Mate's Arms

I wake up wrapped up in my mate's strong arms.

He lies behind me, my back to his chest, one hand over my belly. I feel so well rested. I could spend an entire day in bed like this.

"Good morning," I whisper, stroking his lower arm gently, then I lay a kiss on it.

I expect him to moan sleepily, but instead he speaks with an awaken voice. "Good morning, Luna." He inhales the scent of my hair and then bites my neck passionately.

I get tingles all over.

Then he whispers into my ear. "I want to make us a child."

I freeze at once. Somehow, everything is done more easily in the dark. The morning sheds a revealing light onto the real us.

I tilt my head for 90 degrees. "I didn't know you were awake."

He doesn't go off the topic, but cups my breast instead, rubbing his nose against my ear. "An heir to the pack."

I swallow hard. One he will have to claim. And if challenged for it, possibly give his life for it. "Everything in its own time," I say, removing his hand lightly.

He frowns. "What's