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That we’re in synch.
They’ve accepted what we want, and now my cock is starting to swell into a knot, stretching at my piercings to trigger a pain/pleasure response that I know puts me so damn close to the edge that I’m about to come.
If that happens, we’re making a baby. Without having ever talked about it.
I can’t let that happen. Not without knowing how Amanda feels about it.
It’s not good enough knowing that she has to want it to cause this.
She’s never said the words.
I’ve never admitted it to her, either.
I push my wolf under, closing my eyes to try and separate myself from what’s happening.
The feeling of my cock swelling stops as I tell my wolf this isn’t right.
He growls back at me, knowing instinctively that I’m wrong.
It’s not good enough. I don’t want to put Amanda in a spot where she might have to make a tough decision. I won’t do it. She deserves better. She’s my true mate. The only woman I’ll ever love.
I would never put her through that.
My wolf growls a little more before the knot in my cock wears off.
Amanda lets out a sad sigh, but I think she’s still under the control of her wolf.
I open my eyes, and when her glowing stare makes me squint, I pull my cock out of her pussy.
The feeling of her walls squeezing down on me is enough to push me over the edge as I pull out, spreading thick slashes of hot cum over her naked body. I catch a drip that rolls over her clit on my finger, part of me tempted to push it inside.
I suck the drop into my mouth and get up quickly.
I need to clean her up, and we need to talk.
Chapter eleven
Amanda
Adazedfeelingsettlesover me as I watch Dante rush through the trees into the bathroom he shares with Parker. Despite coming hard on his swollen cock, I feel vaguely unsatisfied, as if something that should have happened didn’t.
That’s probably a good thing, Amanda.
You’re too young to think about becoming a mother.
Am I, though? I’ll be nineteen in less than a month.
Finishing college won’t be difficult with three mates around to help look after a baby.
Oh, Goddess. I can’t believe this. It’s really, truly what I want.
I look up as Dante comes back into the room with a warm, damp towel.
He kneels by my side and silently cleans me up, his gaze never meeting mine.
“Was that what it felt like?” I ask him, not sure how else to start a possibly awkward conversation.
It’s not like we’ve ever discussed kids, outside of casual remarks that are usually thrown around by Sean and Parker about how big a house we’ll get when we leave town, or whatever. I don’t think Dante’s ever joked about it. I don’t think he ever could.
