Rourke smiled. “Cute.”
My cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, if that was even possible at this point. I looked away only to have my gaze drawn to the large tent in his pants. I swallowed thickly.
“Sebastian,” Rourke said.
I shivered. I’d been unfairly angry with him the first time he said my name out loud, so I hadn’t appreciated the way it sounded on his tongue, but I did now. I wanted to hear him say it again.
“Yes?” I said.
Rourke met my gaze. His eyes were dark, glittering with emotion.
“You told the King you were going to produce an heir,” he said quietly. “Did you mean… with me?”
My heart went from fluttering to flying. My scheme had finally caught up with me. That was why I’d gone to purchase Rourke’s contract, wasn’t it? Because Father insisted it was my time to create a child? It all seemed so ridiculous now that I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.
“What’s funny?” Rourke asked.
“Just the events that led up to this,” I murmured.
I slowly raised my arms to hook them around his neck and pull him closer. He didn’t argue as I kissed him deeply, the delicious taste of peaches blossoming on my tongue.
“Yes, Rourke,” I said, looking at him seriously. “Thatiswhat I meant.”
I watched as the meaning registered on his face. His cheeks reddened.
“Are you serious?” he asked.
My face said it all. It dawned on him that, yes, I was completely serious.
A mental shift seemed to happen behind Rourke’s expression. His eyes softened, regarding me in a new light. Despite the rush of heat to my cheeks and how utterly vulnerable I felt beneath him, I couldn’t look away.
“Tell me what you want,” Rourke said quietly.
He was really going to make me say it. Of course he was. Things could never be easy with my alpha.
I hissed softly through my teeth as I pulled him closer, my mouth an inch from his as I whispered, “I want you to spill your seed into my womb andbreedme.”
20
Rourke
Sebastian’s words sent me reeling. If I hadn’t heard them said outright, crystal clear and undeniable, I would’ve thought I made the whole thing up.
But I didn’t.
He wanted me to impregnate him. The eldest prince of Lacehaven, and the omega next in line for the throne, wanted to bear my child.
A great shudder wracked my body. The gravity of it all hit me at once. If I got Sebastian pregnant, what would that mean for me? For him? Nothing like this had ever happened before. Princes didn’t mate with nobodies, and I was about as lowborn as they came.
But as I gazed into Sebastian’s grey-blue eyes, those feelings washed away like the lapping of the tide on the shore. None of that mattered to me right now. I wanted Sebastian just as he wanted me. Whatever this insane, terrible, magnificent feeling was between us was something we shared. My pull toward him was unlike anything I’d felt before—like if Sebastian wasn’t in my life, maybe it wasn’t worth living.
“Sebastian,” I said quietly.
His black-blue eyelashes brushed against his cheeks as he blinked up at me.
“Yes?” he replied.
“Are we… fated mates?”
