My arm yanks backward as Sorin comes to a stop. He pulls me closer and grips my chin. “Never.” He kisses me softly on the lips and there’s something so tender about this moment, my stomach dips in response. The necklace pulses lightly, the Dyrsjel magick within it ready to be gifted when I deem fit.
I’ve never told anyone of the gift from the Mother.
Not even Sorin.
It’s like She knew something about me that I had yet to discover. And when I am ready, my lineage will be passed along, and with it, the ability to control the Awakening Stones.
“What about you?” We resume our walk, the buttery light of afternoon seeping through the windows. “Do you want to start a family?”
Scoffing, he pulls me into his arms again before backing me against the wall. “I already have a family.” He kisses me again, this time on my pulse.
Opening the door to our room, he scoops me up and takes me straight to our bed.
Wicked man.
“You’re my family.” He places me gently on my back and brackets his arms above either side of my head. There’s mischief in his dark eyes but before he can make good on it, several growls fill the space.
Stifling a laugh, I bite my bottom lip.
“Yes.” Sorin rolls his eyes before glancing at the wolves. “You’re my family too. Though”—he leans in closer so his lips brush mine—“I wouldn’t mind if they could busy themselves elsewhere for a while.”
“We’re supposed to be changing for dinner.”
“Then we’ll need to take our clothes off first.”
“By the Mother, do you ever stop talking.”
“If you’d like, I can find something better to do with my ton?—”
I clamp my hand over his mouth. “You’re infuriating,” I say through a smile, moving my hand away.
“Yet, you love me.” Sorin smiles.
I take the opportunity to kiss him. “That I do.”
His lips are on my throat, my jaw. Laughing, I kiss him again before turning to the pups. Though, pups isn’t really appropriate now seeing as how they’re just as large as Ruse and Alaric.
You heard him.
Reluctantly, the six wolves stretch and peel themselves away from the fire before exiting through the large door that leads to the veranda.
“It’s the law to bear an heir,” I say between kisses.
Sorin scoffs before pulling back so I can see his face. “So we’ll change the law.” His next kiss takes my breath away while his hands find all the places he knows I need them most. “It’s not like we haven’t done that before.” His smile melts the last of the tension between my shoulders.
Having a child isn’t something I’ve ever considered though the thought of needing an heir had crossed my mind a time or two.
For so long, I thought not wanting a child was because I’m too broken, but maybe it’s because I’m already whole.
Just as I am.
Just as we are.
And with the gift from Mother Gaia, I won’t need a direct bloodline to continue the Dyrsjel magick.
Sorin’s teeth grate against my throat, and my back arches in response.
It’s euphoric, this feeling. Loving someone unconditionally, and having them love you back.
