Total pages in book: 182
Estimated words: 171176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
Nyfain scooped up his daughter, who said, “No, Da-da,” and pointed over his shoulder at Aurelia. “No, Da-da!”
“Bye, sweet girl!” Aurelia waved before putting her whole hand to her mouth and then blowing a kiss. She did it again, and the little girl soon stopped protesting, instead imitating the motion as Nyfain walked her away, Vemar following behind them.
“That is the cutest fucking thing I have seen in my entire life,” Aurelia said, continuing to watch and wave. “A little princess in the arms of a huge, ferocious dragon. My life has been made.”
She gave me the sort of wistful smile that proved Nyfain right. She did want children—that was clear. Dreamed of them, maybe. It was sweet and charming and hit me deep, bringing forth devoted tenderness and an eager desire to get started immediately. Now more than ever I wanted all this shit circling Aurelia to disappear so that we could get on with our lives.
Feeling it through the bond, she turned to me. Our wolves pushed near the surface, the true mate bond singing, all of us longing for what could be. What we wanted as a whole.
Her glittering gaze connected with mine, and her smile slipped. Heat flared in her eyes. I could almost see her wolf moving within her as the primal longing raced through the bond: raw lust, unchained passion. Need.
My wolf pushed harder, so close to the surface, influencing me. It felt too good to back down.
“Do you want a baby, Little Wolf?” I asked in a deep, rough voice, my cock straining. I could barely think through the desire. Through my wolf’s primal surge. “Do you want to be bred by your alpha?”
She gasped, her pupils blowing wide. Her arousal flared, and that primal need blossomed through the bond.
I nearly groaned, my cock pulsing now, painfully hard.
“Do you?” I pushed, taking a moment to set down our books before I stepped toward her.
She took a step back, looking up at me, daring me to chase.
This was in large part a game. A sexy, primal, intoxicating game. But at the root of it was truth. She wasn’t ready for the next stage of her life yet, I knew, but in this moment we were sharing our heart’s desires. Expressing what we wanted was at the very core of our four-way connection, the wolves pushing, the humans unable or unwilling to let logic interfere.
I stepped closer again, feeling my grin as she once again stepped back. Once more had her bumping against the wall, nowhere to go. The people in the hall faded around us. I knew nothing else but her—the proximity of our bodies, the electricity surging between us.
“I want you badly, Little Wolf,” I growled as I put my palms against the wall, caging her in with my body. With my power. “I want to dominate that little pussy, locking you to me and pumping you full of my seed.”
“Oh gods.” She quivered, clutching my shirt and yanking me a little closer.
“Tell me,” I commanded, our lips inches apart, heating the air between us. “Tell me what you want,” I whispered. “Tell me what you dream of.”
“Children,” she breathed. “I’ve always wanted children, but never thought I could. I would never have brought a child into my old life. But now . . .”
“But now?” I murmured, kissing along her jaw and down her neck as she moaned.
“I want them,” she said, almost like a confession. “I want you to put them in me, Alpha.”
My body was a literal flame. I deepened the kiss, and she whimpered again, her hands shaking as they met my shoulders. She pushed up onto her tiptoes, and I knew she wanted me to lift her, to wrap her legs around my waist, to fuck a baby into her right now.
Gods, how I wanted to. I wanted to fall into her and never come up for air. I wanted to drown in her perfect bliss.
Normally I’d quench both of our needs with a quick fuck, but this time was different. This was still a game. A game of primal need, of human longing. If I pushed now, when her overall comfort level in this new life was shaky at best, she’d rebel. She’d dig in her heels, and it would take longer for her to come around as she tried to make sense of everything.
I’d have to wait until we could make it a reality.
Because we would make it a fucking reality. I would secure our future. Nothing would stand in my way.
“Patience, baby,” I murmured, my lips against hers. “Patience. When you’re ready, nothing will stop me.”
I pulled back slowly, and she mewled her displeasure. The cold air rushed to fill the gap between us. She shivered, her pupils constricting. In a moment, that big brain of hers started to churn, laboriously at first, in a daze of proximity and passion, but then sped up until a crease formed on her brow.