by Erin Havoc
Then he’s fucking me. I don’t have a second to take a breath or get used to his size, and he’s already moving. Pounding inside me with abandon, he slaps my ass every time I cry out his name. Soon enough I can’t utter even that. I’m only moans and disconnected words, my wetness running down the inside of my thigh as Jason fucks me with everything he’s got.
He leans on and captures my earlobe between his teeth. “You’re going out there smelling of my come, love. Then they will know.”
I gasp with his words. Am I going to have to walk around dripping his seed? Just because he thinks his friends would look at me?
Possessive. Obsessive.
I love it.
“More! More!” I cry out, hugging the tree for dear life as I tilt my hips further up and Jason finds my G-Spot. He rams against it fiercely, his fingers digging into my hips and becoming claws. I roll my hips, my release approaching fast.
“Mine, mine,” he chants under his breath as his cock twitches, engorges. My lust coils so tightly inside me I teeter on the edge, trying to hold on to that pleasure a moment longer.
“Oh, God!” An orgasm explodes inside me, bright and powerful, and I scream out Jason’s name. He howls behind me, rutting my backside harder and harder until he comes too.
Every drop of his seed hits my womb, paints my walls, and I clench my pussy walls around his member, milking him. He grunts and roars through the last of his throes and the two of us take some time to catch our breath.
Jason showers kisses over my face and down my neck as he helps me up and adjusts my dress.
“Better now?” I ask him, smiling like a fool and staggering to my feet.
“Much better.” He reaches out and cups my mound. “Now I can smell the two of us joined for the rest of the night.”
“That’s very possessive.” I smile, leaning to kiss him.
“And you love it.”
I nod. “I do. I love you.”
Jason folds his arms around me, sliding his lips over mine. “I love you too. So very much.”
EPILOGUE
JASON
FIVE YEARS LATER
Married life is nothing like I was told it would be.
I have heard my wife soon enough would tire of sleeping with me. That the children were burdens and that we’d have to live with that fact. That I could never go out and have fun again. Worse. That I’d lose my freedom.
Well, I’ve heard that from my non-shifter friends. Sadly, they don’t have the same connection we shifters do with our mates. Because my life’s nothing like that.
After another interminable day at work, missing my family like hell, I unlock the front door and walk in. “I’m home!” I call, a smile stretching on my lips.
My home is my sanctuary. My haven. Being here is even better than running into the woods with my pack. And I’m lucky the majority have their wives now — they don’t care we only get to hang out once a week. They also want to spend every free time with their families.
Meghan has given me two beautiful kids, and we still fuck every day. When the kids were born, we shared the load and managed to maintain our sexual life very much alive. My pack helped since we’re family, and there’s not a single thing in existence I would change.
“Welcome back,” Meghan chants as she walks into the living room. She’s more beautiful than ever, glowing and bright, her golden hair up in a ponytail, her eyes glittering. I peck her on the lips and she hugs me.
“How was your day, my love?”
“Great. I’ve made some changes to the site’s SEO and I’m seeing a burst in sales.” She grins, and I’m so freaking proud of her. She’s still in the boutique but when she got pregnant the first time, she had this idea of building a site and selling the clothes online. Their sales had improved, and she’s now able to work from home. She loves being around the kids, and I love that she’s safe in here, living near my pack where my brothers can keep an eye on her while I’m gone for the day.
“Fantastic, love.” My hands run down her sides to touch her swollen belly. “And how’s our cub?”
She smiles, brushing a hand lovingly over her stomach. “Growing. Restless as his brothers.”
This cub will be our third boy, and we can’t wait. At the same time, I fucking love it when Meghan’s pregnant. Her tits get heavy and super sensitive to my touch, and her swollen belly brings out the most animalistic side of me. This woman’s mine, this baby’s mine, and I’m fucking proud of it.
Meghan intertwines our fingers and walks me to the couch. “I thought about us having a date night today. What do you think?”
I cock my brow as she makes me sit. Putting my hands around her hips, I try to make her sit on my lap but she resists, a tempting smile opening on her face. “I love the idea. Where are the kids?”
“With my mother.” She shrugs as she braces her hands on my thighs. She comes down to her knees in front of me. My cock hardens so fast I have to shift my position to adjust it. “It’s been quite a long time I last pleasured you with my mouth, husband. I miss your taste.”
I groan, fisting her hair in a hand as she undoes my jeans. “You are naughty, woman. You sucked me three days ago.”
“Too long, as I said.” She grins, pulling my boxers down to reveal my already-aching dick. It twitches, desperately trying to get to her. “Oh, it’s missed me too.”
Meghan curls her fingers around the base and sticks out her tongue to lap at the head. Grunting, I savor the teasing for a couple of minutes before I aim my cock between her lips and press her face down. Meghan likes it rough. She likes it when I take control.
She relaxes her mouth around my girth, taking me to the back of her throat. I’m always careful not to make her gag, not to make her uncomfortable. Because that’s what a freaking real alpha does. I’m the leader and I have the control, but I do worry and care for the ones beneath me. That’s how it works.
My wife covers my member in her saliva, tightening her lips around me to create a seal. She sucks me with delicious moans, and I control her motions, pumping deep inside her mouth. Faster, faster as I seek my release, her spit dripping from the corners of her lips. Pleasure fills my body, and soon enough my wolf’s fighting for control.
“I’m going to come in your mouth, love,” I let her know, bouncing her head on my lap. She moans in response, shifting so I know she’s soaking wet between her legs. “And you’re going to drink the whole thing. Don’t miss a drop.”
She nods, holding my cock for dear life and hollowing her cheeks. The pressure and the wetness are perfect, utterly perfect. A shiver tingles down my spine and in a broken breath, I erupt inside her mouth, my balls sinking inside me, squeezing themselves free of my seed.
Meghan moans to the taste of my come on her tongue and she swallows, over and over, taking everything. Once she’s done, I release my hold on her hair, plopping onto the couch to catch my breath. She licks at my member like a lollipop, consuming the remnants.
I doze off for a second, coming back when she sits on my lap. Meghan circles her lips over my half-limp cock and it goes hard again. I find her nipples through the fabric of her dress, rolling them between my fingers. She hums in delight, gripping my hair, and massaging my scalp.
“Fucking perfect woman,” I grunt, pulling her down for a kiss.
“Do you like this, mate?” She smiles into the kiss, making a sharp roll with her hips.
My cock pats her center, and I’m aching to be inside her again. It’s an addiction, it’s the medicine for my pains.
“I fucking love it, mate.” The kiss is pure flame, and in a moment I’m sat inside her. Home.
She’s home. My mate.
The only person I’ll ever yearn for.
THE END
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