“Don’t worry,” he murmured against my skin. “I wasn’t planning on that.”
Then he added, voice low and steady:
“I had a vasectomy the moment I knew you were my mate.”
I froze completely.
“You did what?” I asked the second the words left his mouth.
He smiled softly down at me, then leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.
“There’s already an heir to take over from me,” he said quietly.
I knew right away he meant his son.
“And I can’t put you in jeopardy by giving you my child,” he continued, voice dropping lower. “You’re human. It might kill you.”
He stopped kissing me then, pulling back just enough to look straight into my eyes. His expression turned dead serious.
“I won’t take that chance. Not if it means putting your life in danger, I don't want to lose you”
His gaze n
