate is, but I nod slowly, not wishing to scare the little one. “I am.”

“Can I sit on you?” Without waiting for a response, the girl-child immediately crawls up my leg, moving onto my knee. Willa takes the bowl out of my hands as the girl tucks her small body against my chest and pets me. “Very soft.”

Willa chuckles, glancing up at me. “Should I be worried about competition?”

“No,” I tell her, even as the child pets my jaw.

“Aayla, don’t bother the nice man,” Liz calls out. “He’s trying to eat.”

“I’ll feed him, Mommy,” she says. “Just like Kate’s kitten.” And she takes a piece of fish from the bowl in Willa’s hand and offers it to me.

I have no choice but to take the fish from her, though I do so carefully. “My thanks.”

e. I am tired by the end of the day, but happy, and when I see my mate approach, all smiles, I feel as if I can conquer worlds.

“I’m going to tell Papa you said a bad word,” Raashel tells her mother smugly.

While we’re mating?” Willa echoes, her expression aghast. “You’d touch Gren?”

“Well, actually, I’d be touching you.”

My mate relaxes. “Oh, well, we can do that.”

“You…do realize I mean just your shoulders, right?”

I figured my hand (and imagination) would work just fine if I was getting lonely.

Mustard?” Sam suggests, and we all chortle. “No, not mustard,” she continues. “Veronica’s hogging the bottle of that.”

Only if you want a condiment,” I tell her. “I’m sure if you’d prefer some blueberry filling you could find some of that, too.”

Well, I’m not saying that this place needs condiments,” I begin. “But it looks like if you needed some, you could have your choice between Hot Sauce and Ketchup.”