I absolutely loved how careful he was, how he demanded what he wanted, took what he desired, but still cared enough to ensure I was enjoying myself. My heart was thumping overtime.
A Dominant isnothinglike I’d expected.
My only example had been Jerome, and I assumed they’d all be self-centered, egotistical pricks.
Not Kip. He was what he’d always been. My Kip.
“That was amazing,” I panted.
“You took the words right out of my mouth,” he said. “Lemme get rid of the condom, and we’ll snuggle for a bit.”
“‘Snuggle’? You’re so cute,” I teased.
“So I like snuggling,” he insisted, glaring at me. “What’s wrong with that?”
I’d made him angry, and I didn’t want that. “Nothing, Kip. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have messed with you. I love cuddling, especially with you. You fit beside me perfectly, like we were made for each other.”
“Wolves believe that. A submissive Omega and their Dominant are made for each other.”
“Whoever made that rule has myvote for Person of the Year.”
He made quick work of the rubber, then came back to the bed, laid down beside me, and dragged the blanket over us. He pulled me against him, and I could feel the sticky head of his cock rubbing over my crack. I badly wanted him to push it in, to let me feel what it was like for him to come inside me.
He doesn’t want kids, remember?At least, that was the impression I’d gotten. So that wouldn’t be happening, and I was fine with that. Really.
Okay,notreally.
An Omega’s desire for children was a biological imperative. We were literally made to have the kids and extend our family and pack line.
Kip pressed a warm kiss to the back of my neck. “What’s going on in your brain?” His husky voice reverberated through me.
Telling him nothing would be useless. He’d needle me until he got the truth, so why bother trying to hide it?
“I was thinking how I wanted you to fuck me again, but without a condom this time.” I held my breath.
“Without a…” I caught his sharp intake of breath. “You want kids?”
I nodded, suddenly unable to speak. I had to see his face, so I rolled over.
He was grinning. “Really? You want to have children?Mychildren?”
Okay, that grin undid something inside me.
“Yes, I really do. I understand that you don’t, so we’ll?—”
“Wait a sec, who said I don’t? I wouldabsolutelylove to have kids with you someday when we’re all stable. God, how amazing would it be to have the little pitter-patter of feet running around the house? I mean, I know we wouldn’t get much sleep?—”
“Oh,Iwould take care of the kids,” I promised him. “You wouldn’t?—”
His eyes narrowed. “If you say something stupid, wewillhave problems.”
“I’m just saying, you wouldn’t have to help with them. I can take care of that.”
And then he pounced, pinning me to the bed, his mouth next to my ear. “You willnot, and let me repeat that,nottake away the joy of helping to raisemykids. I’m never going to be one of those fathers who pushes things off on his wife.” He looked at me, then bit his lip. “I mean, mate. My dad’s buddy was like that, and his kids hated him. I want our kids to love me. To ask me to play ball with them or to have a tea party. I never want you to say, ‘Daddy is tired, so let him rest’. Promise me you’ll hold me to a higher standard.”
He wants kids with me.
