Gritting my teeth, I caught his hips in my hands, stilling him as gently as I could as I forced myself to check. “Paul, are you sure you want this? We can cuddle if you just need the pheromones.”
Paul leaned forward, his green eyes glittering as they caught and held mine. “I want this, I wantyou,” he said firmly. “I want your hard cock so deep in my ass that I’ll still feel it next week.” He brushed a kiss over my lips before rising back up, still holding my gaze. “What doyouwant, Alpha?”
My heart stuttered and when I opened my mouth to say that I was fully on board, something entirely different flowed out. “I want to be your husband in every sense of the word. I want to be Bun’s other Dad. I want you to stay, forever.”
The arousal in Paul’s eyes softened to something deeper. “If I say yes, will you get on with fucking me?”
A small laugh bubbled up inside me. “Uh-huh.”
Paul’s lips spread into a wicked grin. “Yes.”
He squealed as I flipped us over, careful to catch my weight on my elbows as I set about branding the sweet Omega asminein every way I knew.
Epilogue
Paul
Sitting in the large master bathroom of the house that I shared with my Alpha and our fourteen-month-old son, I stared in disbelief at the two pink lines on the plastic stick in my hand.
Pregnant.
But..how? I mean, for most couples the answer would be obvious but with Sylas’sunusualgenetic makeup, we’d been told repeatedly that not only was natural conception not an option for us, but that invitro fertilization was unlikely to work either and that wasafterI’d spent months convincing my husband that I consider it an honor to carry hisdemon spawnas he tended to unpleasantly refer to it. As it was, I’d only nipped into the convenience store on the way home from the sentencing hearing for my former family -if one could even call them that- to buy the silly thing because the stomach flu I thought I was fighting seemed to be unusually insistent.
“Da, Da, Da!”
“Be right out, Benny!” I called, shaking my head in absolute astonishment.
“I’ve got him, Tiger,” Sylas called back, the other side of the door erupting in giggles as Sylas swooped in.
A nervous flutter ran through me as my palm brushed over my not-as-flat-as-before belly. What would Sylas say? Would the knowledge that he was going to have a child of his own cause him to pull away from the boy he’d chosen to raise with me? Almost as soon as the thought occurred to me, I dismissed it.
If there was one truth I knew in the world, it was that Benny and I were Sylas’s entire world and while his universe could expand, I didn’t believe for a minute that it would shrink.
Taking a deep breath, I stuffed the test into my pocket and slowly opened the bathroom door, my heart jolting at the sight of my husband and son curled up on our large bed as Benny read Daddy a story in the way only a toddler can.
Sylas caught my eye and grinned, sending me a wink before his brow furrowed. “Bun, can you go get Daddy some water, please?”
Our son immediately jumped up, a broad smile on his tiny face. “Yup!”He scurried off to the cupboard where we stashed bottled water as Sylas pushed himself to a sitting position.
“What’s wrong, Tiger?”
I opened my mouth, shaking my head helplessly when nothing came out. Finally, I walked over to stand before him and pulled the test from my pocket.
“What..” Sylas trailed off, his eyes widening comically. “You’re not!”
“I, uh, think I am,” I stammered, hoping I didn’t look as terrified as I felt waiting for his reaction.
“Oh, God, Baby,” Sylas’s face fell. “I’m so sorry. It’s got to be early, right? We can talk to the doctor, get a referral…”
His devastated look turned to shock when my palm struck his cheek, the unexpected force moving his head to the right. Catching my wrist in his hand, Sylas gaped at me. “Youhitme?”
The enormity of my action left me horrified. “Oh, God, Sylas,” I choked. “I..I wasn’t thinking. I just reacted.”
Sylas’s face softened and he pulled me to his chest. “It’s okay, Paul. This has to be an incredible shock. It’s understandable for you to be angry.”
Shoving my hand against his chest, I stepped back. “That’snotwhy I hit you!” I snapped. “You were going to say the doctor could refer us to terminate it!”
Sylas shook his head, but I knew it was confusion and not disagreement. “Well, yes. You know what I am, what the baby will be.”
