by Renee Rose
“Oh, sugar,” I muttered, my chest already heaving. “I’m not gonna last, and that’s going to be a problem.”
She rubbed her lips together as she approached, and I couldn’t take my eyes away from them. “Why is that a problem?”
“Because I need to get you off. Like, fucking soon.” I tossed my hips into the air and rolled them.
She laughed, maybe because I sounded as desperate as I felt. When she gripped the base of my cock, some of that pre-cum dribbled down over her hand. I was so fucking ready.
“Becky, I love you.” I spoke fast, needing to get the words out before I lost my mind. Especially when she lowered her head and licked slowly around the head of my purpled member. “It’s not just biology,” I grit out. “Not just because my wolf picked you or fate picked you. Oh fuck.” I shuddered as she lowered her mouth over my length and took me all the way into the pocket of her cheek.
My balls drew up, and I felt my orgasm build at the base of my spine. Sweat dotted my brow. I was going to die of pleasure, and when I looked down at her, watched the way my dick disappeared in that mouth of hers...
“Mmm?” she hummed around my dick, and I shoved my hips up, accidentally forcing her to take me deeper. I’d never felt anything better. So hot. Wet. The suction… fuck!
“Oh fates. I-I just want you to know that. I love you for you. Strong, independent. Smart. Capable. Sassy. Beautiful. Oh gawd.”
“Mmmm,” she hummed her agreement, picking up speed as she bobbed over my length.
“Fuck, Becky. Fuck.” My thighs flexed. I dug my heels into the mattress, trying not to jack my hips up and ram my cock down her throat. But it felt. So. Good.
“Becky, Becky, Becky, Becky.”
She popped off and laughed. “Whose name do you scream when you come?” she demanded, mocking the question I’d made her answer up at the cabin.
I fisted the sheets, wrestling for control. “Yours. Only yours. It will only ever be yours, sugar. Forever.”
I smelled the scent of her arousal as she bobbed faster and faster over my dick, hollowing out her cheeks to suck me hard. I loved that this was turning her on, too. I just wanted to be able to get her off. “Ride me,” I choked. “Ride me, sugar and let me watch those full tits bounce,” I begged. “Let me see that little bump that shows me how I got my cum up and in you and made a pup.”
She popped off my dick, licking her lips with a Cheshire cat smile. “You want me to ride you, cowboy?” she drawled, gripping the base tight as she slowly mounted my hips.
My shudder of pleasure was visible and made her smile wider. “Aw, please, sugar. Please. I want to see you get off when I do.”
She lifted her hips then impaled herself on my dick.
I shouted with the pleasure of it. So good. So good. Her walls clenched around me. The bedroom was bright, and I could see all of her. There was no shyness now. Hell, there never had been any. It had been secrets that had kept us in the dark, but now… now we could show each other everything.
She braced her hands on my shoulders and started to undulate her hips slowly, rocking over my dick, grinding her sweet little clitty down against the root.
I had to work hard to resist the urge to break free of the tights and grip her hips, move her over my manhood in a way that would make both of us go mad. She wanted to be in charge now, and that was hot in itself. I loved watching how she moved, how she liked it.
She slowly picked up speed, and I watched her tits swing up and down, her nipples hard thick points—thicker than they’d been pre-pregnancy. Fucking gorgeous.
I thrust my hips up to match her rhythm, pushing in deeper, trying to bring friction to her clit and hit her g-spot.
“Beautiful, beautiful human,” I murmured.
She got wetter. “Devilish wolf.”
I squeezed my eyes closed because my need was getting too strong. She sped up, gliding over me, forward and back. I popped my eyes back open. “Show me how you come, sugar. Show me how you ride daddy’s dick until you come.”
“Daddy’s dick?” she laughed, panting. “Now that’s some kinky shit.”
“Uh huh. And you love every minute of it.” I knew because she’d gushed fresh arousal down my cock when I said it.
“Oh God,” she moaned. Her face was flushed. She reached up and untied the tights. “You’d better help me. I’m getting dizzy. Fifty percent more blood volume and all that.”
I gripped her hips and took over the effort, moving her forward and back so she could just go along for the ride. “You want to stay on top, or do you need daddy to flip you on your back and fuck you hard?”
Her pussy clenched around me dick with the dirty talk. She was already coming. “Flip me, daddy.” She grinned then groaned.
In one smooth motion, I swapped our positions, carefully laying her on her back, so I could get even deeper inside her.
She threw her arms up by her head in surrender, her eyes already rolling back, lashes fluttering. Her back arched, and her tits thrust up toward my mouth. “Oh God…”
“That’s it, sugar.” I fucked her hard and fast, already past my own breaking point. The bed slammed against the wall, cracking the plaster. Oops. Sorry, Audrey!
She lifted her legs in the air in a wide spread eagle allowing me to pump even harder. Deeper. Faster. I grabbed a knee, held on.
“Becky,” I croaked.
She screamed and reached for my shoulders, her nails digging in. She locked her ankles behind my back and yanked my hips in to stay as her sweet, tight channel gripped my dick in quick pulses. I’d have thought she was even more responsive, more sensitive because of being pregnant, but this was all Becky. Us. We were wild and frenzied together. Always.
I continued to pump, taking her hips with mine as I reached the peak and hurtled over the other side.
“Oh fuck!” I shouted. “Becky, Becky, Becky, Becky.” My release had to be one for the record books. I seriously don’t see how I could’ve come any harder or more. Heat sizzled across my skin.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Clint!” she chanted back, laughing through the whole thing, her sweet pussy continuing to milk my dick for its cum.
I went blind for a minute. Maybe longer. The room sparked with fireworks. I couldn’t breathe, but that wasn’t important because all that mattered was how good she felt.
And then I found myself covering Becky’s body with my own, nuzzling into her neck and whispering nonsense to her, careful of the slight curve.
“Marry me?” I asked because she was human, and that was their custom. Willow and Rob hadn’t had a wedding, but Marina and Audrey had both had weddings to mark the human version of a mating.
She didn’t answer, so I pulled back to look at her face, my heart jumping up to choke my throat. Fuck. Was she still not sure about me? About us?
“Do shifters marry?” she asked. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair damp. She looked well and truly fucked, but a little frown marred her forehead.
I blinked, surprised she’d already picked up enough about our kind to ask the question. I wasn’t sure what she and Mom talked about, but I didn’t really care. Whatever they’d shared had made all the difference. “No, not usually. Well, we do it on paper at the courthouse to satisfy human laws, but it’s not celebrated. The mating is what really matters.”
I ran my thumb over the spot on her neck that indicated we were mated for life.
“Then, that’s all the matters to me, too.” She shook her head. “I’ve been married. I didn’t care for it. If it’s just the same to you, I don’t want it again. I’d rather try it your way.”
I smiled, warmth bleeding back into my body. “Then you’re already mine. I can’t undo what I’ve done, and I wouldn’t. Rebecca Nichols, will you accept my mating bite?” I asked in the formal tones of a wedding officiant.
She smiled, love and warmth radiating from her beautiful blue gaze. “I’ve never been so happy not getting married. Clint Tucker, I will.”
Epilogue
“It’s fine. I’m doing fine,” I reassured my mate, whose head looked like it was about to spin around and pop off after my last contraction. “But a little less pressure on the hand.”
“Fuck!” Clint released his overly-tight grip, and I shook my fingers out. “Are you sure you don’t want an epidural? Sugar, you don’t need to be a hero. It’s killing me to see you in pain.”
“It’s not about you, Clint,” Janet informed her son tartly, feeding me a spoonful of crushed ice with apple juice mixed in. “You’re doing great, honey. And of course, Clint’s right--”
“No,” I gasped then stopped to breathe through another contraction. They were coming one right on top of the other now, which meant I was definitely in transition. “Don’t offer again,” I got out when it ebbed.
Clint smacked his head. “I’m sorry. You told me that.”
I tried to sit up. “Help me up. I want to walk around.”
Clint sent a shocked look at Theresa, the labor and delivery nurse on duty. “Is that allowed?”
“Clint,” I growled. I remembered Janet’s talk months ago about how the males needed to think they were in charge, watching out and protecting. Well, I was in fucking charge now.
He scooped me up from the hospital bed into his arms, like his idea of me walking around was him carrying me through the halls of the hospital.
True to his word, he’d carried me around until the day I went into labor. I’d arrived in this hospital in his arms, which was definitely going to become a story I’d never live down with my colleagues.
“Put me down. I need gravity to do its work now,” I said.
He grumbled as he slowly tipped me to my feet as if I were made of glass. I turned to face him and lifted my arms to his shoulders. I couldn’t remember the last time he’d hugged me, my belly so big it was impossible.
“Slow dance?” I asked with a wry smile. He lurched to tuck his arms under mine and hold me up, and I rested my head against his chest, swaying slowly and imagining the head of our sweet baby girl melting my cervix open with each slow figure eight of my hips.
Clint’s hold was gentle, almost reverent. He’d been attentive and protective every day. I was thankful for being a labor and delivery nurse, and I knew what to expect; otherwise, he’d have panicked… okay, panicked less and run roughshod over the entire floor. My big guardian with a tender heart.
Time disappeared. I cocooned myself in the love of my mate and everyone else around me-—his family—mine now, our friends, my co-workers. I’d wanted a real family my whole life, and I’d found my partner in Clint. Our family would grow by one soon. She would be loved completely, unconditionally. She already was.
“It’s time,” I murmured to Theresa, who had accepted my refusal to have my dilation checked since I entered transition. “Get Audrey.”
While Dr. Seymour had seen me all through my pregnancy, she was out of town for spring break with her family. Audrey was working although she’d only been back from her own maternity leave a few weeks. Boyd had insisted she cut her workload in half, and she didn’t mind, content to stay home with their baby as much as possible. We’d both laughed about it when I first arrived on the floor, my contractions ten minutes apart, but in the end, I was glad it would be her to help me bring my daughter into the world.
“What?” Clint yelped. “How do you know that?” He glanced down as if he could see through the hospital gown a head popping out of my crotch.
“Shh.” I tightened my grip on him. My last contraction had become a push. “Put me down on my side and catch your baby.”
“What?” I have to hand it to Clint. He may have been freaked out, but his movements were quick, strong and sure. He gently lifted me into his arms and laid me carefully on my side in the bed. Janet watched, but she stood out of the way, silent, letting this moment be ours.
I wanted to speak, to tell him to get ready because she was coming, but forming words became an impossibility. My body was doing what it had been made to do. There was no practice for such a thing. No way to prepare. As much as we humans wanted to control, in the end, our biology knew better—same as shifters finding their mates. Clint had been so sure I was the one for him, that we would be together forever. I was sure about this, about our growing family. My body took over and pushed out our sweet baby.
Clint gulped back a sob. “Her head is out!”
With the next push the rest of her emerged, and Clint caught her in his large hands just as Audrey and Theresa rushed in the room.
“She’s here.” My big strong mate was weeping. “You did it, sugar. Our baby is here.”
“Oh wow, she’s here!” Audrey entered swiftly but didn’t take over. She stood at Clint’s shoulder and let us have our moment.
I met her gaze over Clint’s arm. “Is she okay? Is everything all right?”
Audrey gently put a stethoscope to our baby’s heart. “She sounds perfect, Becky. Congratulations, mama.”
Theresa slipped in to wipe the blood off her and slip a cap on her head before easing her from Clint’s ginger grip and placing her in my arms. Clint shifted to my side, sitting on the bed and wrapping a strong arm around my shoulders as I stared down at our miracle.
I didn’t have the urge to cry. Maybe I was too stunned. Maybe my body was in shock. Not until I put my baby’s mouth to my breast and she latched right on and started sucking did I burst into tears.
“She’s so smart,” I wept, looking up through my tears at Janet. “Look at her.”
Janet also burst into tears. “Yes, look at her. Strong and smart like her mama.”
Even Audrey blinked back tears as she helped deliver the afterbirth, cut the cord and stitched me up. Of course, she still had raging hormones going, too, having given birth to her daughter seven weeks ago.
“Happy birthday, Lily,” I said, naming her after my favorite flower. I turned questioning eyes on Clint because the name hadn’t even been on our shortlist. I hadn’t even thought of it before I looked at her beautiful little face.
Clint kissed my temple. “Lily. I love it. Sweet Lily. Happy birthday, precious flower.”
I watched, mesmerized by her suckling. “Look at her tiny lips,” I breathed, starting to tremble from the shock.
Clint tightened his arm around my shoulders. “Look at her tiny fingers.”
“She’s perfect,” Janet breathed.
Our sweet baby had drifted to sleep at my breast, drunk on colostrum.
“Let us just check her over and get her cleaned up, okay?” Audrey said.
I nodded and handed over my baby, trusting her completely.
I let my head fall against Clint’s shoulder. “We did it.”
“You did it,” he corrected. “You were such a champion. How do you feel?”
“Tired,” I murmured. “But also wide awake.”
“Food might help,” Janet suggested.
I smiled because food was Janet’s solution to everything, and I absolutely adored her for it. It was a wonderful way to show love, as far as I was concerned.
After a lifetime of feeling like it was me against the world, I now felt nothing but loved. I was surrounded by so much tenderness—an entire pack of love. My big strong wolf-man who was utterly devoted to me.
And now Lily, this tiny being who had already captured all of our hearts.
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Pack Rule #5: Happy mate, happy fate.
Fate has it in for me. She’s sent me the sassiest, strong-willed female imaginable. Wolf Ranch’s new veterinarian. A human who thinks I do everything wrong. Thinks she knows large animals better than I do. And who doesn’t want anything to do with me.
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I’ll prove she doesn’t know everything about four-legged beasts. Especially not the fiercest ones
who stalk their prey in the night. Especially not one determined to prey on her.
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