Page 84 of The Alpha's Crimson Vow

“Fuck… Fuck… I’m going to cum.” She screams out.

“Yes baby! Cum with me.” I yell as my hips move like something crazed. The forests fills out with our noises. With the sound of our skin smacking against each other and our voices piercing through the night as the moon shines down on us. I lose myself completely to the moment, I want the moon itself to look down on us and turn green with envy, wishing it could be the one experiencing what we are experiencing right now.

And then, we erupt. And it’s beautiful. Her mouth opens but no words come out, not even an audibly scream. It’s just a long gasp for air as her eyes stay locked on mine. The sight is what tips me over the edge, I explode into her like I did the last time I was inside her like this. And as the orgasm shatters me to bits, the golden thread flashes in my eyes. It stays there for what feels like an eternal second. It looks stronger, more beautiful than I’ve ever seen it, and I know she can feel it too.

My body feels limp and I drop onto her. Not in a hard way, but in a way that makes her wrap herself around me. My head rests on her chest and I can hear the thundering of her heart.

And then, we just lay there, caring nothing of time or anything else. In this moment it’s just us, naked in this shade under the moonlight, wrapped up in each other.

The night is quiet around us, the air cool against our skin, but all I feel is her. The warmth of her body, the steady rhythm of her breathing as she rests against my chest, her fingers idly tracing along my side. My arm is wrapped around her, my hand moving slowly over her bare back, savoring the feeling of her—of this moment.

This is perfect.

For the first time in months, I feel at peace. Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

I tighten my hold on her, pressing a slow kiss to the top of her head. My heart is so full, that I can’t keep it inside.

“That was incredible,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her hair. “You’re incredible.”

She hums in amusement, nuzzling closer.

I grin, running my fingers through her hair. “I hope I’ve made this one of your favorite birthdays ever.”

. “Well…” She lifts her head just enough to look at me, her eyes gleaming in the moonlight. “I’ll admit, it’s definitely better than any birthday I’ve had since I was a kid.”

Something about that tugs at me.

She smiles, shaking her head slightly. “But seriously? I feel this… warmth inside me that I haven’t felt in a long time. And…” Her smile turns wistful. “When I was on your back, riding through the woods… it was like a dream I had as a child. A wish that finally came true.”

Something swells in me at that—this deep, intense satisfaction at having given her that moment.

I watch her, committing every detail of her to memory—her hair tousled, her skin glowing in the moonlight, the softness in her gaze that I never thought I’d see again.

She moves slightly, resting her head back on my chest, tracing absent patterns against my skin. And then, almost absentmindedly, she speaks again. In the same way she always seems to speak when we are together.

“When I have children,” she says casually, “I want to make sure their birthdays are special.”

My breath stills.

She doesn’t notice. She just keeps talking, her voice light, thoughtful.

“I always told myself that, after my parents never got me that puppy I wanted when I was fifteen. It seems silly now, but back then…” She exhales softly. “It meant everything to me. So, I promised myself that if I ever had kids, I’d make sure they never felt like their wishes didn’t matter.”

My hand stills against her back. My chest tightens. I don’t say anything—I can’t say anything. I just keep holding her, keep stroking my fingers over her skin like nothing’s changed.

But inside, my mind is racing. Because I know what she doesn’t.

I know that for a human woman, carrying a shifter’s child is dangerous. Lethally dangerous. The strength of our genes… the way the fetus grows… it’s too much for a human body. I’ve know very well how risky that is. I’ve heard multiple instances of human women who died while being pregnant for a shifter. It’s one of the reasons why marrying a human isn’t encouraged among shifters.

And suddenly, I can’t breathe.

But I know one thing for sure…

I will not put her in danger. Never.

We can be happy without children. We have this—we have us. That’s enough. It has to be enough.

But as she lies here, warm and soft against me, I can’t shake the way she said it. The quiet longing in her voice. Like it’s something she’s thought about a lot. Like it’s something she wants.

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