Page 61 of Shadow Warrior
He smiled and touched my cheek. “No. But you can if you wish. It’s not necessary. Any offspring we have will take my name, though.”
Offspring. The thought brought a warm feeling to my heart. “But what if we can’t procreate?”
“Then we can’t.” He frowned. “I don’t care if we can’t produce offspring of our own. And if you do find other mates and have offspring with them, I will love them as if they were mine because they’d be an extension of you.”
Damn, he was perfect. He was everything, and he was deep in my heart now, him and the ogre. We’d bonded, and he was simmering in my veins.
I needed to know more, to know everything about him. “Tell me about your family?”
“They’re good people. They’ll love you because I love you.” He smiled, and his expression grew soft and reminiscent. “They accepted an ogre-tainted as one of their own, after all.”
“Do troll bloods and ogre-tainted not get on then?”
“Full-blooded troll and ogre fey have a primal hatred for each other. That hatred has passed down to the feybloods in the form of an aversion. But my parents took me in regardless. Ogre-tainted are rare, almost extinct.” He continued, “I was left at a supe orphanage, probably by my biological mother or father.”
I couldn’t imagine someone abandoning their child, but life was hard out in the real world, and for the lower feybloods, it was even harder.
“I love my adopted family,” Brady said. “I’ve never wondered about my biological parents. What about you? Since you found out Bryon wasn’t your bio dad, have you wondered who your biological dad might be? I mean, has your mother said anything more?”
I was thrown by the question for a moment, but of course, Brady no longer recalled Payne. A pang of sadness assaulted me at the thought that the man I loved wouldn’t get to know the man who’d sired me.
Just for now, though.
There’d come a time when I’d be able to share the truth with him.
Right now, I didn’t want to talk about my past.
I ran my hand over his hard pectorals and down over his abs. They tightened beneath my fingers, and desire licked at my chest. I was ready for him again. I went lower with my hand, grazing his hard length with my fingertips. Yeah, he was ready for me too. I leaned over him and licked his skin, salty and delicious. He fisted my hair as I licked down his abs, making a beeline for his groin.
“Fuck, Indie.”
I wanted to taste him there, to take him in my mouth and—
My ears pricked.
Voices downstairs.
“Shit.” I pulled away. “The others are back.” I kissed his mouth softly.
Brady groaned and sat up. “Later.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a promise, and I couldn’t wait.
* * *
Carlo,Lloyd, Devon, and Aidan had taken over the lounge. Carlo was making sandwiches, and Aidan was at the coffee machine.
Devon was sprawled on the sofa, and Lloyd was polishing a blade at the table.
They all looked up as Brady and I walked in.
Carlo sniffed the air, and Lloyd’s eyes widened. The moonkissed twins exchanged knowing glances, and then Carlo dropped his bread knife and clapped his hands.
“Finally, thank you,” he said.
“Carlo …” There was a warning tone in Brady’s voice, but there was also a smile hovering on his lips.
Carlo grinned. “Does this mean it’s official? You don’t have to mate with some rando?”
