Page 66 of The Demon King's Destiny

“What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t think. It’s so obvious and I didn’t think of it,” she murmured, her face becoming pained.

“What are you talking about?”

“Is it possible to impregnate me? I know we’re in the dreamworld, but I found your medallion and you woke with my panties, so obviously things can be transferred. I can still feel what youtransferredinside me. It seems like it was a lot. Is that normal? Well, I suppose that’s irrelevant. But what about the rest?”

Marrok barked out a laugh, then laughed even harder when her upper lip curled and she slapped his shoulder.

“Do not laugh at me!”

“I’m sorry,” he got out in between her smacks against his arm. His entire body was shaking, and it was onlygettinghim more turned on.

“It’s not funny, Marrok. What, pray tell, could I possibly tell my father? It’s not the sort of thing I could keep secret for two years!”

“Shh, calm yourself,” he cajoled, pulling her into an even tighter embrace.

Marrok was still inside Evelyn. Her slick warmth tested his control mercilessly. Fighting his own needs, he merely held her, waiting for his mate’s ire to cool.

“I don’t know if conception is possible while dreamwalking. From the evidence you so shrewdly presented, it’s a distinct possibility.”

“Oh, Goddess above,” she whispered.

“Evelyn, hush. Now is not a time in your cycle where you are likely to be fertile.”

Her entire body stiffened. “Excuse me?”

“There are only certain times when a female can conceive. This holds true for she-demons, vampires, she-wolves, as well as female elementals.”

“How do you know I’m not fertile right now?”

“By your scent.”

Her stunned expression was adorable. “All beings, of every faction aside from Gwydion, can tell by scent. It’s not a secret.”

Evelyn remained frozen in place, not so much as blinking.

“Evelyn?”

Her head swiveled slowly, side to side. “I knew others had impeccable senses. I never … it’s just … so invasive.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “No one calls attention to it. To do so would be beyond rude. It’s simply an ability we’re born with. So don’t look so forlorn. This is a benefit for couples who want to wait for children. Besides, if you ever suspected you were with young before I had a chance to get your father to agree to our marriage, I’d ride to your doorstep with an army to collect you.”

“You would?”

“I vow it.”

Marrok would never allow her to be alone in such a state, especially not in Gwydion. In hispeople'seyes, marriage was a formality. The saatus bond was eternally binding. As such, he and Evelyn were already committed. The King of Gwydion, however, would want Marrok and Evelyn to exchange vows.

There was a time where the chance of marrying again would make him physically ill. Now, he could easily picture it with Evelyn. Unable to stop himself, he visualized his saatus heavy with child. Picturing her round belly did something to Marrok.

Melena hadn’t wanted young. She’d insisted her visions had shown she would never bear him a child. The future was never set, so he’d assumed she would change her mind after a lengthy period of time.

She’d taken her own life before they’d been able to discuss it further. He’d tried every day since to forgive her for it. Part of him hadn’t. He couldn’t even bring himself to tell Evelyn how Melena had died.

“Marrok?”

His vision focused on Evelyn’s worried eyes. “Yes?”

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