“You, uh, you’d still want to be with me if I wasn’t going to breed for you?”
Dane smiled down at me. “I do still want everything with you.”
I sighed, the breath rattling out of me in a deep shudder.
“What’s wrong?”
“They won’t consider sterilizing me until I’m over thirty. If I do get pregnant..”
I saw the moment my meaning registered and Dane’s lips curled into a sweet smile.
“I would support whatever decision you made but I’m over thirty,” he said casually.
I snorted and tugged on one of the silver hairs peppered through his chest fur. “Yes, I’m aware.”
Dane kissed my cheek again. “If I had a mate who didn’t want to risk an unplanned pregnancy, I could get snipped. No doctor would refuse to do that, right?”
I gasped and choked on my own spit. “What?”
Dane shifted me on his lap so I was straddling him, our noses nearly touching. “If you want to stay with me, I’ll get a vasectomy, Shelly.” He leaned forward and pressed our lips together in another light kiss. “That should alleviate the risk, yeah?”
“You’d do that for me?”
“I’d do that for us,” Dane corrected gently. “I love you and if you want it, I’d love to have a future with you. And I want that future to be one that we both feel secure in.”
All of the anxiety and stress that had built in me over the past few weeks fled so quickly I was left lightheaded with relief and, apparently, horny.
When I shifted my hips, rubbing my butt against the hardness I’d been trying to ignore during our serious conversation, Dane groaned softly. “Damn, baby. Do that again.”
I gyrated over his lap again, this time making him hiss and grab my ass in one big hand.
“So,” Dane murmured in my ear between light nibbles on my neck, “you still up on your birth control shots?”
“Mmhmm,” I agreed, leaning my head back to increase his access to my neck. “I am.”
With a growl, Dane flipped us over so I was flat on my back and he was planking over me, our lower bodies separated by only cloth. “In that case, I think we should celebrate, yeah?”
I moaned into his mouth when he slid against me, increasing the friction. “Only if you get these damn clothes off me.”
Dane’s laugh was music to my ears as he raised up enough to reach for the hem of my shirt. “My Omega’s wish is my command.”
Epilogue
Dane
Six months later
“Shelly, if you keep this up, we’re going to be late.”
I was laying on my back in our bed, staring up into the mischievous face of my husband. He was straddling my chest, tweaking my nipples while his hard cock bobbed teasingly just out of reach of my mouth.
“About that,” Shelly murmured, shifting to lay on top of me and thrusting his hips against mine, rubbing our erections together. “Why are we wasting our honeymoon by going to that bitch’s sentencing hearing when we could stay in bed, instead?”
One of my hands squeezed my Omega’s firm butt, sliding one finger between his cheeks to stroke over his hole. “Wasting, huh? I thought you wanted to see it through?”
Shelly moaned and pushed back against my hand. “Yeah but when I thought about it, I decided I have seen it through, you know? I testified against her, signed off on the plea agreement that the district attorney offered her, and gave a victim impact statement before the judge decided on whether to accept the plea.”
“You did all of that,” I agreed, collecting the slick pooling under my finger and pressing the tip through the tight ring of muscles.
