Page 106 of Quintus

During her full moon run in New Orleans, the Alpha Logan’s mate, Wynter, had pulled her aside. Careful to delicately broach the subject, she asked if Gabriella was pregnant. She’d been with the pack long enough to know when wolves were breeding with their mates, detecting the familiar scent. Given both mates wanted children, they’d conceive.

Gabriella had kept her secret guarded since yesterday, processing the realization that she could have children. An undetectable remnant of her magick remained and had manifested into a breeding cycle. Nervous, she couldn’t be sure Quintus would want a baby right away. They’d only known each other a short time, but despite that, she loved him, desperately yearned for his child.

On the way up in the elevator, she’d smiled, wearing the elegant dress he’d left for her on the bed. He’d sent a limo from his house to pick her up to bring her to the hotel, telling her he’d meet her there. As the doors opened, her breath caught at the sight of Quintus standing gallantly in his tuxedo. He turned and gave her a sexy smile, and her heart melted. As she stepped toward him, her eyes widened in awe of the gorgeous rooftop setting. Hundreds of Asiatic lilies, their sweet fragrance kissing the twilight air, accompanied the soft lull of jazz.

Quintus took her hand and she fell into his embrace, her heart pounding. As he slid the ring on her finger and kissed her, she could no longer keep the secret.

“What is it?” he asked, smiling.

She averted her gaze, her lips drawn into a tight smile. Butterflies danced in her stomach as she reached for the words. “I…I…Quintus, I know my magick is gone. And I never really wanted kids or at least that is what I thought when I was running. I didn’t want to subject anyone to the hell I was going through. But then I met you, and you’re my mate. And the baby…Samantha’s baby Kate. Something inside me. I love you and I just wanted to have a baby…your baby.” Fuck, I’m rambling. She took a deep breath and blew it out.

“Hey, bella. We talked about this. We can adopt.” He wore a confused smile.

“I’m sorry it’s just…well…the other day I was running with Wynter. And I know you’re not a wolf but maybe you know this. You see, I’ve spent a lot of the time with the pack. I discovered something. I…I…”

“Whatever it is, it’s okay. You can tell me,” he assured her.

“I’m in a breeding cycle,” she told him, her voice soft. “I guess wolves, you know they can decide on when and if they have children - their magick allows them to get pregnant.”

“I’m sorry…what?” Quintus cocked his head.

“It means…”

“But…no…” He plowed his fingers through his thick dark hair. “Your magick.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Yes?” He went still.

“Yes. I mean if you want this. I know it’s so soon. We haven’t had much time alone. If you don’t want to have a baby…” Anxiety twisted through her.

“I…I never thought I’d be a father. It’s just not something that happens to us. Are you sure? Really sure?”

“I’m sure. The other wolves. They know. I can’t explain how it happened. Maybe it started before I lost my magick.” She exhaled, holding her breath before releasing it again. “But if you don’t want to it’s okay.”

“What? No. I mean yes,” he said nervously. Quintus rushed to her, sliding his hands around her waist. “Yes.” He brushed his lips against hers. “Yes.” Quintus kissed her again.

“Yes,” Gabriella repeated, her heart racing as she heard his word.

“I love you, Gabby. So much,” he whispered into his kiss.

Gabriella lost herself as his lips captured hers. She melted into his arms, her mind afloat in a blissful state of love. Her life had gone from hell to heaven. Quintus was everything she’d ever want or need.

“Dinner,” he murmured into their kiss.

“Hmm…this could be, maybe like an appetizer.” Her body flared in arousal, her fingers dropping to his pants and fumbling with his belt.

“Si, I’ll feast on you first,” he told her. His fingers slid through the slit of her dress, his hand gliding between her thighs. “Fuck, I can’t resist you. Not even a little bit.”

With his button freed, she unzipped his pants, sliding her fingers around his swollen cock. She fisted his thick shaft, kissing him back with fervor, nipping at his lips.

“I love you,” he whispered into her lips.

“I love you, too.” She smiled and tightened her grip on his dick, running her thumb over its wet slit. “Now fuck me.”

Quintus hiked up her gown and lifted her into the air. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her mouth crushed on his. They stumbled into a cabana, and she eased back onto the daybed, pulling his body upon hers. His hand cupped her bare mound, a finger grazing through her slick pussy.

“Jesus. No underwear, woman?” he growled, his lips traveling over her chin and down her neck.