“Would a baby complicate things right now? Yes,” I admitted, thinking through the myriad of thoughts that had hit all at once. “But I would never not want our child. No matter when or how, I would want it.”
“Have I told you how much I love you?” she whispered.
“Not in the last two hours,” I replied, grinning.
Smiling back, she leaned forward and kissed me.
“Why would Elias think you’re pregnant?” I paused. “And are you sure you aren’t? I mean, isn’t it too soon to tell? It’s only been a week since our first time.”
“My mom was young when she got pregnant with me. Consummating her bond likely triggered her estrous cycle. As for how I know that I’m not pregnant, that was all Lulu.”
“The witch?”
“She doesn’t like being called that,” Skye said quickly. “They’re elementals.”
“Ele—Whatever,” I muttered. “How the hell could she know?”
“It’s one of her gifts. She’s like a human sonogram or something.” She shrugged and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “She said I’m not pregnant. But she also told me that I could be soon. She said my first fertility cycle would happen probably in the next year.”
I blinked slowly at her. “Okay, ignoring the non-witch, baby detector part … Is she sure?”
She nodded at me.
“How do you feel about that?” I asked softly.
“Like I don’t think we’re ready yet,” she replied after a lengthy pause. “I love you, Remy, and there’s no question I want to have a family with you. But I also want to have you to myself a little longer. Just us, you know?”
I nodded. “I feel the same way. But we also don’t know how many chances you’ll have to get pregnant—if that’s what you want.”
She rolled her eyes with a choked laugh. “According to Lulu? Second gens have a lot of chances.”
“Second what?”
What the hell was she even talking about?
She grinned at my confusion and patted my cheek. “Yeah. It’s a lot, so let’s see if I can explain it right.”
37
Skye
“I don’t want to leave,” I admitted, unable to stop from looking at the clock over the fireplace that seemed to be counting down faster than it was supposed to.
Remy grunted behind me, the arm wrapped around my waist tightening for a second.
We’d gone back to bed after Rhodes’s visit and talking on the couch. My blood heated as I remembered the way Remy had carried me back into the bedroom bridal-style, stripping his shirt off of me before spending the next hour worshipping my body.
I pressed my legs together, my center pulsing at the memory of the orgasms he wrung from me over and over, the way he slid easily into me. We’d fallen asleep in a tangle of exhausted limbs, and I hadn’t woken up until he was re-joining me in bed after getting up to make us food.
I felt my cheeks heating all over, recalling the way he’d fed me, rewarding each bite I took with a kiss until the food was forgotten.
It was cold by the time we got back to it, but I didn’t care.
I was loving being pampered and spoiled, even if there was a timetable on it.
We’d managed to make it to the couch again after breakfast. Remy had pulled me onto his lap once more and we both were quiet, mostly just being happy to be together.
But now we were running out of time. We were expected back at the Alpha house in an hour, and while I was excited to see my friends, I was also blissed out in this little bubble where only Remy and I existed.
“What time will the other packs be here?” I asked softly.
“Just before sundown,” he answered.
“Do you need me for anything?” I wasn’t entirely sure what my role would be in this, or if I even had one.
“I need you for everything,” he replied firmly, punctuating it with a kiss on my neck.
I giggled as his kiss turned into a growl that tickled. “I mean it, Rem.”
“So do I,” he retorted playfully. The growing length of his dick rocked against me, and I almost gave in.
“I thought you wanted to talk,” I spluttered, trying to pull away. “Your words, remember?”
“We can talk while I’m inside you,” he whispered, his lips against the shell of my ear.
I shivered as delicious spikes of pleasure prickled along my nape. “Those conversations usually ended with both of us swearing. A lot.”
“It’s called passion,” he teased, kissing the other side of my neck. “We’re passionate people.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. So, when I meet a strange group of men in a few hours, all I’ll do is show them how passionate I am.”
He stopped immediately. “That’s not funny.”
I tipped my head back to wink at him. “Neither is me having no idea what to do tonight.”
He frowned, looking vaguely like a little boy who got his favorite toy taken away.
I used his momentary frustration to pull away and sit across from him. My body immediately missed the warmth and comfort of his embrace, but I was actually a little nervous about what would happen tonight.
Mostly because Remy was the Alpha, which made me the Alpha’s mate. I didn’t want to do something that would mess up the alliances.
“What’s that look for?” he asked gently, his confusion turning to concern.
I shrugged, trying to play it off. “I just … I don’t want to do something that will embarrass you tonight.”
His eyebrows lifted so high it might have been comical if I wasn’t drowning in my own worry.
“Come again?”
“Already did. Multiple times,” I cracked weakly, awkwardly punching his shoulder lightly.
His eyes narrowed, bypassing my attempt at humor. “Skye, you could never embarrass me.”
“You remember that this time last year I’d never even been in a grocery store, right?” I prompted. “I didn’t know what Netflix was until six months ago. Hell, I’d never been on the internet or made a phone call before last fall.”
His expression grew darker with each instance I ticked off.
“None of that is your fault,” he said evenly.
“But it’s still not normal,” I muttered, absently picking at the hem of his shirt. It fell like a dress on my smaller frame, and I loved being surrounded by his scent. My wolf was more than content, practically humming with joy at having him near.
“Normal is relative,” he replied, shaking his head.
I sighed. “Remy—”
“No,” he cut me off, eyes flashing. “There’s nothing wrong with you, and I wish you could see what I see when I look at you. If you did …”
He trailed off, looking away. His brow creased as his thoughts turned.
“If I did what?” I pressed hesitantly.
His gaze snapped back to me. “Take off your clothes.”
I tried not to roll my eyes. “We’re doing this again?”
He stood up, and I made a point not to drool at all the muscle and skin on display. He’d only tugged on a pair of loose sweatpants when we finally got out of bed. They hung low on his hips, showcasing the cut lines of his body and defying every law of gravity.