Say My Name

by R K Knightly

  "That's fine then," Dr. D'Amato stated and took out some blue jelly-like substance and squirted some of it onto Elle's exposed baby bump. "And I can see we have an anxious Alpha Daddy with us as well today. Are you having any nausea, Alpha dear?" The doctor smiled and looked pointedly at Liam.

  "Hysterical." Liam rolled his eyes at the smirk on Evelyn's face. Since becoming mated to Elle, he wasn't so harsh and cold, and many of the pack felt more at ease in his presence. "Let's get on with it already. I want to see what flavor baby my girl has got brewing in her belly."

  Elle rolled her eyes at him behind his back and winked at Evelyn. Let's mess with him a little, she linked to the female doc.

  What do you have in mind? Evelyn asked in kind.

  Tell him it's triplet girls or something.

  You have to live with him. Evelyn shrugged and made a forced humming sound as she moved the wand over Elle's belly.

  "Well...that's interesting," she said out loud.

  "What? What's interesting?" Liam stilled and looked at the screen, trying to figure out what was so clear to Evelyn.

  "Two...no – three baby girls in there," she said. "Maybe a fourth but I'm having a hard time with this position. No wonder you are larger than most she-wolves, Luna. You're carrying a litter!"

  Liam blanched to paper white, his eyes nearly bugging out of his skull.

  "Three...girls?" He inhaled and almost choked on air, and there was a rosy redness to his cheeks as Elle stifled a giggle that was threatening to bubble up from her throat. "She has th-three babies in there? Holy crap. I'm gonna be up to my elbows in shit-filled diapers!"

  Elle couldn't help it and laughed.

  "She was only kidding, Liam," Elle said. "I asked her to play a joke. No need to get upset. Only one baby’s in there, I'm sure."

  "Yep." Evelyn winked as she spoke. "One healthy baby boy, and one healthy baby girl."

  Rolling her eyes, Elle looked at the doctor. "You can stop now. The joke's over. Look, he's already turning back to a normal color." She gestured at Liam.

  The pink returned to Liam's cheeks as he took a steadying breath and closed his eyes. "You are so getting spanked when we get home."

  "Liam!" Elle's face flushed as Dr. D'Amato laughed out loud.

  "I was kidding about having triplets. And quads," Evelyn bit out between chunks of laughter. "I wasn't kidding about twins. You're having one of each flavor, as Liam put it. A boy and a girl. You get your Alpha and a tagalong sister to boot."

  "Holy Christ on a cracker! Twins?" Elle sat straight up, trying to distinguish the blobs on the screen. "Where?"

  Dr. D'Amato pointed to one circular head and body. "There's baby number one. He's the boy. It looks like he's already protective of his little sister. I'll have to move to get a better view of the girl." She shifted the wand to the side and nodded. "There's baby number two. Definitely a little girl. She's lacking in the man bits department. Or maybe it’s really a boy and he's just very small."

  Liam's brows furrowed a bit as his mouth formed into a straight line.

  "No way! Alphas are always packing in the man bits department. No son of mine is going to be small down there. Not possible!"

  "I was kidding, Alpha." Evelyn rolled her eyes. "It's definitely a girl you've got in there so calm down before you give yourself a stroke."

  "You know what that means though, don't you?" Elle asked. "Two of everything. Cribs, changing stations, one big-ass stroller for the both of them. Two car seats."

  "Not a problem," he said, kissing Elle's head. "I got this, babe. You just keep cooking 'em in there like you're supposed to and I'll make sure they each have one of everything on that crazy list I'm sure you're compiling in your head right now."

  "Good thing I already have two boobs," Elle said with a sigh, thinking about breastfeeding.

  "The babies aren't the only ones thankful for that, babe."

  "Liam!"

  Chapter 46

  "Thank fucking God you're a wolf," Liam said as he slammed Elle up against the door of their bedroom. "If I had to wait any longer because you were human, my nuts would shrivel and fall off. I can't see how the humans have to wait 6 weeks to have their mates after they give birth."

  "They...they don't have mates, Liam," Elle told him before his hot, wet lips pressed up against hers.

  "Lovers, wives, baby daddies...whatever. They should be given a medal for abstaining from sex for that long."

  "You did it after Cecilia died," Elle reminded him as his lips raced over her neck to tease the flesh of her mark.

  "Shit, baby. My dick was useless after my first mate died. Might as well have lopped it off and called it a fucking day," he told her as he licked her neck, causing shivers to run up and down her spine.

  "Have I mentioned lately how glad I am you didn't do that?" she asked as he bit down on her neck to add a pinch of pain to their lovemaking.

  "Mmm...not recent enough it would seem," he said. "Couple weeks, maybe?"

  "I've been recuperating," she told him and felt as he teased her nipples with his tongue before sucking on them, one after the other.

  It was summer now and Elle had given birth to twins, future Alpha Arsen, and her little lady, Serena. They had both picked the names, and though Arsen wasn't her favorite, it was slowly growing on her. It had been 14 days and 12 hours since Elle and Liam had had sex last, and they had been given the go-ahead from the doctor after a short period of recuperation.

  Caleb was still out west, somewhere along the coast of Oregon at last count, looking for a second chance mate of his own. He had decided to start at Blackriver then head west, make his way down the coast and head back via the Southwest, through Texas, Louisiana, and Florida. He was in good spirits when he left and had mostly gotten over his heartbreak over Sheila and her manipulative ways.

  Mostly. You never really got over the loss of a mate unless you found and marked a new one.

  "Fuck, babe...your tits," Liam groaned as he sucked on one puckered nipple until it pebbled. "They've grown massive."

  "Twins, remember?" she reminded him, voice breathy as he continued to lap and suck at her.

  "Fuck. I hope we have twins again then."

  "You're supposed to pull out for a while.” Elle sounded a little frantic. She didn’t want to fall pregnant against so soon after giving birth to the twins. “I don't want to get knocked up again until those little ones are at least a year old."

  "Baby, I haven't tasted you in like, two weeks," he told her as his mouth skimmed lower, nipping at the flesh on her belly. It was back to its former tautness thanks to her quick shifter healing. "I'll try, but I can make no promises."

  "Maybe we should wait until – ahhhh!" He lapped at her slit, pulling her folds into his mouth before licking up between them. "Fuck! Maybe I can just...just suck you off and then-"

  "Fuck no!" Liam turned her around and moved her quickly to the bed. "Your blowjobs could go down as epic in the Dirty Deeds Hall of Fame, but there is no way you're denying me your pussy tonight. I'll pull out, babe. Promise."

  She just nodded her head and moaned, not honestly caring what he did once he was inside her so long as he got her there. He wasn't the only one missing sex, but she had been too busy with two newborns to actually really start feeling the pang of her usually riotous libido.

  Now that the two little ones were just settling in for a snooze and Elle was all healed up, her whole body ached to be touched by Liam. Once her connection with Jeremiah had broken and the bond grew stronger with a real second chance mating pull, sex with him had only gotten better. He had even brought on her labor when he thrust her into an explosive orgasm right before giving birth, three weeks early.

  The babies had been fine. A healthy weight and length, and they hadn't needed to stay at the pack clinic even for one night. Her strong babies who could seem to only sleep for two hours at a stretch before crying to be fed or changed.

  With his mouth on her pussy and his hot breath teasing her slit, she cr
ied out, thankful that the babies were far enough away not to hear and be woken up by her lusty moans and deep grunts and groans Liam gave her when they fucked.

  She was also thankful for things like baby monitors and breast pumps. Feeding two babies was not fun when they both got hungry at the same time. So, Liam and Elle switched on and off. One baby would get milk directly from the source, while the other was fed by Liam from the stored-up breast milk Elle seemed to be pumping out every hour, on the hour. And it was a lot of breast milk.

  Liam flicked at her clit with his tongue and groaned as she mewled and became tight around the two fingers he had shoved up her pussy and was using to rub up against her g-spot.

  "Fuck, that's good," she sighed out and felt as he sucked at her clit before using his tongue to flick hard and fast at her, sending her spiraling to the edge.

  He added more suction and smiled against her while slowly stroking her as she cried out her release in quivering little convulsions.

  "How is it my pussy tastes better and better each time I devour it?" he asked as he started moving up her body to her nipples – the same ones that were still very sensitive from the constant assault of tiny little baby lips and breast pumps.

  "Good luck?" Elle answered as his tongue stroked against her with hard little nips to her stony tipped tits.

  "The best of luck, baby. And I'm ready to get lucky right now."

  They both froze for a moment as a tiny little cry went out over the baby monitor. Their hearts raced and Liam's dick twitched with the need to be in her, and they both sighed in relief when the little one went back to sleep and they were able to resume.

  "Close fucking call," Liam said as he lined up his cock to her moist heat and pushed inside. "Oh fuck, babe. I missed this. Being inside you. Fucking you."

  "It's only been two weeks."

  "Two weeks of hell," he corrected.

  "I'm glad to hear my blowjobs are your definition of hell," she said, sounding amused and slightly irritated. "I'll have to withhold sucking you off since you think so lowly of my skills in that department."

  "Fuck...I didn't mean it like that, baby," he said on a swift retreat from her pussy. "I meant that it's nothing compared to my cock being inside you and coming quarts when your tight little cunt squeezes me when you come."

  "An orgasm is an orgasm," she said as he thrust inside her with a swivel of his hips. "Are you saying that there is a hierarchy to them?"

  "Yes, baby. For me there is, at least," he told her, slamming into her as she cried out. "Most intense orgasms are when I'm fucking you raw and tight. Second is if you made me wear some wretched rubber while I fuck you. Which will never happen, by the way. The day I wear a condom when I’m in you is the day I cut my junk off and feed it to that pack of dogs that's been hanging out on the eastern border. The third is a blowjob. Granted, yours are the best and very close to being right up there with sex with a condom. Well, fuck it. They are better than sex with a condom. At least all of me can feel you when your lips wrap tight around my cock."

  "Shit...stop talking about condoms," Elle said as she felt the tight coil of her building orgasm tense in her stomach. "Keep the dirty. I like it when you do."

  "Oh yeah, I can do that," he told her and continued to fuck her hard and tell her how fucking wet and sweet and tight her pussy was until she was moaning out her release. It honestly didn't take long at all. Abstinence on her part made her needy and ready to explode around him in seconds.

  "Get over on your stomach," he told her. "I wanna see that ass in the air for me."

  She turned over and stretched out, her knees at a 90-degree angle to the bed and her chest pushed down onto the mattress.

  "Fuck...even your ass is a little bigger," he told her and kneaded the flesh in his hands. "Daddy likes."

  "Fuck! My ass is bigger? How?" She turned her head back to see if she now had something akin to J. Lo booty, and he smacked a cheek before kneaded the pink of it.

  "It's fucking perfect, babe – just like you," he told her, every fucking word Gospel in his mind. "Now stop squirming and let me get back in you. I've got more orgasms to give and I'm feeling particularly generous tonight."

  He lined himself up again and pushed through her dripping lips until his balls were kissing her pretty pink pearl. "Fuck...so wet, angel." He could hear the slick sounds of their sex as his hips met with her ass again and again in a tempo that only sped up the longer he fucked her.

  "Can't...help it," Elle breathed out in gasping, ragged pants. "I'm...s-so fucking close, Liam!"

  He gave her a good pounding as she tightened around him in thick, hot pulses.

  "Yeah, babe. That's it. Fucking come for me." He swiveled his hips again and felt the first of the squeezing, sucking flutters of her sex around him.

  "Liam!" she cried out, coming around him as he worked her slowly, drawing out her pleasure.

  "Yeah, baby. I'm gonna keep you crying out my name until you're liquid in my hands and I'm coming on your tight little body."

  He made her cry out his name several more times before he was ready to come, pulling out as his cock pumped strips of white on her ass while he groaned her name.

  "Fuck…Elle, baby…yeah." His dick jumped and balls contracted, emptying out as she kept her ass nice and high for him.

  She collapsed onto the bed, heavy breathing slowing until she was sure she was going to fall asleep at any moment. Liam lay next to her, coming slowly down from probably one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever experienced.

  "Liam, get me something and wipe me off," Elle requested, eyes shut. "I don't have any other clean sheets after Arsen decided to spit up all over two separate sets yesterday."

  "Hmm...just like Daddy," Liam said on a mumble. "Messing up bed sheets already and he's only two weeks old. My boy."

  "Are you going to continue to call yourself Daddy all the time?"

  "Until he learns to say it? Hell yeah," Liam said as vehemently as he could. "That's gonna be his first word. Don't worry. We can keep Mama as a close second."

  "You're horrible," she told him. "I was the one that had morning sickness and leg cramps and backaches and went through hours of labor. I should at least get the first word."

  "Can't help it, babe," he told her. "Dada's easier for babies to say."

  "Un-fucking-fair if you ask me. Mommy gets no respect."

  "Yeah, but Mommy gets multiple orgasms. How many was that? Five? Six?"

  "I'm not telling Daddy until he gets me a towel and wipes off his slowly drying jizz from my ass."

  "I bet it was six. At least I'm gonna tell myself it was six."

  "It was none if you don't help a girl out."

  "Fine," Liam grunted and got up from the bed, sauntering over to the bathroom and grabbing a clean towel and wetting it with warm water.

  "Better?" he asked when he was done and had gotten rid of the towel in the overflowing laundry basket. It seemed that laundry was never-ending when you had twins to take care of.

  "Much," she told him and curled into his body as he lay down on the bed. "Wake me if the place catches fire only. You've wiped me out."

  "Tough luck, babe," Liam said. "The little pooping, puking mini-me's are set to wake up in a half an hour."

  "Fuck."

  Epilogue

  "Unca Cay-wup!" a two-year-old Arsen squealed from across the back yard before motoring toward the man who had caught his attention.

  Elle smiled as she watched Arsen's little legs pump clumsily over the ground only to trip and be caught by his favorite uncle. Caleb.

  "Almost ate it, little guy," the female next to Caleb said on a giggle. It had taken a year or so, but Caleb had found his second chance mate in a small town in central Kansas.

  Caleb swung the child up into his arms where he rested his chubby little bum in the crook of his elbow while Caleb walked toward the grill behind Liam and Elle's house. It was early July and most everyone in the pack was celebrating Independence Day the American way. Burgers, bu
ns, and a light show later on that evening.

  Elle was bouncing a 6-month old on her knee. Serena was off playing with Colleen's first-born, Nicole, while Arsen thought he was much too grown up to play with the little kids. Already.

  "How's the weaning going?" Caleb's mate, Jillian, asked when she came up to Elle and sat down on the bench next to her.

  "Slow," Elle admitted, looking pointedly at the baby on her knee. "Knox really is a fan of drinking his milk straight from the source. He's gonna be worse than Serena was." It had taken Serena until she was 8 months old before she was drinking only from the bottle. "He won't even look at a bottle. Well, unless he gives it this completely repugnant look like the stupid thing’s done something to offend him. I'm so chafed my nipples are about to fall off in protest." She grimaced dramatically.

  Caleb scrunched his face up slightly and shook his head to ward away the vision of falling nipples he had in his head.

  Nipples just plain popping off a body. Gross. So not going there.

  "Angel, I'm almost done with the burgers and dogs," Liam said as he stood by a monstrous grill they had bought the previous summer for cookouts. "Get the kids over here so they can eat first and then we can feed ourselves. I'm motherfu – uhm, flippin' starving."

  Liam had a hard time not cussing when he was otherwise distracted or irritable. And keeping the little ones away from the hot grill while trying not to singe something was a daunting task. You try it.

  "Wanna go to Auntie Jill?" asked Elle of Knox, who was looking up at his mother with his father's piercing blue-grey eyes.

  "Come over here, little man," Jill said as she stretched her arms out to the baby. "Got something shiny you can play with."

  The shiny thing turned out to be a keyring that was large enough to baby-friendly, but not something that could easily be ruined either.

  "Did I miss the food? I'm starving for Chr-" Blake started to say as he walked up to the group.

  "Language!" Liam barked out with a flip of his hair. "How can you forget when you have a child?"