Chapter 34 #2
“So good.” She rolls her hips in slow circles, testing every angle of our connection. “I can’t believe I waited so long for this.”
“We’ll make up for time lost, don’t worry.”
We find a rhythm together, her riding me while I arch to meet her.
My hands roam her body, cupping her breasts, stroking her sides, gripping her hips to guide her movements.
She throws her head back, hair cascading down her spine, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. She’s a fucking goddess.
“Ian.” Her voice is strained. “I’m close.”
“Me too,” I grunt, balls drawing tight. With the three brain cells I have left, I ask, “Do you want my knot tonight?”
Her eyes meet mine, dark with desire. “Yes.”
Permission granted, I let myself go. My knot swells as my thrusts become more urgent, the base of my cock swelling. She gasps at the stretch, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she bears down, taking me deeper, until the knot fully expands inside her and we’re locked together.
The orgasm hits us both at the same time. She cries out, her walls clenching around me in rhythmic pulses. I howl, the sound raw and primal, as I flood her with my release. We cling to each other through the aftershocks, trembling and panting and kissing.
When I can think again, I roll us carefully onto our sides, still joined. My knot will keep us connected for a while, and that’s fine with me. I never want to let her go.
“That was...” Julia starts, but trails off. “Wow.”
“Yeah.”
“I mean, really wow.”
“I know, baby. Really fucking wow.”
She laughs, snuggling back against my chest. I wrap my arms around her, one hand resting protectively over her belly, feeling the pups move under my palm. “They’re really jumping around in there. I think we woke them up.”
“We should talk about names again,” she says. “The pups will be here soon.”
“What were you thinking?”
“Well...” She traces patterns through my arm hair. “I wanted to ask you about something. In Korean families, siblings and cousins often share a generational character. It’s called dollimja. My girls both have ‘Min’ as part of their Korean names. Soo-Min and Eun-Min. So I thought maybe…”
My chest tightens with emotion. She wants our pups linked to her daughters. She wants them all to feel like part of the same family, even if they have different dads and are far apart in age.
“We should use ‘Min’ for ours, too, then,” I say instantly.
“Only if you’re okay with it. Since they’ll be half-siblings, I thought it might be nice for them to have that connection.”
“I love that idea. What names were you thinking?”
She shifts slightly, getting comfortable against me. “For boys, I like Seong-Min or Jun-Min. For the girl... If we only have one, I was thinking maybe taking the ‘Ji’ from my name, so she’d be Ji-Min. If we have two, maybe Ji-Min and Jae-Min.”
“Those are beautiful.” I kiss the top of her head. “I made a list, too. Want to hear it?”
“Please.”
“Well, it’s tough to find names that my brothers haven’t already used, but strangely, none have used our grandparents’ names yet.
So for boys, I was leaning toward Gavin or Graham, after my grandfathers.
And I thought maybe we could name any girls after my grandmothers. Their names were Isla and Elspeth.”
Julia turns her head to look at me, a smile spreading across her face. “I like them. The names sound good together, too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She smiles, warm and genuine.
I try the names out loud, feeling how they fit. Strong Scottish first names, meaningful Korean middle names, my family name at the end. A perfect blend of both our histories. “I love them, too.”
“Good.” She settles back against me with a contented sigh. “This bed is really comfortable, by the way. Much better than the pull-out.”
“It’s yours now, wulver companion optional.”
She’s quiet for a moment. “What if I wanted the option every night?”
My heart stutters. “Julia...”
“I’m tired of sleeping alone.” Her voice is light, teasing, but I can hear the nervousness underneath. “And there’s plenty of closet space. It seems wasteful not to use it.”
“Are you asking me to move in with you?” I tease.
She gives a high, nervous giggle. “We’ve only known each other a couple months, and I’m still technically married, and there’s a lot to figure out, so I get it if you’d rather have separate—”
I silence her with a kiss, deep and thorough. When I pull back, she’s breathless.
“I’ve wanted to share a life with you since the day I found you,” I tell her. “Tomorrow. Tonight. Right now. I want all of it. I want all of you.”
“Are you sure? I come with a lot of baggage. Literally a storage unit full. And also a vindictive ex-husband and two college-aged daughters and a mother who’s going to want to visit for weeks at a time and...”
“Julia.”
“Yes?”
“I love you. All of you. Every complicated piece.”
Her eyes well up. “I love you, too.”
“Then it’s settled. I’m moving in.” I pull her closer, nuzzling against her neck.
She laughs through her tears, and I hold her while the knot slowly releases and our three little pups shift and kick, waiting for their names.
This is it. This is everything I’ve ever wanted. My mate, in my bed, in my home, carrying my children.
Whatever comes next, whatever battles we have to fight with Richard or the courts or anyone else, we’ll face them as a family.