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she ran her hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck. A rumble of warning escaped him when she nipped at his jaw before running her tongue over the spot. His own hands ran down to her hips and he pulled her close to show her the effect she was having on him.
    “I think someone wants to play,” Riley chuckled, rolling her hips.
    “I was thinking Roam might like to have a little brother,” Vox whispered against her ear.
    Riley leaned back to stare up into Vox’s eyes with a look of shock. “I thought you said we weren’t having any more after Roam,” she replied.
    Vox shifted uncomfortably against her before he bent forward to brush a hard kiss against her lips. “That was because you said I would have to have the next one and I saw the pain you were in, but you have said it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be,” he retorted.
    Riley wound her arms tighter around his neck and pulled him back down to her. Sealing her lips over his, she kissed him for several long minutes before reluctantly pulling away. Her fingers played in his hair before she tugged on it and stepped away with a sway to her hips.
    “Only if I get a girl this time,” she said with a seductive curve of her lips.
    Vox scowled as he watched Riley walk into the bathroom. There was no way he would ever have a little girl. He would be in the same situation as Creon, Trelon, and Ha’ven! He would kill any warrior who even looked at her. He was about to tell Riley that when he saw her slowly bend over as she slid her panties off.
    “You do not fight fair, Riley,” Vox growled as he quickly shed the rest of his clothing and hurried into the bathroom after her. “Goddess help us both if our daughter is anything like you.”
    He ignored Riley’s laughter, instead grabbing her and pulling her into the shower where he pressed her up against the wall. The warm spray ran down over them, but both were oblivious to it as they ran their hands desperately over each other. All Vox could think of was how much he loved his stubborn, gorgeous mate.
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    Ha’ven quietly entered his and Emma’s living quarters and shut the door behind him. He could hear Emma talking to Alice. The sweet sound of Alice’s giggle answered whatever Emma had told their tiny daughter. He paused at the entrance to the living area to silently watch them. Emma was holding up different blocks and calling out their colors.
    “Red,” Alice giggled and clapped her hands. “Red, red, red, red, red.”
    Emma’s delighted laughter echoed through the room. “Yes, red,” she replied, bending to give Alice a quick peck on the cheek. “Now, what color is this?”
    Ha’ven grinned when Alice touched the blue block and it changed to red. “Red,” Alice replied with a grin before turning her head toward him with a happy squeal. “Daddy!”
    Ha’ven opened his arms, knowing from experience what was about to happen. Sure enough, a second later, Alice appeared in them. Her tiny arms wrapped around his neck and a very wet kiss was pressed to his lips. He tried not to wince when the wooden block caught him upside the head.
    “Dada, red!” Alice proclaimed with a proud grin. “I like red.”
    “Yes, I see that,” Ha’ven commented as he pulled Alice’s squirming body closer to his. “I take it red is her favorite color today?”
    “Yes,” Emma replied with a sigh, glancing around the room. “She is so powerful, Ha’ven. I worry about her.”
    Ha’ven’s eyes followed Emma’s around the room. All of the blocks were now red, as was Alice’s blanket that she liked to carry, her doll’s hair and dress, her stuffed bear, and her shoes that were lying next to the couch. He glanced down at Alice.
    Yes, red is her current favorite color, he thought as he took in the bright red dress she was wearing and the red bow in her pigtail. He frowned as a pang of fear washed through him at the thought of anything ever happening to something so sweet and beautiful.
    “What is