Page 79 of In the Light of the Moon

Sylvie chuckled, and then we both moaned at the wave of pleasure it sent through us. My hips began moving, chasing that feeling, and we both somehow came again, albeit on a smaller scale than we had before.

She gave a sated sigh, “I can’t believe you were depriving me of this before. Morning breath and all.”

“Well, it is an awkward thing to bring up, if you admit. It’s a very non-human feature of my anatomy that is very explicitly for child-making and nothing else,” I gestured a hand to where we were joined.

Sylvie ran her soft touch over my side, and I scooted my head back on the pillow to better see her. I hardly monitored her scent during these moments anymore. I just took the shifts and swells as they came, enjoying my mate without worrying unless there was cause.

But, did she truly enjoy this time? The extra skin contact was pleasant, absolutely, but did the realities of what it meant make her uncomfortable? She was on birth control now, but would she want to be forever? What if it failed?

She must’ve seen these questions on my face, because her caresses just continued, lengthened. Her scent turned sweeter but clouded with anxiety, too. It was how she smelled when she was hesitating to tell me something, wanting to broach a topic she wasn’t sure how I would take.

“What is it?” I asked instead of letting my mind run with further worry.

She bit at her lip for a few more seconds, her toe tickling the back of my calf, and I waited. “Do you want that? To have kids, I mean. With me.”

My heart picked up, wanting to scream the answer, but my mind hesitated. What if she didn’t? What if begging for me to come in her while we fucked was all it was—lust pushing her to say words that didn’t mean anything else? Would I scare her away if I told her that I did?

I took a deep breath. “Yes,” I said because I was done keeping things from her.

Some of her anxiety cleared, and I relaxed a bit more. “When?”

“When what?”

She kept stroking my side, her fingernails giving light scratches. “When would you want to? Have kids.”

I blinked, eyes unfocusing to think through her question. To be frank, I hadn’t thought about it in those terms. At some point in my early adulthood, I worked through my fear of repeating the mistakes of my parents and realized that I did long for a family. A connection that was similar but deeper than a pack. I wasn’t sure when the idea of Sylvie being the one to have a familywith began to take shape. Perhaps it’d been the back of my mind since I’d realized that I wanted her.

Our relationship was less than half a year old, and yet, in some ways, it felt like it had always been. The before didn’t matter anymore, and the only thing that drove my worries for the future was the fear of her no longer being in it.

“I hadn’t thought about a ‘when,’ really. Just that I want that with you. Do you want that?”

Her eyes were wide and open, something I always admired about my mate. “Yeah, but…” I held still, willing myself to remain calm. My fingers started tapping and flicking, though, and she noticed. She moved her hand to my shoulder, holding it over my mark, “I just meant that I didn’t want a baby right now. Maybe not for a while, though I’m not sure how long. Is that okay?”

I relaxed once again. “Of course, mo ghrá. I’m not in a rush.”

She sank further into her pillow. I hadn’t even realized how tense she’d gotten. “Okay. Sorry, I was worried that you’d want to start right away. I know you’re more established and a few years older than me, so?—”

“Are you calling me old?”

My teasing had the desired effect, and she smiled. “Well, youarefive years my senior.”

“So youarecalling me old. Should I be offended?”

Sylvie leaned forward to press a kiss to my lips. Her body shifting sent another shock of pleasure between us, and we both sucked in short breaths. I was still hard and trapped inside her, and most likely stuck for at least twenty minutes more.

I rolled over, bringing her on top of me. The morning light was flooding our bedroom with golden rays, but I was fully focused on my mate and not the sight of the land around us. Her breasts hung plump and round above me, and I cupped themin my palms. She brought her hands to hold my wrists, and her hips began to move.

This was also the danger of knotting inside my mate. Being held together so often turned to us wanting each other again before we could separate. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, mouth watering and wanting to flick over them with my tongue. But watching her grind on top of me, and listening to her pleasured yet frustrated moans, was its own kind of bliss.

“You want to have my pups, Sylvie? Let me fuck and fill you so you can have my baby?” Her eyes rolled back then clenched shut as she started to rise and fall in a shortened rhythm. She was even tighter like this, where we still couldn’t move much, but it was more than enough to leave me growling and thrusting up into her.

She reached for the headboard, nodding frantically. I could tell that she was trying to be quiet with the way she held her lips closed. She trembled above me, brows turning up and whines coming through her nose. I clutched her jaw and tilted it down for her to look at me, “Tell me.”

My claws had come out at some point, and I rejoiced in the shivers their prickling incited in her. Why had I been so afraid of her reaction to my Wolf? My mate embraced both parts of me, and I felt the luckiest in all of the world to have my little witch who loved me like I loved her.

I flicked out my tongue, now longer and flatter with my half-shift, and licked one of her nipples that dangled over my head. “Fuck, I want to have your baby,” she cried, and I sucked her breast into my mouth, let my fangs graze the sensitive skin.

Sylvie came apart over me, body constricting so much that I was unable to move inside her at all anymore. The silky friction nearly made my eyes cross, and my release shot down my body. More cum filled Sylvie, building the pressure between us. She landed on my chest, panting and trembling, and I wasn’t muchbetter. It was blissfully uncomfortable, and I let the scrape of my claws on her back soothe us both.

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