Luna shifted closer on the wide couch, her movements anything but subtle. Her pregnant belly pressed gently against his side as she draped herself over him, one leg hooking over his thigh possessively.
"Master," She murmured, her voice a low, needy purr that sent a familiar heat through him.
Aiden didn't even glance down—he knew that tone all too well. "Yes, Luna?"
Without a word, she slid fully onto his lap, legs tucked against his sides, arms wrapping around his torso in a fierce embrace.
Her cheek pressed firmly to his chest, ear tuned to the steady thump of his heartbeat.
The soft swell of her breasts, fuller now from the pregnancy, molded against him through her thin shirt.
"You're late for cuddles," She accused, her tail swishing lazily behind her.
Aiden chuckled, pulling a thick blanket over them both to ward off the evening chill. "I was literally sitting here the whole time."
