“I guess I never thought about it,” I murmured. “Since I always assumed Iwouldbear children, other possibilities never crossed my mind.”
Elijah smiled. “So, is that a yes?”
“Yes,” I said quickly. “I do. I really do. I just held myself back from hoping because I thought it wasn’t possible.”
“Well, stop holding back,” Elijah told me. “If you want it, we can make it happen somehow.”
He leaned in to kiss me. My eyes fluttered shut and I met his mouth, letting the warmth of the kiss wash over me.
Elijah’s hands began to roam down my body. I went limp beneath his fingers, except for the excited twitch of my cock. They paused at my waist, refusing to go any lower, and I groaned in frustration.
“Tell me something,” Elijah murmured. “You don’t have to say you love me. I know it’s still early in our relationship. But do you like me, Felix?” He rested a hand over my nipple, touching it through my shirt and making me shudder. “Do you enjoy spending time with me?”
Now his finger circled it and gently squeezed the sensitive flesh.
I let out a small whimper and breathed, “Yes.”
“Did you know,” he began, teasing my nipple again, “that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we first met?”
A shiver rolled down my spine. I bit my lip. “No.”
“There’s something between us,” Elijah murmured. “Tell me I’m not the only one who feels it.”
“No, I feel it,” I insisted, still melting beneath his fingertips. “When I’m with you, it feels different.”
Elijah’s lips grazed my ear teasingly. “Different?”
“Different from my ex,” I replied. “Like a weight’s been lifted off my shoulders. Like my senses were dulled, and now they’re exploding.”
He chuckled. “Is that a good thing?”
“Stop teasing,” I mumbled. “I’m being serious.”
“I know.”
He kissed my cheek, the action so soft and tender that my chest squeezed with affection. I didn’t want to be anywhere but here.
“Then I guess we should make it official,” Elijah offered. “Boyfriends.”
I smiled, and I knew he felt it with our mouths so close together. Larry had never referred to me as his boyfriend--I was always themate, or theomega.
“I like that.”
Elijah cleared his throat. It must have been a specific tone because River raised his head, alert.
“Scram, buddy,” Elijah said.
With a huff, River leapt off the couch and sauntered over to his own dog bed, leaving us alone.
Elijah returned his attention to me.
But when we’re in the bedroom . . .” Elijah reached for my chin, tracing a finger up my jawline and tipping my face upwards. “We’re a daddy and his boy. Aren’t we?”
I shuddered with anticipatory pleasure. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Y-yes, daddy.”
