Page 35 of Sasha's Wounded Wolf

“We’re having a baby,” Rowan told them.

“Well, hell,” Damien growled. “That’s fantastic news! Congratulations, Alpha.”

The others all joined in, and we were surrounded. Each of us hugged in turn. My head was spinning by the time my feet found the ground again. Then I was in Rowan’s arms again, and he was carrying me back upstairs. He shut the door with his foot and took me to the bed, lowering me to my feet beside it.

“Will Raine be okay with us having another baby?” he asked as he stared at me.

“Of course,” I said. “We just have to make sure he doesn’t feel replaced.”

“He’s my son. He’ll never be replaced,” Rowan stated with a growl.

“Exactly,” I agreed. “He’ll be as excited as we are.”

He cupped my belly again. “We’re having a baby.”

“Yep. Apparently, when you declare your intentions, you don’t mess around,” I teased, reminding him how he’d told me he’d fill me up until his seed took root inside me.

He grinned. “If that’s true, then we’re going to have a big family.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Definitely. I can’t keep my hands off you, Sasha. Add to that your plan to keep me inside you. It’s a recipe for keeping you pregnant.”

“I’m okay with that.”

He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Dropping it to the floor, he went for the front clasp of my bra.

“I’m going to make love to you, mate,” he told me, bending to lick up my neck. “All night long.”

“Mmm,” I agreed as he lifted me onto the bed and laid me back. “I like the sound of that.”

He opened my jeans and tugged them down, taking my panties with them. Tossing them aside, he bent over me, capturing my mouth with his while his hands ran over my body. This man. This perfect man. My man. My mate. I reached for him, but he pushed my hands down beside my head.

“Let me love you, baby.”

He ran that wicked mouth back down my neck to my breasts, worshipping there for several moments before brushing kisses over my abdomen.

“This is Daddy,” he whispered against my skin. “I love you. I can’t wait to meet you.”

His words hit me like an emotional punch to the heart.

“Rowan.”

“Shh,” he whispered then nuzzled lower, spreading my thighs wide and licking over my sex. “I’m hungry, Sasha, and you’ve got my favorite treat right here.”

He dipped a finger inside. “It’s even ready for me.”

“Yes!” I cried as he ran his fingers over me then pressed one inside.

“You taste like heaven,” he groaned before licking over me again. “I could eat you for the rest of my life, and it wouldn’t be enough. Never enough.”

“Never,” I agreed, already rocking my hips into his mouth.

He made a feast out of me, making me come over and over again, until I was begging him to fuck me. When he slid up my body and pushed inside, I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held tight.

“I love you. I love you so much,” I swore.

He kissed me, and I tasted the proof of his prowess on my tongue.

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