An Unlucky Moon

by Carrie Ann Ryan

“We’re having a baby,” he whispered.

  A baby.

  “Hunter? Are you okay?”

  He nodded slowly, everything like words and actions taking a bit longer to process than usual.

  He was going to be a father. Becca, a mother.

  Holy shit. This changed everything.

  He pulled back so he could place his hand on her flat stomach. “I…I…” He had no idea what he was trying to say, but whatever it was, apparently his brain had gone on meltdown. A happy meltdown, but one nonetheless.

  Would she freak out if he ran around the yard and howled to the moon so everyone would know that he gotten her pregnant?

  Too alpha male?

  Probably.

  “You’re pregnant.”

  “You said that already. Are you okay? What are you thinking?” Becca’s words sped up as she talked, as if she were afraid of what he might say, how he might react.

  “I’m…” He stood up and brought her with him, needing to feel as much of her as he could. “We’re having a baby. I’m so fucking happy right now I want to strut around and tell everyone how male I am because I got you pregnant.”

  She snorted, laughter dancing in her eyes. “I can totally picture you doing that. In fact, I think Shade did that exact thing when he told us Lily was pregnant.”

  Hunter grinned at the thought. “It looks like our baby will have a playmate.”

  Becca gave a small smile then full-out and threw her arms around his neck. “We’re having a baby!”

  He lifted her off her feet and spun her around, unable to believe his joy. “Wait.” He froze and set her down. “I shouldn’t be twirling you around like that. You should rest or lie down or something. Should I bring you tea? No. You can’t have caffeine. I think I read something about no milk either. Or maybe that was lots of milk. Hell, I’m going to have to go read some baby books right now so I know what to do.”

  Becca threw her head back and laughed. “We can learn together, though I think we’re going to need to see the Pack doctor instead of a human one. They’ll tell us what to do and what to read. As for twirling? I think that’s okay. I mean, come on, you don’t expect me to sit around and do nothing strenuous this whole time, do you?”

  He had considered doing just that, but the tone of Becca’s words told him that would be a bad idea.

  “Hunter, if I can’t move around, we can’t make love. Get it?”

  He froze then nodded slowly. “Oh, yeah, I don’t want to quit doing that until the last possible minute.”

  She grinned. “So we’re okay? I mean, after what happened earlier?”

  He nodded. “We’re perfect. As for why you freaked out before, we’re handling that. Right now, though, I want to shut out the rest of the world and make love to my mate.”

  She bit her lip and looked up at him through lowered lashes. “I thought you’d never ask.” Then she bent down in front of him and traced his dick through his jeans.

  He swallowed hard but didn’t move. “Becca, darling, what are you doing?”

  She looked up at him then, and he about came in his jeans at the sight of her kneeling before him, her hand on his crotch and her wide eyes looking up at him. Oh, hell yeah, he couldn’t wait to fuck her mouth.

  “I thought I’d give you a present for being so understanding,” she teased.

  He ran a hand through her hair. “Any time you want to put my cock between those lips of yours, all you have to do is ask. You don’t need a reason to suck me off, baby.”

  She quickly undid his jeans and took his dick out. Just her touch made him want to blow, but he had more control than that.

  At least a little.

  She licked around the crown and then underneath to the sensitive area that made his eyes roll to the back of his head. He forced his gaze on her then wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled a bit.

  Her eyes widened as she looked up at him, her pupils dilated with need.

  “You want to go slow tonight? Or hard and fast?”

  She kissed the tip of his dick then smiled. “I think when I get too pregnant, we’ll have to be creative and a bit softer, and when the baby comes, we’ll have to be quieter. So why not go all out and have you fuck me hard while you can?”

  He groaned and tugged on her hair so she was looking directly at him again. “I’m taking all the control tonight, baby. My wolf is on edge, and I need you.”

  “Anything,” she whispered.

  He pushed her head toward his cock, and her mouth opened. He wouldn’t force her to choke on him, but he wanted her to know he was the one in control and yet also know that he would never hurt her.

  She swallowed the head of his cock, moving her tongue as she did so. He pulled her back by her hair, leaving a wet trail on his dick.

  “Lick down my dick then suck on my balls. I want to be nice and hard for you when I come down that pretty throat of yours.”

  She looked up at him, pure pleasure on her face. “You’re pretty hard right now.”

  He didn’t grin, but he wanted to. “I’m going to have to punish you for that sass a bit later.”

  She grinned and didn’t look too worried about her punishment.

  Good.

  His mate licked and sucked along his length until she reached his balls. She pressed his cock up to his stomach so she could get better access then started sucking. She started on one, letting it roll in her mouth then letting go with a pop, before licking over to the other one and repeating the process. He tapped on her hand covering his dick, and she let go, knowing what he wanted. He held his dick himself as one of her hands gripped his thigh, the other one reaching around his balls to rub his perineum. He groaned and loosened the grip on her hair so she could have better access. Her finger rubbed hard then moved back to circle his hole.

  They’d never done finger play on him before, only her, but if she wanted to explore, fuck, he’d let her.

  As long as she knew whom exactly was in control.

  She pulled back and slid her hands in her jeans then slid them back out, her fingers slick with her own juices.

  “What are you doing, baby?” he asked gruffly. Oh, he knew exactly was she was doing since they didn’t have lube in the living room, but he wanted to hear her say the words.

  “I want to play,” she teased.

  “You going to fuck my ass with those fingers of yours?”

  Her eyes widened at the vulgarity then nodded.

  “Can you do that with my dick in your mouth?” he asked. He had a feeling as soon as she started rubbing his prostate he’d come hard, and he’d rather it be down her throat than on her face and tits.

  “I think so.”

  He grinned then pulled her closer. “Suck,” he demanded.

  She took him into her mouth, sliding along his length then pulling back. He let her set the pace while she was learning, but he’d take over soon.

  She was still fully dressed, and he wore his shirt and his pants were down around his knees.

  So. Fucking. Hot.

  He felt her fingers around his hole testing, teasing, and he clenched his jaw. Finally, she pressed one slick finger against the opening and slid it in. They both froze at the sensation for a moment before she started working him. He gripped her hair hard so her head remained still.

  “I’m going to fuck your mouth, baby. That way you can focus on what you’re doing back there, okay?”

  She nodded with his dick in her mouth, and he held back a smile.

  Fuck, his mate was hot.

  He pumped his hips slowly, letting her catch up. She widened her jaw to take more of him, that slick heat almost as good as her pussy. Her finger worked in and out of him as he moved, but she also ran small circles over the bundle of nerves, and he had to hold back from coming right there.

  He wanted to let the pleasure ride out a bit before he came.

  He fucked her mouth hard, pulled back when he hit the back of her throat, and then set a decent pace that left them both pan
ting and sweat-slick. Finally, that tingle at the base of his spine shot up, and his balls tightened. She pressed down on that bundle of nerves, and he jetted down her throat. He gripped her hair and forced her head to stay close to his body so she could swallow him all.

  Finally, he moved back, and she licked her lips and brought her hands down to her lap.

  Damn did they make a pretty picture.

  “Did you like that, my Becca?”

  “Gods yes, can we do that again?”

  He grinned down at her then picked her up by her shoulders until she was pressed against him. “Any time you want, but right now, I’m going to take care of you. However, I think I owe you a punishment for that sass of yours and for you leaving me before.”

  Her eyes widened, but not with fear.

  “Go into the bedroom, take off your clothes and kneel on the bed on all fours.”

  “Okay.”

  Thank the gods, Becca was all in.

  She scurried away, but not without swaying her hips just so for him. His cock filled again, and it was as though he hadn’t just exploded a minute or so ago.

  He stripped out of his clothes and tossed them on the couch. He had to force himself not to go in the bedroom right away and get started. No, he wanted to take his time and ensure Becca was ready for him.

  After a few more minutes, he walked naked into the bedroom and sucked in a breath at the sight before him.

  Becca knelt on all fours on the bed at the edge of the bed, her head lowered, her ass and pussy facing him.

  She was perfect.

  “I’ll never hurt you, Becca,” he whispered as he walked toward her.

  “I know.”

  “I’ll just use my hand. I know you like that little sting, but not too much, and I love seeing your ass red from my hand.”

  A shiver ran over her body, and he smiled.

  Oh yes, she was ready.

  He slid his hands up her spine, loving the soft feel of her skin beneath his palms. She shuddered under his touch, and he inhaled her scent.

  He pulled back so he could get a good look at her ass and swallowed a groan. Hell, he had the most beautiful and sexy mate alive.

  Her ass was plump and ready for his hand. Her pussy was wet, ready for his lips, his tongue, his fingers, his cock…him.

  He couldn’t wait to pound into her and feel her pussy clamp around his dick like a vise.

  First, though, he had things to do.

  He rubbed his hand along her pale ass, the softness creamy. He leaned down to kiss the small of her back, and she groaned.

  “This is for that sass of yours,” he growled softly.

  His hand came down hard on her ass, and she gasped then let out a little moan. He was sure not to hit too hard but just enough to give them both a little sting. He slapped her four more times on one cheek then five on the other, making sure to never hit her in the same exact spot twice.

  He stopped and looked down at his work. Her ass was a fine pink, blushed and stung from his slaps.

  Fuck, she was gorgeous.

  “This is for leaving me,” he said.

  He spanked her again, this time slightly harder, but she just threw her head back and moaned at his touch. He counted to five on each cheek, and then when she looked as though she was ready to fall onto the bed, spent, he slapped her pussy.

  She gasped and looked over her shoulder, her eyes wide, full of need.

  “Did you like that, my mate?”

  “Yeah. Hell, I didn’t think I would, but yeah.”

  He grinned, feeling cocky as hell. “Good.” He slapped her pussy four more times, but not as hard as he’d slapped her ass.

  She came on the last slap, a blush rolling over her body as her limbs shook.

  He hadn’t even entered her with his fingers or cock, and she’d come.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come, baby,” he said as he walked to the side of the bed so he could look at her.

  He leaned down and captured her lips, aware he’d been remiss in tasting his mate.

  “I love you,” she whispered as he pulled away.

  “I love you too. Now back up on all fours. I’m going to bury my face in that pussy of yours, and then I’m going to fuck you hard.”

  She shuddered again, and he smiled, pleased at her reaction. “Anything you want.”

  He went back to his position at the end of the bed and buried his face in her pussy, just like he’d said he was going to do. Her sweet juices coated his tongue, and he lapped them all up. He gripped her ass and spread her cheeks wide, getting better access.

  He fucked her with his mouth then bit down on her clit. She came again, hard.

  While she was still in the throes of her orgasm, he stood up and thrust into her heat. They both froze, the action full, heady.

  She looked over her shoulder and panted. “Fuck me.”

  He smiled then pulled out before ramming back in. He gripped her hips hard, and he knew he’d probably leave bruises, but they’d be his mark, and she’d love them. He pounded into her over and over again until he felt his balls tighten, but he didn’t want to come without seeing her face.

  He quickly pulled out and flipped her over so she was on her back. She bounced slightly, and even before she hit the bed again, he was in her, fucking her for all they were worth.

  Sounds of sweat-slicked flesh slapping together mixed with their moans and pants. He reached up and tangled his fingers with hers as their gazes met.

  They came together, hard, and on a wave of sensation that surpassed anything he’d ever felt before. He groaned her name then found her shoulder and sank his fangs into her flesh again, needing to mark her.

  He felt her mouth on his shoulder and knew she’d done the same, drawing blood, yet making her his.

  Hunter pulled away and looked down at the mate in his arms who carried their future within her womb and smiled.

  This was it. This was all he needed.

  He’d be damned if anyone tried to take it from him.

  He’d kill them all.

  Slowly.

  ****

  Dorian ran a hand through his hair and cursed. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The fucking Beta was supposed to be long dead, but no, he had to come back from hell with vengeance on his mind.

  They were running out of time to make their plans work.

  The Pack wasn’t on his side anymore, not like they had been before when he and his men were spreading rumors about the weakness of their Beta and his choice of mate.

  Things would have to change now if their plans had any hope of working.

  Alistair and Lloyd stood off to the side, their age and weariness seeping off them like an oily stench that reeked of desperation.

  Dorian couldn’t wait to get rid of them once Hunter was dead and there were easy avenues to Josiah’s throat.

  Jason, the leprechaun douche bag that Dorian had to deal with, finally entered the abandoned building where they said they’d meet thirty minutes ago.

  “Where the fuck were you?” Dorian spat. “You’re fucking late, and I don’t take kindly to disrespect.”

  The other man blanched but didn’t apologize. “I’m here. What’s the plan?”

  Dorian narrowed his eyes. He’d deal with this bastard later as well.

  Hunter and that bitch first, then everyone else.

  “You got onto our lands before to set that fire, and no one saw, so I know our earlier plan worked,” Dorian said.

  Jason grimaced. “But that bastard is still alive. Who would have thought that tasty cunt was a healer.”

  “I don’t fucking care about that anymore. It’s in the past, and we have new plans. You’re going to come onto our lands again and take Becca. It doesn’t matter if people see you because I’ll make it seem like it was Hunter’s idea all along. That he wanted to get rid of his mate.”

  Yeah, not so much. Dorian was going to put all the blame on Jason’s shoulders, but the other man didn’t have to kno
w that.

  “And what about when Hunter comes to take Becca back? You might protect me from the Pack, but what about that fucking Beta?”

  Dorian shrugged, secretly pleased Jason was falling for it. “Kill him. Use your men. I don’t fucking care. Just kill them both or fuck her then kill her. I don’t care. Just keep them away from the den while I… I mean we,” he added with a glance toward his other council members, “take over the Pack.”

  “Tomorrow?” Jason asked.

  Dorian grinned. “Tomorrow.”

  Then finally, fucking finally, all would be his, and that bastard Hunter would be dead.

  Finally.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Everything was going to be okay, Becca thought as she put the last of the laundry away. Doing mundane tasks like laundry and cleaning helped keep her mind off the fact that things were totally not okay right now. Hunter was even cooking more when he was home to make sure she was fed and healthy, and she knew it was another way he was trying to make things normal.

  They weren’t normal though.

  It had been only three days since she’d found out she was pregnant, and everything had changed.

  She wasn’t fighting for herself or even for Hunter anymore. She was fighting for a little baby who hadn’t even come into this world yet and was completely helpless.

  There was no way she’d let Dorian and the others win.

  No freaking way.

  Hunter was in the backyard after having just come back from Liam’s where he, Alec and Liam had a meeting. She was pretty sure that any day now something big was going to happen and Hunter would have to change the way the Pack was run forever.

  Heady stuff.

  As she stepped onto the back deck, wind brushed against her neck, and she looked up to smile at her mate. Hunter turned and grinned at her.

  She opened her mouth to say hello then froze, and Hunter stiffened.

  Tingles shot up Becca’s spine as strong arms wrapped around her arms, pinning them to her body. She tried to move, but whoever was behind her was stronger.

  A portal opened behind them, and whoever had her fell back, taking her with him.

  She couldn’t hear Hunter’s words but saw him scream her name, running to her as fast as he could.

  It would be too late.