Then it was her turn to laugh. She threw her arms around him. “Yes, we might be disappointed, and we’ll deal with that if it happens. At least you want to try.”
“I do.” His voice deepened. As he cupped the back of her neck in one hand, he cupped the curve of her ass with the other. “Trying to get pregnant is one of my very favorite things to do. We’ll have to practice frequently, and with great enthusiasm.”
She snickered, while happiness danced inside. Maybe they would have a small intense girl with Dragos’s gold eyes. Maybe they might have another dragon. She adored her fierce, loveable dragons.
There was still so much she wanted to talk about, and so much they needed to consider. As Dragos had pointed out, another child might very well have the same capabilities as Liam and grow at the same accelerated pace.
And as they had just both said to each other, there was also a very real chance they might not be able to get pregnant again. Liam had come as a result of their original mating frenzy. They might not be so lucky this time.
If that were the case, she wanted to consider adopting a Wyr baby. She would actually be happy to adopt any kind of baby, but their household and lives were so predominantly Wyr, she didn’t want any child of hers to feel like an outsider, as she had when growing up.
But that could be saved for a future conversation. For now, her thoughts fragmented as Dragos ran a light finger underneath the neckline of her tank top. The tiny friction of his callused skin against hers caused a shiver to run down her body.
They might have a lot to talk about, but she had a feeling that, for now, the time for serious talking was over.
“We have a while until supper,” he murmured. His gaze had turned heavy-lidded and predatory. “Perhaps we should start practicing to get pregnant.”
She licked her lips. For the Wyr, contraception was not something they needed to do externally, like taking birth control pills or using condoms. Instead, it was an internal, inborn trait. Once, she had needed to use an IUD before she had managed to change into her Wyr form and fully access her Wyr side. Now, trying to get pregnant was as simple and fundamental as telling their bodies to let go.
Just let go.
It was a heady experience, like releasing the throttle on a high-speed engine. The need she felt for him never eased. It was a driving, unrelenting force that drove the definition of her days and nights. She had never been so obsessed about anything or anyone before. It had marked her so indelibly, she couldn’t imagine living without it, without him.
Attempting to sound nonchalant, she said, “Yeah, I think you could use some pointers on that.”
His eyes narrowed, and he tightened a massive fist around the delicate shoulder strap of her tank top, a gesture at once both very gentle and unabashedly dominant. “I’ll make you eat those words.”
“You are very welcome to try,” she whispered. Her attempt at cockiness had turned breathy and yearning. “Please, try very hard.”
A smile lit his hard features. “Trust me, that will be entirely my pleasure.”
Chapter Two
There was nothing new to their banter. It was a staple of their daily lives, and Dragos had come to rely on it like he relied on breathing.
He basked in the sparkle that lit her eyes as if it were sunlight. Her happiness warmed and sustained him. Her feminine scent fed a ferocity of hunger that never faded or mellowed, no matter how he tried to sate himself on her.
Even when he had forgotten her completely, he had still wanted her. The memory of his brief spell of amnesia tightened his mouth.