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Adar's clever fingers trail over the bite mark on my throat. "I've staked my claim now. You'll swell beautifully with our pup."
His amber eyes take on a faraway look. "I hope they have your spirit. We'll teach them to hunt and fight as soon as they can walk. They’ll be strong and fearless."
Adar's words paint a vivid picture in my mind—a little boy or girl with his father's golden skin and my dark hair, tumbling playfully with Adar in our meadow. My heart clenches with longing.
"He'll have your clever hands and loyalty of heart too," I say softly.
Adar smiles. "And your wisdom and courage." He brushes a tender kiss over my hair. "Our child will change the world someday."
His belief warms me. Our children will grow up safe and cherished, not fearing the discrimination Fern battled. They will lead the packs into a new era of openness and light.
Adar's hands begin wandering again, unable to resist relearning my curves. I sigh blissfully under his unhurried attention.
When his fingers quest between my thighs and find me still slick and swollen for him, Adar growls approvingly.
"Ready for more already, my insatiable mate?"
Before I can respond, he rolls me beneath him again, amber eyes burning with lustful intent. I welcome Adar's passion gladly, wrapping my legs around his hips. After so long fighting to survive, I crave feeling claimed by this formidable man.
Adar enters me swiftly, both of us groaning as he fills me in one smooth stroke. He sets a forceful pace, taking me with powerful thrusts that wring shattered cries from my lips. Now that I've promised him a child, Adar is utterly focused on spilling his seed as deep as possible.
I meet his demanding rhythm eagerly, nails raking down his back. The pleasure-pain of his cock pummeling my slick channel soon has me racing toward the edge again.
Sensing how close I am, Adar drives into me brutally hard. "Come on my knot, Rina. Milk every drop of my seed into your fertile womb."
On cue, I shatter apart, inner walls clamping down rhythmically on his swollen bulge as ecstasy crashes through me. Adar shouts harshly as he follows me over, grinding his knot in deep.
We remain tied as his essence fills me in endless streams. I cling to Adar, letting the blissful sensations roll through me. Already I feel our bond deepening, strengthened by the promise of new life to come.
Eventually Adar's swollen knot deflates enough for him to slip free. Before I can mourn the loss, he moves down my body to press a tender kiss over my still-flat belly.
"Rest now, little flame. Our child needs a mother's strength."
Adar draws me close, one powerful arm curled around me possessively. I nestle into his embrace, surrounded by warmth and the heady scent of our passion.
With my fierce warrior beside me, I surrender to exhaustion, dreaming of the child we created. The future is uncertain, but together Adar and I will weather any storm.
Our love burns bright as the heart of a flame, lighting the way forward. As long as I have this man's passion and protection, I am home.
ChapterNineteen
I'm relaxing at the kitchen table of my mom's newly rebuilt house, sipping a mug of fragrant tea, when a knock sounds at the door. Before I can rise, Ali flashes me a smile and bounds over to answer it.
"I'll get it, Rina. You stay put."
I nod gratefully, settling back in my chair. My petite best friend has barely left my side since we defeated General Teller, fussing over me like a mother hen. Not that I can blame her, after everything we've endured. And especially now, with me carrying not just one babe, but two.
Ali swings the door open, surprise flashing across her pretty features. "Lucian! Come in."
My clever mate steps inside with his usual feline grace, brushing a swift kiss over Ali's cheek in greeting. "Thank you, little witch. I hope I'm not intruding." His piercing blue gaze finds me. "Just wanted to check on our girl."
Warmth spreads through me at his concern. I beckon Lucian over with a smile. "You're always welcome, darling."
He joins me at the table, angling his chair close so our knees brush. Lucian captures my hand, long fingers threading through mine. I marvel again at the contrast between his elegant hands and my own calloused ones.
"How are you feeling today?" Lucian asks, sharp eyes assessing me for any sign of discomfort. "Any nausea or fatigue?"
I consider before answering. "The morning sickness seems to have passed, though I do get tired more easily these days." I smooth a hand over my still-flat belly. "But both babes are doing well, as far as I can tell."
