And almost immediately, a stream of hot creamy liquid trickled down my inner thigh and onto the bedspread in ma.s.s array.

Slightly embarra.s.sed, I closed my thighs tightly together to keep it from coming out.

This sounds rather gross but Eros wasn't kidding about his pent up s.e.m.e.n.

I don't doubt his abilities anymore because there was a lot of his seed deep inside of me that was trying to come out now that his shaft wasn't blocking off my entrance.

"Eros, you didn't use a condom," I stated, more to myself than to him, and glanced down to notice the wet white and pink stains on the bedspread.

Eros gazed down at me.

His dark lashes flutter slightly at my frozen face that had formed from the sudden and extremely late-dawning realization.

"My seed is very potent, mate. It will bite through the rubber plastic regardless," he stated, more amused than anything at my horrified facial expressions.

I already knew how potent werewolf seed was, but I only wanted him to confirm the information because I was currently in denial.

Just my luck that I forgot to tell him to pull out before he came inside since I wasn't really thinking with my brain last night, not that it would really help.

But at least it would put my mind at ease.

Eros moved to kiss me when I turned my head away and glanced at him from the corner of my eye.

"Morning breath," I muttered in embarra.s.sment, covering my mouth in case he tried to kiss me again.

Before I could protest again, he pulled my fingers from my mouth and leaned down to kiss me soundly on the lips, going as far as to tangle our tongues together until I was a puddle of goo underneath him.

"I don't mind, Emira. I love you. All of you," he murmured against my lips before he pecked against the corner of my mouth while watching my every reaction to his words.

By now, my eyes were wide like saucers at his declaration and my heart was beating dramatically in my chest until I felt my eyes burn with unshed tears.

I wanted to say something—anything—yet no words would leave my mouth.

Did I really need those three words to leave his lips to know that he loved me?

Probably not.

He didn't have to say it for me to know that because every single one of his actions proved that he cared and loved me more than I knew.

Call it a gut feeling, if you will.

I just knew it.

But hearing those words leave his lips turned me into an emotional mess again and I couldn't help getting teary because of it.

"I like you. Probably much more than like now..." I finally croak out.

The word 'love' had stuck itself deep in my throat like peanut b.u.t.ter, and no matter how I tried to spit it out, it would not move.

I was embarra.s.sed and deeply moved by his words but I couldn't get my feelings across.

I have never confessed to anyone before, and the words just would not come out.

Probably because I was uncomfortable with using the word 'love' since I have never used that word in a sentence towards anyone other than my grandmother.

"I know, Emira. I know," he stated as his lips curled into a sinfully eye pleasing smirk.

Eros suddenly got off of the bed and headed for the bathroom, leaving me there to mellow in the aftermath of his confession.

I can't help but think I have seriously lucked out on this relations.h.i.+p.

Where can you find a male like Eros?

Grinning like a maniac, I burrowed underneath the covers because I feared laying splayed open like this would lead to another mishap.

I want to be able to walk again.

Thank you very much.

Not even a minute or two later, Eros came back to the bed, causing it to dip slightly on his side when I felt his warm hand pull off the covers from my body.