Pregnant with His Werewolf's Baby

by Anya Byrne

  Gavin cried out as Saul's hard fist engulfed his tormented dick. He didn't even know how to move anymore, torn between the burn in his ass and the throbbing of his cock.

  In the end, Saul made the choice for him. He released Gavin's dick and pulled his fingers from his ass. Losing both of his lover's touches at the same time left him reeling, trying to push back against Saul. But a few moments later, something blunt and thick nudged at his opening, and all doubts and fears faded away. In one smooth thrust, Saul slid home, his dick filling Gavin's channel to the brim.

  Just like the night before, Saul stilled inside him, waiting for Gavin to relax. But Gavin didn't need relaxation, and he pointed this out by clenching his ass muscles around Saul's dick. It wasn't even a conscious decision from his part, but more like an instinct. It worked like a charm. With a growl, Saul pulled out of him and thrust back into Gavin's channel, so hard Gavin's teeth rattled.

  They fell into a dance as old as time, a sexual, hypnotic, carnal and nearly desperate union of bodies. Saul fucked Gavin hard and fast, claiming him, branding him from the inside out. In turn, Gavin supported himself against the cold tiles as he moved against Saul, meeting him thrust for thrust. The heat of Saul's body mingled with the water rushing over them, making Gavin feel he was in an entirely different world, one where only he and Saul existed.

  As Saul pounded in and out of him, every single thrust hit Gavin's prostate. Gavin rose higher and higher on the peaks of rapture, so close to climax even if he'd just come not ten minutes ago. Or was it a year? God, he couldn't tell, simply couldn't measure time anymore. Just the concept had become too hard for him to process. He couldn't focus on anything else except fucking himself on Saul's dick.

  Just when Gavin thought he couldn't take it anymore, Saul bit down on his neck again, and Gavin came so hard his knees gave out. He'd have slid to the floor and maybe banged his head against the shower, but Saul's strong hands supported him. In a repeat of last night, he didn't immediately slide out of Gavin. The thick head of Saul's prick kept massaging Gavin's prostate, drawing small whimpers out of him. And even when his lover's dick at last left his body, Gavin remained hyper-aware of Saul's presence, his strength and his heat. It drew out his orgasm for longer than Gavin would have even thought possible.

  When they finally left the shower, Gavin caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and took in the myriad of hickeys Saul had left behind. It almost seemed like Saul had wanted to brand Gavin as his, just like he'd said in the diner. Quite honestly, Gavin couldn't bring himself to mind. He realized now that he wanted to belong to Saul.

  He did feel a measure of discomfort as he walked, but all things considered, his ass didn't hurt as much as he'd expected. It was more like… He still felt the ghost of Saul's dick inside him, and that kept him in a state of perpetual arousal.

  Back in the bedroom, Saul shot him a knowing look, like he knew exactly was thinking. He slapped Gavin's ass and stole a kiss that tasted like their combined desire. "Come on, baby. Hurry up and get dressed, because if you don't, I might just kidnap you and hold you captive for the rest of time."

  Gavin snickered, but complied. He pulled on yesterday's clothes, fortunately finding them without too many rips. When he finished dressing, he turned toward Saul, who was already ready, dashing and too handsome for words in a suit that must have been worth Gavin's monthly salary.

  "Let me guess," Saul said, "you have a thing for a guy in a suit."

  "Especially when that guy is you," Gavin admitted. And damn, when had he become so shameless and honest about his feelings? It had taken him weeks to even agree to a kiss with Richard. Maybe there was something to that love at first sight thing.

  In the end, Saul was the one who ushered Gavin out of the condo and into the elevator. As they descended to the underground parking lot, Saul said, "Hand me your cell phone. I'll punch in my phone number."

  The obvious fact that Saul wanted to keep in contact with him reassured Gavin. He passed Saul the device, who quickly added his contact details. He dialed the phone, and the sound of a ringtone echoed in the elevator. "All right," Saul said. "Now I have your number, and you have mine."

  Their fingers brushed as Saul returned the phone to Gavin, and the next thing Gavin knew, they were making out again, grinding against each other as Saul pressed him to the elevator wall.

  They might have actually had sex again if the elevator doors hadn't opened, revealing another inhabitant of the building. The man stared at them, arched a brow and just stepped into the elevator without making any comment.

  Gavin wasn't ashamed of his sexuality and his incipient relationship with Saul, but he respected the presence of the stranger and didn't reach for his lover again. However, Saul wrapped an arm around his waist and just held him, comfortably, naturally, like he didn't care at all if his neighbors didn't like his sexual orientation.

  In that moment, Gavin realized that last night's attack on the bigot had been caused by Saul aiming to defend him. How was it that Gavin had found the perfect guy when he hadn't even been trying? It seemed too good to be true.

  As they stepped out of the elevator, Saul threaded his fingers with Gavin's. Hand in hand, they walked to the car. "Did you see the look on his face?" Saul asked with a grin. "It was hilarious."

  "You're terrible," Gavin replied, but he couldn't help a chuckle of his own. Had he ever shared this type of light-hearted conversation with other boyfriends?

  "Maybe, but you love me anyway," Saul answered.

  The four-letter word took Gavin aback, and he didn't reply. Saul must have noticed, because when they stopped next to the car, he gripped Gavin's chin and forced their eyes to meet. "Hey, it's all right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made that joke. It's too soon to talk about love, and the last thing I want is to pressure you into commitment. We'll just take it slow, all right?"

  Gavin nodded, even if in his heart, he knew he was already halfway in love with Saul. "That sounds great. I can't wait."

  Saul brushed a light kiss over Gavin's lips, then unlocked the car. Gavin slid inside, already wishing he could just stay with Saul and explore the potential of their new decision. But real life didn't allow that, so Gavin just waited as Saul took position in his driver's seat.

  "Okay, baby. Where am I going?"

  Gavin relayed his address and Saul started the car, leading it expertly toward Gavin's neighborhood. Their homes were a good distance away, but the trip still seemed to be far too short. Sooner than Gavin expected, Saul parked. "Here you go."

  Gavin unbuckled his seatbelt and pressed a kiss to Saul's cheek. "Thanks. Call me for lunch?"

  At the last moment, Saul stopped him from pulling away. "Can't wait," he murmured. The next thing Gavin knew, Saul was kissing him again, and Gavin responded with the same heat and desire. God, at this rate, he'd never get to work. For a few moments, he indulged in the sinful simplicity of the duel of tongues, but his rational side intervened, drawing him away from his lover.

  It was with great difficulty that he broke the lip lock. "I'll look forward to it too," he replied with a smile and a breathless voice.

  This time, Saul let him go. Gavin didn't say "goodbye"—he never wanted to utter the word to Saul—and instead, just left the car. After blowing Saul another kiss, he turned and rushed into his building. His job was waiting.

  ****

  Saul watched his mate disappear into the block of flats, still reeling from their kiss and the amazing experience they'd shared. He'd never felt like this in his life, so full of enthusiasm and emotion. His mate had changed everything Saul had thought to be true about the world.

  He'd have liked to stay with Gavin, but his mate had a job, and Saul couldn't exactly stalk him. If they were going to have a healthy relationship, Saul needed to give his lover space. His wolf didn't like it, but Saul pacified it with the knowledge of his budding mate bond with Gavin.

  Saul started the car and headed toward the offices of the pack member he was supposed to see. He wasn
't in the mood to crunch numbers, but maybe it would make the time go faster until he could see Gavin again.

  However, the moment he parked in front of the building in question, Saul knew something was wrong. His immediate instinct was to put the car in reverse, but he didn't get the chance. Several cars approached him, boxing him in and keeping him from trying to escape.

  With a frustrated sigh, Saul slid out of his car. He recognized the other vehicles as belonging to his pack members, and was not surprised when his brother descended out of one of them.

  "What in the world is this?" Saul inquired with an angry growl. "Why are you treating me like some criminal?"

  Finn didn't address Saul's righteous anger. "Saul Simmons, you are hereby accused of having risked the secrecy of our species. Come quietly, or you will be brought in by force."

  Saul remembered what Finn had told him the night before and frowned. "Finn, you can't be serious. I told you I'll come back to the pack on my own terms."

  "Unfortunately, the information we were provided with today makes that approach impossible," Finn answered coolly. "Don't make this harder than it has to be."

  For the first time, Saul noticed the enforcers with Finn carried weapons, silver blades and guns outfitted with silver bullets. Saul gaped at his brother. "Are you deeming me rogue?"

  Finn grimaced. "I warned you about this, Saul. You should have just listened when I told you to."

  All Saul could think about was his mate. Werewolves could be very dangerous when the safety of their kind was risked. If humans found out about shifters, mates and pups would be an immediate target. However, precisely because this was a serious matter, enforcing the Law of the Rogues was only done in the worst cases. Saul had only exposed his eyes and canines to a drunk human. That could hardly be considered rogue material.

  It could, however, be used against him by the elders who dislike having a potential Alpha they couldn't control. And he'd have told Finn to fuck off, but something kept him from doing so.

  There were no cameras around the diner where Saul and Gavin had eaten the night before. Someone must have been watching them, someone good at spying and staying downwind. It was either that, or the elders making the entire thing up. However, if the first option was the true one, the spy knew about Saul spending the night with Gavin. They couldn't have guessed Gavin was his mate, but if Saul refused to go with his brother now, he risked drawing unwanted attention to Gavin.

  He remembered his promise to have lunch with Gavin, to take it slow and have a real relationship with the human. Gritting his teeth, he resigned himself to the unavoidable.

  "Fine. I'll go with you."

  Chapter Six

  Gavin got to the school just minutes before the first bell rang. He'd dressed in record time and broken several traffic rules, but in the end, he'd succeeded in reaching his destination without being late. It almost seemed like this would be the beginning of any other day, but as he made his way toward his office, he ran straight into Jessie.

  That in itself wasn't the unusual part. Gavin and Jessie spent a lot of time together. But the events of the past few twenty-four hours—and God, had it only been that long?—hung between them. For a few moments, Jessie just stared at him, then finally exploded, "Jesus Christ, Gav…. Do you have any idea how worried I've been? I was this close to calling the police. I imagined you getting raped or tortured or killed… I came to work in the vain hope that you might be here. Didn't you see my messages? Why didn't you call?"

  By now, Jessie was hyperventilating, squeezing Gavin's shoulders so hard it kind of hurt. Gavin winced, but only because he had been callous and not thought about his friend's concern at all. "It's fine, Jess," he assured the other man. "I'm sorry I didn't call, but I'm perfectly all right, and I met the most amazing guy." He sighed dreamily as he remembered Saul, aware that he probably sounded like a complete idiot, but not caring in the slightest. "I didn't think it could happen, but I think I'm falling in love with him."

  Jessie pulled him into his office and shut the door behind them. They plopped down on Gavin's small couch. "I take it you had sex with him," Jessie said.

  Gavin nodded. "It was the most amazing experience in my life. God, Jess… I can't even explain it. He was so gentle at first, so careful. And then, when he really started to…" His face heated as the memory of Saul fucking him made his dick stir in his slacks. "It was just perfect," he finished.

  "Well, I'm glad that at the very least you had fun," Jessie said. "Just please, tell me you used protection."

  Gavin froze. The thought of condoms had slipped out of his mind completely. It was the most important lesson he always taught his students, but he hadn't even considered it last night, or this morning, for that matter. He distinctly remembered the heat of Saul's spunk as the man pumped him full of seed. God, how could he have forgotten? "I'm sure he's clean," he said with far more certainty than he felt. "He wouldn't have put me at risk like that."

  "Gav, can't you hear yourself? There are a lot of people who trusted their lovers, and got sick because of it. You need to get tested, stat."

  Even knowing Jessie was right didn't change the fact that Gavin believed in Saul. Jessie just didn't understand. Something had clicked between them, and it went way beyond sexual chemistry and hot sex.

  "I'll just call him and ask him about it," he said. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

  Jessie shot him a look of disbelief, but waited as Gavin dialed Saul's number. It rang once, twice, three times, every passing second making Gavin feel more and more anxious.

  Saul didn't pick up the phone the first time around, so Gavin tried again. By now, Jessie's anger had faded into concern. Gavin squeezed his friend's hand, hoping that his fears would amount to nothing.

  Finally, his call was picked up and Gavin immediately greeted his lover, "Saul, hi!"

  "Who is this?" an unfamiliar male voice asked at the other side of the connection.

  Gavin froze, and for a few seconds, he couldn't reply at all. "Hello?" the strange man prodded. "Anyone there?"

  The stranger's mocking tone made Gavin snap out of his shock. "I'm a friend of Saul's," he said. "Could you get him, please? It's really important that I speak to him."

  "I'm sure it is," the other man replied. "Sorry, Saul's not around."

  That seemed so strange. They'd just gone their separate ways an hour or so ago. Had Saul gone straight to another meeting? It certainly seemed so. "Well, where is he and when is he due back?" Gavin managed to ask.

  A heavy, irritated sigh came in reply. "Let me put it to you this way. You're not wanted here. You and Saul will never work. He has dozens of lovers to choose from, dozens of people far better than you. Do yourself a favor and don't call again."

  Before Gavin could even try to answer, the stranger hung up. The phone slid out of Gavin's now limp hand as he tried to process how he'd gone from blissfully happy to heart-broken within the expanse of ten minutes.

  "I'm so sorry," Jessie whispered, hugging an unresisting Gavin close.

  "I really thought... I really thought we had something." Tears filled Gavin's eyes and this time, he didn't even try to keep them in check. He just buried his face in his friend's shoulder. "God, how could I be so stupid? How could I let him do that to me?"

  Jessie pet his hair, shushing him, telling him everything was going to be all right. Maybe Gavin would have been inclined to believe him, if the comfort of Jessie's touch hadn't made Gavin want Saul more. It just wasn't the same, and even if it felt like a betrayal of his faithful friend to even compare him with Saul, a part of Gavin still ached for Saul.

  He pulled out of Jessie's embrace and wiped his eyes. "I fucked up, didn't I, Jess?"

  "Yeah," Jessie replied, "but I'm here for you. We'll both take a few hours off and we'll go to the clinic. Let's take it one step at a time and make sure you're healthy first. We can deal with the broken heart part after. Deal?"

  "Deal," Gavin replied.

  Even as he spoke, though, he picked
up his phone and stared at the screen. Had Saul truly lied to him? Why had he pretended to do the whole romance thing if he'd never meant to take their relationship further? Gavin feared that he might never find out.

  ****

  "You're a fucking asshole, you know that, Finn?"

  His brother just snorted as he turned Saul's cell phone off and tossed it into the glove compartment of his car. He turned toward Saul, who'd been assigned to the backseat of the vehicle. "Don't tell me you had any further interest in the human. He sounded like just a random twink to me."

  Saul bit the inside of his cheek so hard he drew blood. Feeling his mate's pain at Finn's callous words had him on the edge, and if Finn wasn't careful, he might regret it. Saul was already considering tearing the throats of the large werewolves who flanked him on the backseat, and his anger was only liable to get worse. That was the disadvantage of the half-way mate bond. Saul could feel Gavin's emotions, but until Gavin accepted him as a mate, it would only be an incomplete connection that just made Saul's wolf even more agitated. But the best thing he could do right now was to keep Finn from realizing just how much Gavin meant to Saul.

  "Finn, I want you to be perfectly honest with me," he said, changing the topic. "I'm your brother and I deserve that much. What is this all about? Werewolves have mingled with humans ever since the dawn of time. It's nothing new."

  "This isn't about your propensity to mingle with humans, Saul," Finn said. "You broke the law. You went against the Secrecy Accords, and you know what that means."

  "U-huh. And what exactly did I do? When did I break your precious law?"

  "You'll be told everything once we reach the pack."

  With that, Finn turned away from him, and Saul knew all possibility of conversation had disappeared. Truly, one of the reasons why Saul didn't even stick around in the pack all the time was because two born Alphas simply didn't get along. Both he and Finn had Alpha instincts, and they'd been at each other's throats since Saul had become old enough to challenge his brother's dominance.