by Lady Keisha
Eventually all the puppies were latched and nursing and Stella seemed to relax and be calm, and Amy didn't touch the puppies, but she continued to pet Stella and tell her what a good job she had done and stroked her head softly.
"Is she all done?" Sloan finally asked her.
"It appears so. I saw her deliver and eat the afterbirth. There's eight puppies in total and they’re nursing and none of them seem to be having any problems," Amy told him quietly.
"Let me get her a bowl of water and some canned food. She can stay in here. I'll have you give it to her, and I'll have Joe keep an eye on her for the next day or two until she's ready to let others near her and the babies," Sloan said in a low, hushed tone, not wanting to stress the dog out.
"Sounds like a plan. I'll wait," Amy told him as she waited for him to bring back the food and water.
A few minutes later Sloan opened the top half of the horse stall and put the bowls through so Amy could get up and grab them. Stella watched carefully, a low growl in her throat when she saw someone besides Amy's hands in the stall.
Amy talked to her quietly while she took the items from Sloan and brought the bowls of food and water over to Stella and set them directly in front of her so she wouldn't have to get up to eat and drink.
Stella sniffed the food and then drank some water. Amy gave her a few more soft pats before getting up and leaving to follow Sloan back to the house. She was excited. She'd never watched a dog birth before, and Stella had been a good first experience. She was glad she could help.
"You're shaking. Are you just cold, or was it the adrenaline of watching her give birth?" Sloan asked her as he held the door open for her to go back inside the house after they'd stomped the snow off their shoes on the porch.
"A little of both, I think," Amy said and then grinned at Sloan. "I can see why you do this. I am completely amazed by that."
"It can be a humbling experience. I learned a lot being around the dogs growing up, and no two dogs are exactly the same. Stella's a good example. We didn't sell her. She's one of our prize working females. She was my mom's dog and made an ideal candidate for a breeder. We are very picky on who we sell, who we keep, and which ones we breed," Sloan told her. "If you're really interested in being a part of this, after we get married, I can have you spend time with the trainers and learn the ropes. You're never too old to learn to work with the dogs if you have a knack for it, and you appear to have a natural connection with them. That will be useful."
"I think I'd like that," Amy told him, and then hung up her jacket after she'd managed to get all the buttons and zippers undone.
Sloan stared at her for a moment and then leaned down and kissed her.
Chapter 6
Amy was shocked when his cold lips touched hers. She shivered, and Sloan pulled her closer to him. He'd already hung up his jacket and his flannel shirt was slightly damp around the collar. She worked on the buttons of his shirt as their mouths heated up and he deepened the kiss by pressing his tongue gently against her lips. She opened her mouth and let him inside, his hands reaching up to tangle in her hair.
Kissing her felt good. Sloan moaned softly against her mouth and realized it had been forever since he'd been with a woman, and he wanted her. She was warm and inviting and happy and it made her hard to resist. He loved the way the strands of her hair felt tangled around his fingers. It was like silk.
Amy got his shirt unbuttoned and ran her hands up his taut chest. He had every inch the military body. His six pack hadn't gone away just because he'd retired. She let her fingers trace the curves of his muscles and felt her stomach grow tight, picturing his body sliding against hers.
Sloan pulled her backwards towards the couch, until he fell sitting and pulled her down against him, making her giggle. "I want to see you naked."
"Then get me naked," Amy taunted him playfully, pulling at the belt on his jeans. She pulled it out and dropped it on the floor by the couch. Sloan slipped out of his shirt and then started to pull Amy's sweater over her head, and worked on unhooking her bra in the back. Her breasts popped free as he dropped her bra and he cupped one of the perky mounds in his hands, making his cock swell in his jeans almost painfully hard. He traced his fingers around the pale lobe and then dipped his head to taste her nipple with his lips and tongue.
His hot mouth was a contrast to her cold flesh. Even with the fireplace and the heat, the house was still chilly, just enough to make her skin break out in goose bumps. Sloan slid his hands up her arms, until he reached her shoulders. Pressing one hand on the back of her neck, he pulled her down to kiss him again. His other hand went to her back and he held her close as they let their horny side take over with a lot of groping, fondling and giggling.
"I want you," Amy finally told him as she pulled back from the kisses. She was wet, she had soaked her panties and it had started to seep through her pants. She wanted them off, she wanted him inside her, and she didn't want any more foreplay. She wanted the main course.
"But I'm just getting started," Sloan said, raising an eyebrow, although he was secretly relieved because his cock was so hard it had started to hurt in his jeans.
Amy stood up and wiggled out of her jeans, turning around so her ass was almost in his face as she pulled them down over her ankles. She left her socks on. Her feet were cold.
Watching her, Sloan reached out and started to touch her hips and ass through her lace panties, excited to see her butt up so close. He had a thing for a finely shaped woman’s ass, especially round and firm ones like hers. He cupped her ass and massaged the cheeks, and then moved his hands lower between her thighs and stroked her through the lace.
Freezing, she moaned as his fingers touched her delicately, teasing her, making her long for him to rip off her panties and be inside her right that minute. She indulged him, letting his fingers stroke and arouse her, making her panties and thighs drip with her juices in her excitement. She couldn't think about anything else except how close she was to an orgasm, how her pussy ached to be filled and have him rubbing his cock against her insides so she could cum around him.
"Please, I need you," she finally begged, unable to take it anymore.
Sloan stood up and shoved his jeans off and roughly pushed her against the couch, bending her over.
Amy grabbed the back of the couch and pulled the pillows over to put under her chest while he kicked her feet apart from behind. Gripping the back of the couch Sloan entered her tight hole in one fast thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her pussy.
Nearly screaming, she bit the couch to keep from making too much noise, not sure if Sloan appreciated the kind of wild noises she might make in her arousal, and he grabbed her hips and started thrusting roughly from behind. His fingers dug into her hips and then he slapped one of her ass cheeks, just hard enough to leave a hand print and have her scream out as her orgasm ripped through her body to her surprise.
"Oh my God," Amy shouted as her legs shook with her release and her stomach muscles tightened up and her pussy started to convulse around his cock, squeezing him rhythmically.
"You struck me as the type of girl who liked a little more than missionary with the lights off," Sloan told her as he grabbed her ass hard with one of his hands and then slapped it again, leaving her ass warm and turning pink from his playful swats.
"Mmmm, harder. I like it," Amy muttered, ignoring his comment. He was right, but she wanted to leave some things for them to discover together, later.
Sloan moved his hand back to her hips to guide her back and forth on his cock. He used his other hand to circle around her and find her clit to play with her while he filled her over and over again from behind, slamming into her harder and harder until Amy squeezed him hard with another orgasm that rolled through her, making her gush liquid heat on his groin.
"Oh, that's so fucking hot to feel you cum all over me like that," he whispered to her and shuddered as her lips rubbed against the tip of his cock as he pulled it out and he pushed back inside h
er. She was clamped down super tight, and it rubbed him so hard it sent him over the edge. He shuddered hard as he came inside her, his entire body shaking with his climax.
Amy was breathless, still recovering from her own orgasms and when he pulled out and grabbed a blanket off the chair beside the couch and then pulled her onto his lap after he sat down, she laid her head on his shoulder, relaxing into him. When he wrapped the blanket around the two of them and just held her for a few minutes, she realized that she was going to stay.
Not just because of the sex, or the fact the dogs liked her, but because when she was in his arms and she could feel his heart beating, and hear his breathing coming hot and heavy, she felt content. She felt home.
"I'll marry you. I want to marry you," Amy finally whispered to him when he started to stroke her hair gently. "I like you, a lot."
"Feeling’s mutual," Sloan told her, and then tipped her chin back so he could kiss her. He reached down between them under the blankets and started to gently massage her thighs. Working his way up until he found her core, still wet with his fluids and her own arousal, he slipped a finger inside her playing with her and using his thumb to play with her clit until she let her head fall back and she was grinding her hips against his hands.
"Ride me Amy," Sloan told her and pulled her over on top of him, so her knees straddled him.
Amy nodded, and could feel his erection pressing against her thighs again. She shifted her hips until the tip of his cock fit against her swollen opening and slowly lowered herself to take all of him inside her. She nibbled on his shoulder, neck and chin until she'd worked her way back up to his mouth.
He reached up and twisted his fingers into her hair as he held her close for a passionate kiss, with his tongue stroking hers and their mouths melting together. He groaned as she shifted her hips and took him deep inside of her, and grabbed the couch behind him to balance herself, as she started to quickly ride him up and down.
Amy eventually pulled away from the kiss and tilted her head back, letting her body do all the work as she thrust her body up and down on him, bobbing as she rode him, his dick hitting just the right spot from this angle to tickle her g-spot with each thrust.
Leaning his head down, Sloan sucked her nipple into his mouth and his other hand came up to massage the other bouncing breast as she rode him erratically until she climaxed again for him. Feeling her tighten, clenching him hard and listening to the way her scream of ecstasy ripped from her throat, it was enough to push him close to the edge. Grabbing her hips, he met her thrust for thrust, guiding her to slide against him just right, taking back control over the rhythm to bring himself to his own second release. They clung together, shuddering, recovering from the second round of sex.
Then Amy started to giggle against his neck.
"Everything okay?" he asked her, confused.
"Yes, everything is perfect," Amy said, lifting her head, her eyes twinkling as she lowered her head and kissed him.
Chapter 7
Amy's family had flown down for the wedding, and today she was getting married. She hadn't been feeling good the last few days, and so she had peed on a little pink stick. She was waiting for the results of the test, and she was nervous. She hadn't thought their first encounter would have resulted in a baby. Her period was late, and she just wasn't feeling normal.
Her cell phone dinged as she picked up the test and looked at it. Two bright pink lines stared at her.
She was pregnant. If all went well, Sloan would fulfill his part of the contract. Amy wasn't sure how she felt. Knowing pregnancy had been a possibility and something he needed to have happen had been okay with her in theory, but seeing the reality of it shocked her.
Was she actually ready? Was anyone ever actually ready?
"Amy, are you ready?" Her sister, Madison, banged on the door. "It's time for the wedding to start. You need to come out."
"I'll be out in a minute," Amy told her, hiding the test in her purse. She would show Sloan after the wedding. She walked to the door and unlocked it and then she handed her purse to her sister before blurting it out. "I'm pregnant."
Her sister stared at her in shock, and then hugged her tight. "This is good news, right?"
"Yes, I think so. I mean, we both knew we wanted a baby at some point," Amy told her. Her sister was the only one who knew the whole story about how she and Sloan met, and the inheritance requirements. "I love him, Maddie. I didn't mean to fall in love, but he's...amazing. I love him so much."
"It's going to be okay, sis. Now go out there and get married. Tell him how you feel then tell him about the baby. If he wanted it, it's going to be okay, I promise."
Madison hugged her sister one more time and then pushed her out the door to the waiting area so she could enter the church and walk down the aisle to marry Sloan, who was waiting for her on the other side of those big, double doors.
"I can do this," Amy muttered to herself, having a moment of fear and panic about making it official. In theory, marriage sounded wonderful, in reality, it was hard work.
Sloan was waiting for Amy at the altar, with the pastor, and when she reached him and hooked her arm through his, he leaned down to whisper to her. "You are so beautiful. I'm glad we’re doing this."
Amy nodded, and then before she could stop herself, whispered back, "I'm pregnant."
Sloan stared at her, and then surprised everyone, including the pastor, who was mid sentence through the meaning of marriage and devotion, by hugging her tightly and disrupting the wedding plan.
"Okay, are you ready for me to continue?" the pastor asked Sloan after he'd stopped hugging her and Sloan apologized and nodded.
"We are gathered here today..." the pastor started over, and then went on with a long ceremony until he asked the couple if they were ready to say their vows.
Sloan went first. "I Sloan Tiller, promise to marry you Amy Grayson, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do us part. I know we didn't meet in the most orthodox way, and I know we'll have trials ahead of us, but I promise to always have your back and hold your hand. I want to grow old with you, laugh with you, and make a million and one memories together."
Amy had a single tear slip down her cheek, and blamed the pregnancy hormones in her head. "I Amy Grayson, promise to marry you Sloan Tiller, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do us part. I'm here to support you, I'll be at your side and I may not always agree with every choice you make, but I will love you regardless. I won't give up on us, I'm willing to fight for us, to make this work even when it gets hard, and I won't look back with regrets or fear. I will always look to the future for another day with you, another memory to make and cherish. I look forward to raising children with you, and most of all, I just want to say I love you."
"You may kiss your bride!" The pastor announced after the exchanging of the rings, and the guests clapped as Amy and Sloan locked arms and they shared their first kiss as bride and groom.
Turning to face the crowd Sloan grinned and then leaned down to whisper, "You want to tell them you're pregnant or should I?"
"Don't tell them yet. Let's wait a while longer to make sure everything turns out okay," Amy whispered, poking him in his side.
"Congrats on your pregnancy," Madison's husband told her, loud enough that other guests could hear and they turned questioning eyes to Sloan and Amy groaned.
"So much for not telling anyone?" Sloan laughed and asked Amy.
"My sister has a big mouth," Amy replied, glaring at her sister who smiled and gave her a little finger tip wave.
"If it wasn't for your sister, we wouldn't have met. I have no regrets, Amy," Sloan told her and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Amy smiled into his mouth and kissed him back, matching his fire with her own.
THE END
Taken by a White Wolf
“Mate with her?” Tate growled at his father.
The woman that he was talking about was Accalia. She was from pure blood ju
st as Tate was and had been chosen to be Tate’s mate.
“I loathe the woman,” Tate continued. “Have you ever spent any time with her at all? She is revolting.”
It wouldn’t have bothered Tate so much to mate with Accalia in the sense that humans mate. He would love to put her in her place and then never see her again, but the problem was that werewolves mate for life and Tate did not want to spend the rest of his life with that woman.
She was a beautiful woman, but not much of a werewolf as far as Tate was concerned. She had never been on a hunt and Tate was pretty sure that she had killed her last assistant. She had turned up missing just a few weeks after she started working for Accalia and even though Accalia did not want to get her pretty hands dirty she had an anger problem.
Tate wondered if her new assistant Shandra would see the same fate as the last. Shandra was a beautiful dark-skinned Black woman that had all the right curves and was as sweet as could be. Tate had seen the way that Accalia treated Shandra and it was not the way a classy woman would treat her assistant. Accalia was one of those women who thought that just because they had money they could treat everyone else poorly.
Tate was not that way, though. He was the prince of the pack and he did understand how important it was to keep the royal bloodline pure but he wanted nothing to do with this woman. Accalia also treated the werewolves that were not pure as if they were beneath her to even notice them.
There were several different types of werewolves. Those that were born of two purebred werewolves, who could trace their lineage back to the Primus. Then there were werewolves who were the product of a werewolf and a human. Then there were those who were changed, by another werewolf. Accalia was the type of werewolf whose lineage went back thousands of years all the way to the beginning. There had never been a human brought into her family. Nothing to muddy her bloodlines.
Tate could also trace his ancestry back thousands of years and he understood why his family wanted to keep themselves pure, but to him a werewolf was a werewolf just as a human was a human. He had seen the looks that were given when a werewolf tried to bring a human into the pack, when they asked for permission to change them, but what Accalia did was far worse than looks. She was as mean as she could be to the members of the pack that were not pure blood and then the way she treated humans was inexcusable.