by Jessica Sims
I want everything because she’s mine.
I feel her clench around my finger, and then her hands are wild as they move over me. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders and she makes small gasps as she pushes her hips up against my hand. I’m lost in the moment, but I remember that she’s pregnant and not supposed to lie flat. I press kisses on her skin as my hand leaves her warmth and I grab a pillow from the bed and stuff it under her hips. I’ll do anything and everything to take care of my sweet mate.
My mate. The thought fills me with such pleasure. “You’re mine, aren’t you, Savannah?”
“All yours,” she says in a soft voice, and pulls me down against her again. “Now come and mark my throat again.”
I’ve already marked her twice. Most men only mark their mates once. I touch her cheek, surprised. “Again?”
She nods, her eyes shining as she gazes up at me. “I want the world to know that I belong to you.”
I close my eyes and bury my face in her lush breasts, humbled and amazed by her.
“And then,” she says with a hint of amusement in her voice, “I’m going to lay you flat on this bed and mark you so no woman ever looks at you and thinks she has a chance.”
“No one’s ever had a chance but you,” I tell her, even as I undo the fly on my jeans. The need to be inside her is urgent, and I press hot kisses to her face and throat as she turns on her side. “I’ve never looked at another woman but you. Never wanted anyone in my life but you, Savannah Russell.”
She nips at my hand as I hold her thighs open and press my body against her back. I push my cock against her entrance and she moans with pleasure when I sink into her. “My alpha,” she breathes even as her pussy clenches hard around my cock. “My Connor.”
Hers forever.
Later that night, after we’ve both thoroughly marked the other, she’s dozing against my shoulder, her belly pressing into my side. I can feel the babies moving as she sleeps. Utter contentment unfurls through me, and if I had to live this moment for the rest of my life, I’d die a happy man. I play with her hair, enjoying the sting of the bite she gave me on my throat, when a phone buzzes somewhere nearby.
“Mmm,” Savannah says without opening her eyes. “Can you get that, baby?”
I press a kiss to the top of her head. “Of course.” I slowly peel my body from hers and head to find the phone. It’s in Savannah’s handbag, and I pull it out.
The screen flashes with a message:
Beau: Exile or probation? You make the call, Sav. You’re the one he kidnapped.
My body tenses. The alpha in me wants to make the decision to exile, but I know my Savannah. She doesn’t like to be told, she likes to make her own decisions. And she’s the only one in my life that I trust enough to make the right one. So I resist the urge to answer for her and move back to the bed, handing her the phone.
She peeks at the screen and then snuggles against me, texting her cousin back.
“So what’s it going to be?” I ask.
“Just probation,” she says, finishing her message and then tossing the phone aside a moment later. Her arms go around me and she pulls me close, kissing my bare shoulder.
I grunt, because I don’t agree with that, but Savannah must see something in Craig that’s not obvious to me. Either that, or she’s got too soft of a heart.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she says in that teasing voice of hers, even as her hand slides down to my cock and she begins to stroke it. It takes about two damn seconds before I’m hard and aching, and I close my eyes to enjoy the pleasure when she doesn’t stop, just continues to stroke me with her hand and press kisses to my shoulder. “But sending Craig away doesn’t fix the problem. He’s lonely and if we don’t handle things ourselves, who knows what he would do if sent away with the others?”
Like I care? But she’s not wrong. “As long as he never touches you again—“
Savannah’s chuckle is sultry. “That’s not going to be a problem. I’m thoroughly mated at this point.” Her magical fingers stop in their caressing. “Well, almost. I’m sure I could deal with one more round of proof—“
Before the words leave her mouth, I’m on her, grinning. “You want proof? You’re about to get a whole lot of it between your legs.”
“And that’s why I love you,” she sighs dreamily.
I just begin to nuzzle my way down her belly. There’s a million reasons why I love Savannah, but it’ll take too long to tell her about them. I’d rather just show her for the rest of our lives.
Epilogue
SAVANNAH
“I can’t believe you kicked Dr. Lamb out,” I tease Connor as he puts a diaper on one of the babies and hands her to me. The other’s resting on my stomach, and he trades me, picking up our other daughter before gently carrying her to the changing table set in the corner of our bedroom for convenience.
“He’s a fucking idiot,” Connor growls. “And I’ve read enough books to know how the birth goes. I think we did just fine.”
“We did,” I say contentedly, holding the elder — by all of two minutes — daughter to my breast. She’s tiny and wrinkled and red and the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. Her twin is equally beautiful, but with a head full of dark hair, while this one’s bald. “We did really well.”
My heart is bursting with love. It doesn’t matter that I’m exhausted and parts of me that I didn’t know could ache feel as if they’ve been turned inside out. Our babies are here. Our family is complete.
The baby latches onto my breast and begins to suck, even as I can’t stop touching her. Her tiny fingers, her small, but long little body. A moment later, Connor crouches next to the bed with the other twin, offering her up to me.
“They’re beautiful,” he says, and there’s a catch in his throat. “I’d say I’ve never seen anything so perfect in my life, but they look just like their mother.”
I blink back happy tears. “Two girls. Are you sad?”
He gives me a look of complete astonishment. “How could I ever be sad? They’re gorgeous and perfect in every way.” He runs his thumb over a teeny tiny hand and then kisses a wrinkled forehead. “You’re amazing, Savannah.”
I give him a tired smile. I like seeing him with the smaller, darker-haired one. “She’s a wolf,” I tell him, my mother’s instinct kicking in.
The look of joy on his face makes my heart squeeze. “Really?”
I nod and touch the baby at my breast, her older sister. “This one, too.” The cat - and the mama - in me can sense the difference. It was muted in the belly, but now that they’re here? It’s as clear as day to me despite the fact that they haven’t shifted yet. They will, and they’ll be the cutest, roly-poly-est wolf cubs. And I’m thrilled with that.
Connor’s look of joy changes to shock. “Both?” He reaches out and grazes a knuckle over the tiny bald head of the one at my breast.
“Both,” I agree.
He blinks repeatedly. “Damn.” That catch is back in his voice. “I’m going to have to get a gun,” he says gruffly, but the smile on his face is beautiful to see.
“Okay if we name one after your mother and one after mine?” Maybelle and Dakota aren’t the most matching of names, but I think they’d be perfect.
Connor’s eyes become curiously shiny and he gives me a quick, jerky nod before handing the baby in his arms to me. “My mother had dark hair,” he says as he hands the smaller twin to me.
“Then this one’s Maybelle,” I say as I settle her at my other breast.
He nods again and then presses a kiss to the top of my head, and I know he’s feeling a bit too much at the moment to be chatty. That’s all right. I know just how he feels.
I nurse the babies in quiet for long minutes as Connor cleans up the bedroom and answers texts that are coming in a mile a minute. I’m too tired to talk, but I do take the glass of water he brings up to me and let him fluff my pillows. At some point I’m going to want to get up and shower (again) and eat something sub
stantial, but for now I’m happy to just hold my newborns and bask in the love of my mate.
Connor pulls a chair next to the bed and leans in to kiss me, then kisses the heads of both babies. “I just texted the pack. Gracie wants to come by and see them. I told her not yet.”
“Tomorrow,” I promise. “We’ll let everyone come over tomorrow.” Today is just about us.
He nods. “She’s with Buck and several of the Primordials so that wouldn’t work anyhow.” He rolls his eyes. “I’m not letting any of those chuckleheads near my girls until I know how they’re going to react.”
I give him a soft smile, loving his protective streak. The Primordials - and the pack, too - have been getting better with every month that’s passed. They’re becoming experts at construction, drywall, and painting, so much so that Connor’s been flipping multiple houses at once. There’s been enough paperwork - we pay everyone a salary so they can learn to manage their money - that I’ve had to leave Midnight Liaisons and help Connor run his business. But the pack’s happy and has a ton of work, and the Primordials are becoming more and more used to the world, even if they all chase women a bit more than they should.
“Might as well text Craig, too,” I tell Connor. “He’s been asking when the babies would get here because he wants to bring me a present.”
Connor just snorts. He still doesn’t approve of Craig but now that Craig is no longer trying to kidnap me? He’s a sweet guy. He’s been on probation with the cougar clan for months now, and the moment we let him start dating through Midnight Liaisons? He hooked up with a bossy were-jaguar that treats him like he’s garbage and he loves every damn minute of it. Yesterday when I saw him, he was holding Jayde’s purse for her and buying her jewelry, and completely content. Go figure.
“Anyone else we need to update?” Connor asks, texting busily. “Your clan?”
I nod. “Tell them it’s two girls, both wolves, and utterly gorgeous.”
“I should send them a picture,” he says, turning on the camera app and angling the camera at me and the babies in my arms. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Savannah. I’ve never seen you so beautiful.”
I snort. I just gave birth a few hours ago, I’m sweaty and exhausted. Beautiful is probably not anywhere on the radar. But…I feel so utterly happy. “If you send a picture, you have to get the entire family in there.”
“I’ve got you and my girls,” he says, angling the phone.
“Yes, but if we’re doing a family portrait, I want all of us in it,” I tell him, and gesture at the bed beside me (with my chin, because my arms are full). “All of us. We’re not a family without you.”
The smile of pride and happiness he gives me makes me get all weepy with joy. I’m still weepy when he crawls into bed on the other side, squeezes in next to me, and kisses my cheek in the photo. The angle’s weird and my nose is a bright red cherry, but it’s perfect.
Everything’s perfect. My family’s complete, and my life’s complete with Connor at my side.
Also by Jessica Sims
Midnight Liaisons Novels (published by Pocket Books)
Beauty Dates the Beast — Beau & Bathsheba’s story
Desperately Seeking Shapeshifter - Sara & Ramsey’s story
Must Love Fangs - Josh & Marie’s story
Wanted: Wild Thing - Hugh & Ryder’s story
Undead in My Bed - Ruby & Michael’s story (novella)
Midnight Liaisons Novellas (all available for free via Kindle Unlimited)
Single Wolf Female — Alice & Jackson’s story
Vixen - Miko, Sam & Jeremiah’s story
Speed Mating - Estrella & Vic’s story
Bear Naked - Nikolina & Leif’s story
Claws & Effect - Lily & Ellis’s story
Tiger by the Tail — Adrian & Mandy’s story
Stand-Alone Works
Between a Vamp and a Hard Place
Copyright © 2016 by Jessica Sims
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotation embodied in critical articles and reviews.
Created with Vellum