Grim pulled me up to sitting, brushing my wild hair behind my ear. “You can call me what you want, my mate. I just see it as my past, as an unworthy wolf. Now that I have you, I feel like I’ve redeemed myself.”
I shook my head. “Grim, you have always been worthy. That bitch didn’t know what she was missing. It was all about titles. You were there for the love, she wasn’t. She was not worthy!”
Grim chuckled and cradled me like a helpless baby. I wanted to protest, but his brawny arms, his soft eyes made me bite my cheek.
“My name was Andrew James,” he stated.
He looked nothing like an Andrew.
Grim was all tattoos, ear piercings, and muscles. Andrew James sounded like a gentle soul, and Grim was not.
“I like Grim better,” I stated.
He raised his eyebrow. “You do? Why is that?”
I tapped my finger to my lips. “Andrew James sounds like someone who has a small cock. Yours is too big and intimidating for a name like that.”
Grim threw his head back and laughed, his grip tightening around my body. He leaned down to kiss my lips.
The bulge of his cock pressed between us, and his knot throbbed when I clutched it in my hand.
“Does it hurt?” I whispered.
He wanted to lie, but I shook my head, knowing what he was going to say. “A little,” he cleared his throat.
“Then let’s take care of it, and this time, I want you to come inside me.”
“Don’t tempt me to pull out your implant,” he growled. “Because my wolf wouldn’t think twice about putting a pup in you.”
I shivered in excitement. Being swollen with Grim’s baby sounded…exciting.
To make a product of our love, our bond?
Gods, what was I thinking? I’d had no family of my own for years, not since…ever really. I had no mother, no father. But making a family with Grim? That sounded…nice.
I blushed anyway, fiddling with his small patches of chest hair. “Maybe I’d like that, too.”
Chapter Thirty Two
Grim
Mywolfgrowled,pleased.
“You would?” I panted heavily.
My nose went straight to her mark. My hips rubbed against her slit, my precum coating the tip of my cock.
It has been a delightful torture for the past hour, just holding her, touching her. My knot was pleading for release—to be forced up into her tight pussy and lock it into place. To feel it pulsing was my one desire.
“Yeah, I don’t know why that appeals to me so much. I’ve never wanted kids. I didn’t want them to live a life like mine,” she said shyly.
“Our pups would never live the lives we had,” I promised. “Never, I would make sure of that.”
Her nipples tightened, and I kissed the tightened nub and sucked hard. Her fingers pulled on my hair, my arms wrapped around her, pushing her breast further into my mouth.
“We could always practice if we aren’t ready,” I murmured into her skin.
Journey didn’t respond. Instead, the slick of her pussy rubbed up against my cock, my knot, making the head weep with extra come.
