“What’s this I hear about younglings?”
Hanna and I both shouted, “Nothing,”
Enka popped up behind him like a goblin. “I heard ‘future rooms.’”
Zara gasped dramatically. “Are you nesting again? Tell me everything. Savla needs more people to talk to.”
Tasia covered her mouth. “Oh, but what if she’s already pregnant! Call Pen—she knows the signs!”
Pen yelled from the other side of the room where she was hurrying over with a freshly changed Lira, “I’m already here!”
Darak hurled his clipboard onto the table. “We’renevergoing to get these blueprints finalized.”
Ribbon lifted his head and croaked triumphantly, still on the blueprint.
Hanna put a hand on my arm—a small gesture, but it grounded me instantly. She looked up at me with a shy, trembling little smile that made the entire chaotic scene fade away.
“We don’t have to think about any of that yet,” she said softly. “We have time. All the time we want.”
The bond softened, warm and steady. I nodded, throat tight. “Yes. We do.”
“But…” she added, biting her lip, “I didn’t hate the idea.”
My breath left me in one painful, joyful exhale. The clan hooted again sincenothingwas sacred if they were involved.Darak looked at though he wanted to scream into the void.
Ribbon croaked like he was officiating a mating ceremony. But all I could feel was Hanna’s fingers squeezing mine and the bond whispering gently,
Soon. Not now. But someday.
I wasn’t scared of that thought anymore. And the Gods help me—I wantedeveryday of my future with her.
Chapter 48
Hanna
Everything hit me halfway through the next day after we planned our home. In the late afternoon light, with the curtains parted so we could have every inch of our bodies exposed to each other, there was a fleeting moment of clarity as I stared up at Savla’s huge shoulders glistening above me.
He rocked inside me slowly, a languid, wet rhythm. I’d already come—a couple times because Savla couldn’t help himself when it came to overindulging me with orgasms. And, as usual, he hadn’t yet. He was trying to make it last as long as possible every single time we made love.
It was the best I recalled feeling inyears.Maybe ever. My world, when narrowed to Savla and the home we were making was incredible. Filled with love, joy and laughter as we touched and played.
I was almost certain that it also had to do with his revelation that he wanted to be a father. This was a sort ofpractice, I wascertain, for when I was fertile. He’d already informed me that I wasn’tquiteready to be bred by him, but that he was eager to fulfil the needs if I everwasfertile and ready for his youngling.
I had to admit that I never knew that could be a turn on for me until he’d said it, his gaze shy and sweet as he’d suggested it. I leaned back, studying his slack mouth and his closed eyes, squeezed tight with every thrust.
It was as if he was bracing himself. Building a dam every time to keep his orgasm inside. Pleasure was written all over his face.
I smoothed his damp hair back with my fingers and whispered, “Savla.”
His eyelids fluttered open and he nuzzled into my hand like a huge, half-tamed, still-slightly-feral beast. He pressed a biting kiss into the flesh right under my thumb. An invitation to continue what I was saying. It made everything inside of me spasm.
“Thank you,” I told him, pressing kisses against his throat. “For this. Foreverything.”
“You don’t have to—” I arched to shut him up with a kiss, and with a soft curse, he slid one arm between my back and mattress to pull me up. “You’re welcome,” he told me, giving me a harder stroke.
I sucked in a sharp breath, already quivering along his cock. My orgasm grew quickly, violently and with a warm rush that had my thighs locking around his hips. Before I could tell him how fantastic it all felt, he hiked one of my legs back toward my chest.
I screamed my orgasm, and he licked the tears of pleasure from my eyes as he kept up his steady thrusts. But he wasn’t all in control, he was shaking against me.
