I nod slowly, as I start to move her up and down on me.
Her eyelids flutter, her focus on the sensation.
Maybe this isn’t the time, but I can’t help feeling it is.
“This is how our pack always connect. Skin on skin. No barriers.”
Her eyes widen. “We’ve been … Oh! I didn’t even …”
“It’s okay,” I assure her. “We didn’t think about it because we’re fated, but we should have asked how you felt about it. It’s not something we ever have to think about. At least, until we met you.”
Her lips form an “O”, and I can see she’s processing all that information and everything it means right now, in this instant, in front of me.
“I could be …” she whispers, shock in her gaze.
“You could be,” I admit. “Is it something you want?”
She blinks and a slow smile moves over her lips.
“I … I’ve never thought about it, but with you, with this pack, yes.”
I smile back, my gaze drifting to connect with Falcon.
He looks as stunned as Robin just did a second before.
I’d call him out for eavesdropping, but I meant for him to hear that.
She’s ready. She wants everything we want. She’s truly our final fated mate.
“Well, if you’re not already pregnant, let’s see if we can change that tonight.”
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Three
Robin
Is it really this easy to have everything you could possibly want? It feels like a fairy tale.
All I had to do was escape a trap I didn’t know I was in, and now I have four incredible mates.
They moved away from their lives to be with me. They’re taking jobs at the academy where I live and work, and now I know they’re thinking about the future.
They want children with me. They want to make a real family together.
I already knew I’d hit the jackpot with them.
But now, I really couldn’t ask for anything more.
The next hour I spend rocking in Jay’s lap comes to a close with the hope that we may have already started a family. I can’t say I’d thought about the consequences of our unprotected encounters until now, but now nothing can keep the smile from my lips.
Falcon is lifting Shayne into his arms when Jay and I get up from the couch.
“Someone’s ready for bed,” he admits.
“Hmm?” Shayne murmurs, his eyes closed.
“I’m gonna clean him up and put him to bed.”
“I’ll reheat the food if it needs it,” Jay says, putting an arm around my waist and stroking my stomach with his other hand. He kisses my shoulder before he moves past me, heading to the cart close to the table.
