“Because my brother hasn’t been right here—” He tapped his head. “—for a long time, my female.” He smoothed a hand over my hair, then leaned down to kiss my forehead. “So I understand their weariness. If I had a daughter, I’d probably keep her away from a Lycan who’d gone mad too.” He smiled slowly at me. “But my brother is resilient. He’s held on this long, and there’s no way he’s giving up that female. They have a fight on their hands with Luca. Gods save them.” He chuckled, and his lighthearted attitude gave me hope that things would work out.
I may not know Luca all that well, only met him for that brief time at our mating ceremony, but my heart broke for him, and he was family now. My family. How strange—again—I felt more of a connection with a virtual stranger than I did with my own parents.
“No more thinking about this, Mikalina. No more worrying about what we have no control over.”
I didn’t like thinking like that, but I knew Ren was right. I had no control over this. It was fate, destiny, whatever you wanted to call it. But I was glad Luca found his mate, even if he had a fight on his hands with her and her family.
The longer I was pressed against Ren, the more my stress faded and my body heated.
“Mmmm,” Ren growled, no doubt sensing my arousal. “Is my mate hungry?” He rolled his hips, and I moaned at the feel of his massive erection rubbing along my belly, the tip slick with pre-cum. And then I made a surprised noise as he pulled me on top of him.
My legs were on either side of his muscular thighs, and a gasp of pleasure left me to feel that stiff length pressed right to my bare sex.
“I’m always—” I ground myself against him, already pleasantly naked from the last round of making love we’d done just earlier in the evening, “—hungry—”, my mating mark on the side of my throat warmed, hummed. Arousal and heat swirled within me, “—for you.” I moaned again. “And only—” I rose up, placed the thick tip of his cock at my entrance, and sank down, crying out, “—for you, Ren.” Only ever for you.
And then he fucked me for the rest of the night... exactly how I wanted him to.
EPILOGUE
Ren
Two years later
I knew she was miserable, her body aching, her new shape something she was getting used to daily. But gods, I loved seeing Mikalina big with my children.
Twin boys. Sons.
I was blessed many times over.
I could smell how strong the Lycan genes were in them, little wolves I’d teach how to hunt, how to control the power they’d wield as they grew.
And I wanted Mikalina to teach them about humans, about her side, her customs, and what she loved most.
I wanted them to know both sides of where they came from.
“Andrei told me Mini made the babies some blankets. They’d like to bring them over in a couple of days.” I glanced toward the opening of the bathroom, where Mikalina was getting ready for bed. “I bet they are gorgeous. Andrei said she’s been working on them for months.”
I had no doubt they would be beautiful, and I loved that my mate was happy. Because her happiness was mine.
“I don’t think I can get much bigger,” she idly said as she came out of the bathroom, rubbing lotion on her beautiful big and round belly. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m at capacity, yet I have another eight weeks to go.” She glanced up at me, her brows pulled low. “You sure Lycan’s don’t go before the whole human nine-month mark?”
I chuckled and leaned back fully against the wooden headboard, clasping my hands behind my head and just staring at her.
“I think you look gorgeous. And sexy,” I growled the latter out, and she cocked an eyebrow at me before adjusting my shirt, which hung off of her even pregnant.
“You are insatiable.”
I beckoned her closer and grinned when she came. “I sure am. With you. Only you.” I gently pulled her onto the bed, then adjusted her so she was curled against my side, my arm around her shoulders, the feeling of being content because my mate was in my arms washing through me.
“Are you up for watching a movie tonight?”
“I’m game for anything you want to do.”
She tipped her head back and wagged her brows. “Anything?” Her voice was low and sultry, and I felt heat coil in my gut.
My cock punched forward hard and incessant, the need to be buried in her tight pussy claiming me. “Anything,” I growled.
She sat up, pushed the long fall of her hair off her shoulder, and turned around so her legs were outstretched and her feet by my hands. At first, I wasn’t sure what she was doing, not until she wiggled her toes, wagged her brows, and pulled a chuckle from me.