Wyatt took her hand and sat down on the couch and pulled her into his lap. She curled into him like it was the only place she wanted to be.
“How are you feeling,” he asked.
“Better, only called your mom a clown instead of her name once. And I might have referred to the cocoa as the cock. But your mom was really cool about it,” she said smiling.
“I would have loved to see that, what did you say exactly?”
“Well I took a sip right away and might have yelled, ‘damn this cock is hot’. Your mother apparently found it hysterical. She laughed for like five minutes,” she admitted.
Wyatt couldn’t help but laugh himself. His mom liked a dirty joke like the rest of them.
“But she was very informative about a few things you left out from our little talk last night,” she chastised.
“Like what,” he asked, not really listening to her. He was too busy finding bare spots on her neck to kiss.
“Well, it seems you left a part out about biting,” she said pushing his head away from her neck. He attempted to get back at her neck and got another shove.
“Wyatt, the biting?”
“Oh, that. I would have told you, eventually,” he teased, going back to kissing her neck.
“So you want to bite me?” She tried to keep the conversion on track.
“You have no idea how much, gingersnap. The minute I bite you and my saliva enters your bloodstream, we become more than one. We will be linked for eternity.”
“Wow, that’s deep,” she said sarcastically, which earned her a nip on her neck.
“So… your mom said something about me changing? So I could carry shifter babies?”
That got his attention and he pulled back to look at her. The expression on his face was one of a man not sure if he was about to get slapped or clawed. Pissed or annoyed was not always easy to discern on a woman he’d learned.
“Cubs, um, yeah, mom is kinda big on cubs right now,” he said looking embarrassed.
“That’s okay, I’m pretty sure my mom talked to her about grandchildren too. So if you aren’t in the market for babies, you might want to speak with them.”
Wyatt kissed her lips and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. He gave it a tiny bite. “I’m all about the babies, or more accurately what you have to do to get the babies. I hear practice makes perfect,” adding another kiss to her lips.
“Do you mean that? You really want to have kids, with me, now?” She pushed at his chest. She expected him to pull what she thought was a normal male move and immediately reject the idea of fatherhood. She was still trying to wrap her head around his willingness for commitment.
“Of course I mean it. I know it’s harder for you. I have my bear and my genetics on my side. They assure me without a shadow of a doubt that my future lies in you. Every fiber of my being is devoted to you. You have to make up your mind first before we can convince your soul.”
“And how do we go about that,” she asked. Soul convincing, that didn’t sound daunting at all. No pressure there, she thought.
Resuming his kissing on her neck, Wyatt started moving his hands around her waist, careful of her stomach which was still tender. “That whole biting thing I mentioned? Well, not only will it help you carry my cubs, but it will also strengthen our bond. You won’t feel the undeniable pull that I do since you aren’t a shifter. But you will start to feel a little of what I do. You’ll see how much you love, adore, and are devoted to me and be able to times that by a thousand to start to grasp how I feel about you.”
“Love, adore and am devoted to you,” she asked laughing.
“Yup, exactly that,” he said dragging his teeth over her collar bone. “Is that what you want? You know the truth, you hold my very life in your hands. Are you willing to share your life with me? Join my crazy family and spend our days loving each other and having frequent wild, loud sex together?”
Shocks of electricity tickled down Jinger’s body as his breath tickled her throat as he spoke. Frequent, wild loud sex was not something she’d turn down. This man could turn her into putty, mold her any way he wanted. Convince her the sun was the moon and night was day. As long as he kept kissing her.
“That doesn’t sound bad,” she said kissing him back. The hard tendons of his neck fitting perfectly between her teeth. She heard and felt him growl. He liked it.
Wyatt shifted her so she had one leg on the outside of his, straddling his lap. Her sweet arousal claiming his senses, he breathed her in deeper. His bear growled loudly in his head that he wanted more of her scent.
He sunk his hands into her hair and pulled her mouth to his. He sealed her acceptance with a kiss, a claiming kiss that left her without any doubt that this man would always rock her world.