“Maybe in mind,” I say with a smile, “but in body, I’m afraid I may die of excessive orgasms if we continue. I don’t think my heart can take any more of this. Although it has been fun.”
He grins as he watches me. “It has been the best time of my life.”
“Mine too. But it would be a shame if your queen dies before her first day on the job.”
He reaches for me and I slide over on the bed, sinking into his embrace. I love being held by him. It’s the safest place in the world.
His hand slides to my stomach and he rests it there.
“You know,” he says softly, “Wolf Queens often conceive quickly.”
I glance down at his hand, then back up at him. “Is that your medical opinion or wishful thinking?”
“Both.”
I smile, warmth blooming in my chest. Truth be told, I’ve been thinking the same thing. I feel like a part of him is already inside me, although I wasn’t sure if that was the bond, the mark, or a child growing in my womb. Or all three.
“Are you excited to have kids?” I ask as I let myself indulge in the fantasy a little.
“I can’t wait,” he says. “To see your belly round with my child.Ourchild. I want many heirs. Princes and princesses galore. I want this castle teeming with them.”
“Gods help us all,” I say.
He laughs. “They will,” he replies easily. “It’s destiny.”
I tilt my head, studying him. I want to give him that. I want to grow a royal dynasty that will keep this land safe for centuries.
He takes another bite of the peach and heat begins to flow from my core as I watch him chew.
“Ready to leave?” he asks.
I bite my bottom lip and shake my head.
“Maybe another hour,” I say as I throw off the blanket and straddle his big frame. He groans hungrily as I wrap my hand around his big cock and guide it to my wet pussy. “Then we can leave...”
We both moan as he pushes inside me, thick and deep.
It feels like heaven.
“Maybe one more day,” he growls as I start to ride him.
“One more week,” I say as he grabs my ass, moving me up and down his firm length. “Or two…”
Fuck it. We’reneverleaving.
Epilogue
Morwen
Sixteen Years Later…
Idon’t know how I’m able to do it, but there must be at least three hundred wolf pups running around on the rolling hills, and I can still pick out mine. One of my younger ones, Rydan, tries to join the bigger pups and collides into a large gray wolf that sends him flying. I wince as he summersaults backward down the hill, but these wolves are tough and resilient, and he gets up, shakes himself off, and rejoins the pack.
Tonight is the Moonfire Feast, where the pack pays tribute to the goddess of fertility, Eirwyn. I owe a lot to her.
Eight heirs—five princes and three princesses—all of them wolf shifters for my mate, and for our kingdom.
Yeah. I’ve been pretty busy over the last decade and a half.
