Claimed by the Primals

Chapter Nineteen

If you thought Warrick and Kade had fucked me and each other hard enough to exhaust me into a completely dreamless, nightmare-less sleep... you would be right. I mean, I was still recovering from starvation and muscle atrophy from being in captivity, so it really shouldn't surprise anyone. I really wish I could have slept longer, but I was rudely awoken to the entire boat jerking and shuddering.

I shot straight up, awake in seconds. Sun streamed through the curtains, clear of last night's storm. More clunking from above had me scrambling, but Kade caught me around the waist and dragged me back down in the bed. "It's just the crew," he grumbled sleepily. "We're docking. Normal sounds. Go back to sleep."

The next thing I knew, Warrick had snuggled closer so I was sandwiched between them, enveloped in their bodies and warmth. The best outcome I could have asked for, honestly. I relented and sank back into the pillows and their arms. Warrick chuckled in my ear. "You little cuddle slut," he purred.

Accurate.

I dozed in and out, never quite falling back asleep but also not wholly awake. I was warm and safe, and knowing that we were docked and only a few meters from dry land made it a little easier to relax.

Now that we were in Canada, we were further out of Godric's sphere of influence, though not entirely free of it. The general plan was to get on the plane provided by their employer and fly to either their research sanctuary place that Warrick told me about, or to their main headquarters in Denmark. Which one wouldn't be decided until we boarded the plane, as an assessment of the local situation had to be taken into account.

I don't know who makes those decisions. I don't really care who makes those decisions. As long as I wasn't alone, I didn't really want to care. My dad has taken so much from me, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of wasting my energy on worrying anymore. Let Warrick, Kade, and their boss deal with Godric. I'll worry about my future with my boys and what that looks like.

Dumb? Maybe. Naïve? Absolutely. Did I give a shit? Hell. Fucking. No!

I was twenty-seven years old. And, yeah, that doesn't matter quite as much as a primal, but I always wanted a big family of my own, pre- and post-memory wipe. Now, I was nowhere near ready to have kids with them yet. We had a long way to go in our relationship and I still needed to be claimed before I could actually get pregnant. But that didn't stop me from wanting them. Most primal women my age are onto their third or fourth by now. It sucks being a late bloomer. At least when I thought about it, I could imagine them actually participating in parenting, regardless of who the sire is.

Unlike another set I knew. Unlike the family I grew up in where sires were responsible for their sons and their sons only. Mom had nothing to do with my brothers after they're a year old. Whereas Lana and I had been raised almost exclusively by our mother. Godric only got involved when it came to our education and punishment.

A phone started vibrating from somewhere. Kade groaned, and Warrick told him to ignore it, but he still rolled onto his back to reach for the device. A second later, he swore and shot up, practically flying out of the bed and snatching a pair of pants up off the floor. "Kade?" Warrick grumbled, pushing up on his elbow while I, shivering from the sudden loss of heat, snuggled closer. "What's up?"

"Phone!" was all he shouted before practically running out the door.

It was Warrick's turn to groan and started to roll away. "Five more minutes," I begged and tightened my grip around him.

"It probably nothing. A hidden fee, or something, that-" he didn't finish. His eyes went wide staring at the screen. Then he got up just like Kade had and started dragging on his clothes. "Get up, Jay. Get dressed."