“Finn—”
“I will kill him,” he said, burying his nose in her hair. “My family won’t live in fear of him.”
“I’m pretty sure he’s the one that’s afraid now,” she said, looking up at him. “From what I saw, you were terrifyingly efficient. There were so many.”
“I was lost. I thought I’d lost you. All I cared about was getting even.”
She frowned. “No matter what, you have to be here for our son. Oscar needs you, Finn. You have to be there for him.”
“I need you,” he whispered, fighting the lingering fear of losing her. “I always will.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “Women have babies all the time. I’m not worried. So, you can’t be. You’re my mate. My partner. My alpha.” Her hands slid along his neck to his shoulders. “My lover.”
He nodded. “Your husband.”
Her eyes widened. “Is that a proposal? It sort of sounded like an—”
“Order,” he finished. “I’m not asking. I told you that night, once you agreed to be my mate, I’d never let you go.”
“The bond isn’t enough?” she asked.
“For me, yes. But it might be best for the rest of the world to know it too, so the wolf doesn’t get angry.” He pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth.
She smiled. “Then I’d better marry you. Even if you’re not asking.”
“He can get very protective when it comes to you.” His hand slid through her hair, his want raging hot and heavy through his blood. “And possessive.” His tongue brushed between her lips, drawing a gratifying gasp from her.
“Show me,” she managed.
“Is that an order?’ he asked, his hands
fisting in her hair.
“Yes.” She moaned as he sucked her earlobe into his mouth. “Always.”
“Always,” Finn agreed, he and his wolf happily giving her what she wanted.