“They have help. So, we have three hours.”
Thea bit her lip even as a rush of arousal thrummed through her. “I started taking the pill again.”
“I know.” Conall cocked his head to the side in confusion. “Is that a problem?”
“You know?”
“Of course I know. I notice everything about you.”
Love suffused her at the gruff romantic words. “So, you’re okay if we’re done with kids? For now, at least.”
“Of course.” He tipped her chin, searching her face. “I want whatever you want. We have three beautiful bairns, and if that’s all we have, I’m happy.”
“I just want some time with you and our kids without adding anymore babies into the mix.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do.” Conall bent his head to brush his mouth over hers. Her lips still tingled at his touch. Her excitement for her mate had never faded. “I love you, Thea MacLennan.”
“I love you too.”
Without another word, Conall swept her up into his arms and strode toward the house.
She laughed. “Eager, are we?”
“We went from rabid hormonal pregnancy sex seven months ago to nothing. Did I mention I miss you?”
Thea smoothed a hand over his hair as she bounced against his body with the descent. “Poor baby werewolf.”
He cut her a dark look, and she laughed.
“I’m sorry, I meant poor Alpha werewolf and his ginormous alpha cock.”
Conall nodded. “That’s more like it.”
Thea laughed harder.
But her laughter fell away as Conall entered the house via the sliding doors off their primary suite and he threw her on the bed. Their clothes were gone in a matter of seconds and when her mate pushed inside her body, Thea’s entire being lit with pleasure. Her toes curled into the mattress beneath them, her fingers biting into the solid muscle of Conall’s back as he moved inside her with steady, deep thrusts.
Nothing felt better or more right as being joined like this, watching the desire tighten in each other’s features. Conall’s animalistic growls met Thea’s moans as their first mating since Mhairi’s birth overwhelmed them both.
They’d barely climaxed when Conall flipped her on her hands and knees and took her more vigorously, fucking her now as they became nothing but love and lust wrapped up in each other.
Hours later, they were glowing with satisfaction as they drove to Callie and James’s home situated ten minutes along the loch from theirs. Callie stepped outside to meet them, baby Mhairi on her hip. At the sight of Thea, Mhairi started waving her chubby little arms, her babbles of joy turning to tears. Her eyes flared gold as the tears turned to screaming, and Thea rushed to take her daughter from Aunt Callie.
“She’s definitely your daughter,” Callie opined as she handed over the baby. “Those golden eyes.”
The children’s very early characteristics of their hybrid existence concerned their parents. Until they were old enough to control it, Thea feared Brodie, Nee, and Mhairi would have to stay close to the pack where they were safe.
Her daughter quieted in her arms, falling asleep against Thea’s chest as they followed Callie into the house.
They found James sitting on the large corner sofa with Brodie snuggled into his side and Isla in his arms. They were all sleeping. Roisin and Niamh sat in front of the television, watching a cartoon.
Toys were strewn everywhere.
The house looked like a bomb had exploded in it.
“I thought you said they had help.” Thea cut Conall an exasperated look.
“Oh, we did. Una came by.” Una was the new pack Delta. “But she left twenty minutes ago.” Callie raised an eyebrow. “Did you enjoy your adult time?”
