Caspien's eyes flashed black, and he growled lowly, lowering his mouth to my marking spot and s.ucked it, sending shivers running down me as I let out a gasp.
“But it's not just about me.” I forced myself to go on. “You both have to accept each other. I don’t even know how you would feel about that if you wanted kids or how he would fit in.”
“Well, we obviously would have to paint his room blue.” Caspien pulled back, and I felt like I could breathe again. “But I would like you both to live here. I want you in my life, both of you. I don’t want him because of you. I want him as mine.”
My stomach dipped, and I looked at his face; I didn’t just want him to be saying that. It was too soon; they barely had any time together.
“I like the kid. Atlas had already claimed him as his.” Caspien gave me a genuine smile.
“He did?” I asked.
Werewolves were possessive, especially Alphas. I didn’t think an Alpha wolf would ever claim another man's child.
Caspien nodded. “From the moment you mentioned you had a child.”
I chewed my lip. That made me feel better than he could have imagined.
“He’s not baggage. He's not a burden. I got a mate and a bonus.”
I laughed at that. “Thank you.” I touched my forehead to his, closing my eyes.
“I know I don’t know him well, but from what I’ve seen, he’s a good kid. I didn’t think I would get along with him as well as I did; I’m surprised he wasn’t scared of me.” His voice was low.
“It means the world to hear that; I think he really liked you too. No, I know he did. But this is forever, and it's not just about me. I need to make sure for both of your sakes. That both you and Emmett want to be a family.”
A wide smile spread across his face. “A family, I like that.” I couldn’t help but return his smile.
“Did you ever want kids?” I asked.
He shrugged. “I honestly didn’t really think about it. It's assumed as an Alpha that I would carry on the line and have an heir, but I never decided for myself if I wanted them. But I think I do. Since I met you, I would love to create a life with you.”
That took my breath away. I honestly didn’t think about having more kids, but with him, I wanted that. I wanted to have a pregnancy with someone that worshipped me; I wanted to have a child whose father was there during my labor and was one of the first people to hold our child.
I wouldn’t give up Emmett for the world, but I wished so much for both of our sakes that his father was there for it all and wanted to be there.
“Of course, that's in the future,” he added.
The future, our future.
It was like something clicked. We had a future together, and I could really see it now. It didn't feel like something in the distance anymore. It was something that was already falling into place, being built around us.
“I do have to ask you, though.” Caspien's voice sounded more serious. “Does Nolan have any legal rights over Emmett?”
I bit my lip. “I don’t think so?”
“He’s not on the birth certificate?” He asked. I shook my head. “Was he notified of the birth?”
“No? He knew I was pregnant...” I trailed off. Obviously.
“Oh.” Caspien's dark brows tugged together, forming a v above his nose. “I don’t know human rules, and they don’t apply here anyway, but for werewolves, the father has to be notified of the birth of their child.”
“But-”
“I know, in this situation, it's s.tupid. But legally, you have to notify him of the birth; then he has thirty days, I think, in order to accept responsibility.”
“Emmett is almost five,” I said flatly.
“I know, but just so that he can’t come back in the future.”
My stomach dropped; what if he decided to accept responsibility? What would that mean?
“It's archaic, some werewolf claim; you know how possessive we can be.” He almost rolled his eyes. “But it also makes sense, so people know they have a child out there if the mother decided to leave without telling the father.”
I nodded, it did make sense, but I didn’t know that was a thing.
"I would feel better knowing that he has no legal claim," Caspien went on.
“So, how does it work? How do I know his response?”
“You send a notarized letter, make sure it gets into his hands, and then if he does nothing for the month, then it's void. If he wants to lay a claim, he can contact you.”
“Okay.” I was suddenly filled with anxiety.
I knew Nolan didn’t want to claim the child, but what if he did something out of spite? I still didn’t understand what I did to make him almost hate me and reject me in public without any guilt.
Caspien rubbed my cheek with the back of his finger. “We can do it tomorrow; have it sent out. I’ll have one of my men go and deliver it personally and confirm that he received and opened it. Just to put it behind us.”
“Okay.” I nodded.
“It will be okay. Then we can move forward completely and legally,” he promised. I nodded again, not really sure what moving forward legally entailed.
“Now, let's focus on something else.” I opened my eyes, and he pulled me back to his chest. His scent momentarily distracted me, but anxiety still tugged at me.
He rubbed circles on my back, and I breathed deeper, settling into him. His hand slipped under my shirt and continued rubbing my back; the warmth and sparks danced on my skin under his touch.
My body started heating up from my center, and I grabbed at his shirt before running my fingers, tracing his muscles under it. I wanted to feel him.
“It’s my turn now.” I moved my face so that my lips brushed against his neck.
I sucked his marking spot, and a low growl rumbled through him; his hands froze on my back.
Mark him, mark him, mark him- Iris chanted in my head.
Soon, hopefully soon.
I reached my fingers and placed them on his neck. He stayed motionless as I kissed his neck and jaw, shifting toward him. His grip on me tightened as I turned around, s.traddling him.
I felt his hardness through his pants as I moved across him, sighing at the way it felt. I couldn’t imagine what he felt like. I wanted him, but I wanted to wait until we were completely alone.
But that didn’t mean I couldn’t taste him.
“It's my turn,” I breathed and eased myself from his lap.
He lifted up, helping me remove his pants.
“You don’t have to.” His icy eyes met mine.
“I want to.” I unhooked his boxers, sliding them down his legs.
His length surprised me. My mouth was dry looking at it. It was beautiful, and I would never have used that word to describe a f.ucking p.enis.
I swallowed as he sat back.
I rubbed my hands up his thighs, feeling the muscles tighten under my touch. I cupped his silky balls as I moved closer to him and took his soft tip into my mouth.
He sucked in as I swirled my tongue around him, tasting him and loving the feeling of having him in my mouth.
My hand wrapped around his length as I moved my hand and my mouth together. He groaned, his hand brushing my hair from around my face and holding it behind me. He didn’t push me down and just let me do my own thing; his hand tightened into my hair as a low growl reverberated through his body.
Heat pooled in my center, knowing that I was making him come undone. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel. I wanted to show him how much I appreciated him. I was so turned on by having him in my mouth and the way his body responded to mine.
“F.uck Willa, I’m close,” he groaned, thrusting up toward me.
I took him in deeper, wildly. Focusing on nothing but his pleasure.
“Willa,” he grunted and spilled into me.
I swallowed all that he gave me, taking one last long dip to make sure I got all of it.
When I was done, I leaned back, still sitting between his legs. I placed my hands on his thighs while he caught his breath.
“I don’t think I have ever seen anything more beautiful,” he said. His breathing was ragged as he stared at me between his legs.
“I was about to say the same thing.”