Page 59 of Iron Wolves, Kellen & Laikyn

I dropped my head into the crook of her neck, feeling a sense of wonder. “I fucking love you like none other.” I had to shake myself to look back at my mate.

“I feel the same. Come inside me. Let me feel you. I love the way you lock inside me and the warmth of your seed…” I cut her words off with my mouth on hers.

My ass flexed, my erection stroking in and out in two, three strokes, and then I was coming, my orgasm taking us both over the edge. Her incredible body accepting all I had to give and taking it with obvious enjoyment. We both lay panting. I continued to feel my dick twitch and her pussy flex as I spurted come deep inside Laikyn. If she’d been fertile, I would have planted a child in her this night.

When I was sure I had nothing left to give, I stilled, but held my weight on my elbows, not wanting to crush her smaller frame. “Well, I would say we definitely know how to make babies.” Laikyn laughed up at me.

I lifted a little further. “Do you want one soon? A little one?”

She shook her head. “Not yet. I mean, I want a little dark-haired boy who looks just like you, but I’d like to wait a little while.”

I met her eyes and, seeing the honesty there, I nodded. “We’ll make that decision together.”

“Thank you.” Tears sparked in the green depths, reminding me of emeralds.

“Why are you crying?”

She sniffed. “I’m just so happy.”

I smiled. “Well, you still have yet to be punished, but those will come tomorrow. I’m tired tonight. It takes a lot out of you to kick vampire ass. By the way, I hope you don’t like cabbage.” I shuddered.

Laikyn laughed while I rolled onto my back. With my mate wrapped in my arms, I didn’t think anything could be any more perfect except my mate’s little ones and me. I’d make sure they had a son first to protect his little sister. Of course, my daughter would look just like her mother and would be perfect. The thought made me think we’d need a couple of boys first.

“I don’t think it works that way.” Laikyn’s sleepy voice breathed across my bare chest.

“My children will listen to me even before they are born.”

She patted my chest, then fell into sleep. Long minutes later, I looked out the window, staring at the moon. Surely the Goddess wouldn’t send me a daughter first. A cloud covered the moon, and I was sure a gentle hand brushed my cheek. Assured all was right in my world, I allowed myself to fall asleep.

The End