"And our child? Do I end up removed from their life after I've given birth?" I whispered, whimpering as his hand cupped my sex, holding my stare.

"No, because I intend to breed many from you," he uttered huskily, rub- bing his fingers against the clenching pulse he created between my thighs. "Remember when I asked you how many babies you wanted?"

"All the babies," I replied, holding his gaze. "I wanted to be the mother to all of your babies, and you wanted many. I was silly ...