Blackfeather Woods OHMIGOD

She flinched as Damien's lips pressed against her forehead, but she did not pull away. Well done, he said, as if it was something hard to do: go into heat and present your arse to whatever male passed. It wasn't as if she hadn't enjoyed it in some parts, but there was this part of her...that wanted a father for her children. She had grown up without Bane, and Burke had long since disappeared. The fathers of Melonii children had a nasty habit of being absent, something she didn't want for them, the unknown creatures within her that she would soon come to know as her children.

She turned and locked eyes with Damien, her stomach cramping. She held back what she knew to be bile rising in her throat — there was nothing else left in her stomach. I am painfully aware of that, Brother,