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“You’ve already made me a better man, and you’ve only been here a few weeks. That’s why I know this isn’t just my wolf, or pheromones, or anything like that. I can only call it love.”
I huff out a tearful breath, laughing a little at how emotional I’ve gotten. I’m really not a cryer, and this is pretty out of the ordinary for me. Reyes looks up at me like he’s used to making people cry, and I figure he must be…he is a priest after all.
I put my hands on his face and draw him up to me, until he’s just inches away. “Is it bad that I really just want to fuck your brains out right now?” I ask.
He laughs before covering my mouth with his in a searing kiss. Reyes presses me into the sheets as he crawls over me, his knee sliding between my legs. I’m wearing a sundress now, and the scrape of denim over my underwear makes me moan into his mouth.
“Funny—I was thinking the same thing,” he murmurs.
He kisses me hard as he unbuttons my dress, a line of delicate button loops lining the front of the floral print sundress. He growls possessively when he reveals the fresh bite mark on my breast, lapping at it and sending waves of pleasure across my skin.
“Reyes…” I murmur. “Wait—we should talk.”
He pauses, then sits up—like he’s remembered who he is, like he’s not a beast.
I kind of feel like one right now, regardless.
“Of course,” he says, dragging his eyes away from my exposed cleavage with some effort. “Right. What did you want to talk about?”
“Earlier,” I say, “you said something about not telling you what to do because my powers of suggestion were growing? Does that mean…?”
His eyes widen, and he holds his forehead like he’s got a headache. “Oh—I almost forgot, with the conversation at dinner and what we did in the barn…”
Kinda cute that he has to refer to it as ‘what we did.’
“I think it has something to do with the bite,” he says. “I thought my power as Alpha Prime was infallible—I have to avoid telling people what to do on accident because of it. But earlier today, when you told me not to move, I think it happened to me.”
I raise my brows. “Are you sayingIcan tellyouwhat to do?”
“I think so,” he says. “Maybe it’s like a…balance of power type situation, where there’s an Omega Primeandan Alpha Prime? To keep the alpha from getting out of control.”
“That’s…” I pause. “You’re trusting me with a lot. If I wasn’t on your side, I could use this.”
“But you are on my side,” he says. “I can feel it…here.” He puts his hand on his chest, and his other on mine. It’s like our pulses fall into rhythm when he touches me, skin to skin.
I inhale sharply.
“Okay,” I say. “No more secrets. And if we’re doing this—if we’re committing to this—there’s something you should know.”
“I’m listening,” he says, turning on his priest voice.
I kind of hate it at the same time that I love it. Itdoesn’tmake me want to talk to him, just get him naked, which is counter to what I’m trying to do.
“If we’re going to stay together, you should know that I…” I stop, closing my eyes. When I open them again, I stare at the floor. I don’t know why this is so hard. “I can’t have kids, Reyes.”
He doesn’t respond; he just keeps holding my hand. We sit in silence for a moment before I glance up at him, anxiously chewing on my lip.
“Is that okay?” I ask.
“Tilda,of courseit’s okay,” he says. “I never even thought I would have children when I was keeping to my vows. I had my congregation, and then I had the pack…there was never even time to think about kids of my own when I have all these people to care for.”
“But now…I just figured when you started saying the word ‘mate.’”
“That’s not what it means,” he says. “Not to me. You aren’t some kind ofvessel, not some thing to facilitate the creation of something else. You’re Tilda, and that’s more than enough for me. You’re perfect as you are.”
Damn it, he’s going to make me cry again. Before I can start, I fling my arms around his neck and bury my face in his chest, his hands sliding across my back in comforting circles. We stay like that for a few long minutes, and I just inhale his scent.
I kiss his neck, gently at first…then harder. I find my mark on him, running my tongue across the grooves where my teeth bit down, along the punctures that are already healing.
