Page 99 of Storms of His Wrath

“She has your stubborn streak,” Naya said, stretching with feline grace. “Yesterday she screamed whenever the wet nurse approached. Only wanted me.”

“She recognizes quality.” His gaze devoured the sight of his mate—milk-heavy breasts, the soft curve of her belly that had sheltered their daughter, skin flushed with the contentment of a well-loved Omega. “No other hands should tend what’s ours.”

Heat bloomed in her scent, that succulent sweetness that still made his mouth water after all these months. Even exhausted from motherhood, she responded to his dominance with the same devastating honesty that had marked their earliest desperate couplings.

“Speaking of stubborn streaks,” Naya said, stretching like a cat in the morning light, “you mentioned something about eight grandchildren to Papa again during his last visit.”

Akoro’s grin turned wicked. “I may have promised him a full generation to carry on both our bloodlines.” His free hand gripped her thigh, her skin warm beneath his touch. “Are youquestioning my commitment to keeping that promise,tmot zia?”

Her scent shifted, that intoxicating sweetness that always made his mouth water. Even after bearing his child, after ruling beside him for a year, she still responded to his dominance with the same desperate hunger that had marked their first joining.

“Seven more children?” she asked, though her scent betrayed her arousal at the idea. “Ambitious, even for you.”

“I want to fill these chambers with laughter,” he said simply.

Footsteps echoed from the corridor. Nnimi burst through the doorway with excitement, followed by Oppo and Oshrun moving with more restraint.

“Where’s my cousin?” The five-year-old scrambled onto the bed with practiced ease. “I brought new drawings!”

Akoro watched with quiet pleasure as his niece spread elaborate artwork across the bedding—stick figures with better shapes now, and eyes had been included with the wild hair and enormous smiles. There were family trees that included dozens of relatives both real and imagined. The child’s artistic vision encompassed not just blood relations but the complex web of friendly faces that had transformed their world.

“See? That’s you and Aunt Naya, and baby Nnava, and these are all the cousins I want you to make,” Nnimi announced with matter-of-fact authority that reminded him powerfully of her mother. “At least six more. Maybe ten.”

Oppo choked on laughter while Oshrun’s cheeks darkened with embarrassment. His brother looked radiant—the glow of a man whose deepest dreams had been fulfilled beyond imagination.

“The Khesh speaks wisdom,” Akoro said solemnly, earning a delighted giggle from his niece. “Though perhaps we should space them appropriately.”

They discussed the flourishing state of Ilia. Small groups of people were now visiting the district, the Omega’s fears dissolving into hope the more integrated they become in Tsashokra. When Oshrun’s hand drifted protectively to her still-flat belly, confirming what Akoro’s heightened senses had already detected, satisfaction warmed him. His brother would have the large family he deserved.

After their visitors departed for afternoon rest, Akoro settled Nnava in her cradle, watching until soft breathing assured him of peaceful slumber. When he turned back to Naya, hunger blazed through him like wildfire consuming dry brush.

“Alone at last,” he growled, stalking toward where she reclined against pillows.

“Akoro,” she warned, though her protest carried no conviction as his scent deepened around them. “The baby?—”

“Sleeps peacefully,” he finished, settling beside her and drawing her into his lap. “And her mother grows more beautiful each day.”

His hands traced reverently over curves motherhood had blessed her with—fuller breasts, softer belly, the subtle marks that proclaimed her as his in the most primal way possible. Nursing had only enhanced her allure, transforming her body into something lush and generous that made his cock throb with desperate need.

“Even more beautiful now,” he said against her throat, teeth grazing sensitive skin where their bonding mark resided. “Watching you with our daughter drives me mad.”

Her breath caught as his mouth found that spot behind her ear that never failed to make her melt. When desperate hands moved to his robes, hunger roared through him like desert wind.

“I want you pregnant again,” he said, the words sending liquid fire straight to her core. “I want to watch you grow roundwith my sons and daughters. I want our children to have the family I didn’t growing up in.”

“Greedy Alpha,” she gasped, but her body arched into his touch, already slick and ready for his claiming.

He lifted her with predatory ease, positioning her to straddle his thighs, skirts pooling around them like water. When he freed himself and guided her soft slickness down onto his length, they both groaned at the perfect fit that time had only improved.

“Mine,” he snarled, hands gripping her hips as she began to move. “My mate, my queen, the mother of my children.”

She rode him with quiet intensity, soft slaps rapid, mindful of their sleeping daughter but desperate for the connection that blazed between them. His mouth claimed hers, swallowing soft cries as pleasure built between them with relentless force.

When release claimed them both, it was with shared breath and mingled moans, their bond singing with satisfaction and love so profound it seemed to reshape reality itself.

Afterward, as they lay entwined with Naya’s head pillowed on his chest, Akoro stroked and caressed everywhere he could reach. Their daughter’s peaceful breathing created a lullaby of absolute contentment.

He couldn’t believe how his life had changed in a year. He used to think conquest was victory, and now he knew conquest was worthless without someone to share it with.

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