Duke's hand remained on my stomach, his touch reverent and possessive all at once. It felt so good I couldn’t help but whimper…
When he looked up at me, his eyes had darkened with something primal, something that made heat pool low in my belly.
"You're carrying my child," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "My pup. Our future."
"Yes," I breathed, and the word came out shakier than I intended.
He stood slowly, his hand sliding from my stomach to my hip, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the evidence of his desire pressing against me, could see the way his pupils had dilated until only a thin ring of brown remained.
"I need you," he said simply. "I need to show you- to feel-" He broke off, his forehead pressing against mine. "Tell me you want this too."
"Always," I whisper
