"The doctors say she may grow a little bit taller," Elias says. "But you don't have to worry. Your children will all be werewolves and have your genes."
He hasn't been thinking about that at all, but he supposes it's a good thing. If the children she bears is half as pretty as her, they would do well in the world. He has seen a few humans during functions and galas, but none as breathtaking as her. He would have to take care to guard her so that no one tries to steal her away. The thought of her in the arms of anyone other than himself makes him snarl and kiss her harder, nipping her lower lip to make her cry out softly.
He lets her down slowly on the bed and pins her down with his fingers around her wrists when she tries to cover herself between her legs with them. She sobs softly, emba
