by T. A. Grey
“You’re that excited?” Why she sounded surprised, he had no clue. Her breasts look large and in charge in her red Christmas dress and she wore an adorable Santa hat to top it all off. He saw her pull on the red-and-white thong this morning while getting dressed. All he’d have to do is pull it down and he could be inside her.
He pressed his hips against her to prove his excitement. Breathless, she turned around, wide-eyed, but he didn’t hear any immediate protests, which gave him some hope this might actually happen.
“But why?” she asked.
He arched one eyebrow and looked down at his mate. Of course, what he couldn’t tell her with words, as he wasn’t a poet, that’s for sure, was that it wasn’t just some pretty dress that had him riled up. Fact was, he was excited to have another child. He was happy to be pleasing his wife and to have things back on common ground. And he liked to live up to his promises, one of which he’d made last night.
But he didn’t know how to explain all that to her, so he simply bent low to her ear and whispered another truth. “I love you, lumara. Let’s go make a baby girl.”
Breathless, she nodded and bit her lip as she contemplated for a moment. “Meet me in the downstairs bathroom in the basement.” She snuck off quietly as laughter and groans came from the living room.
“Board games are for humans,” Dmetri intoned dryly.
Waiting only a few seconds, Vane headed after her.
Hard and ready for her, he knew this would be quick but oh-so-satisfying.
He heard her giggle and quickened his step. Peering over her shoulder, she spotted him and rushed into the bathroom. He joined her only seconds later. He barely managed to close the door and lock it, when he felt her hands on him, eagerly yanking down his zipper and grabbing his cock.
He bit back a groan at her eagerness.
“We have to hurry,” she whispered. “And we can’t be loud.”
She stroked him and he pulled her into his arms for a smoldering kiss. His hands ran over her body, lovingly tracing curves he had memorized and which never failed to entice him. When she began pumping his cock in that meaningful way, he knew she was ready.
He spun her around to face the sink. She grabbed hold over it and peered over her shoulder at him as he flung her dress up to her hips. Sure enough the sweet creamy globes of her ass were bared for him, save for a meager strap of red cloth clinging between her dainty cheeks. He palmed those warm cheeks, spread them wide and slapped each for good measure. She rose up on her toes as her neck twisted around as he tormented her.
He pulled her roughly back against him and slid his hands under the top of her dress to cup her heavy breasts. Meanwhile she began rubbing her soft cheeks against his cock, up and down, up and down until his cock fell into the crease of her ass and he began to leak pre-come.
Shit. He wanted to savor this but he was already wasting precious time. People would notice them being gone. They had to hurry.
Quickly, he hooked his thumbs in her panties and slid them down until they pooled around her high heels. She opened her stance and bent forward, anticipating what was to come.
Grabbing his cock in one hand, the other holding her shoulder in place, he speared through her wet folds to moisten the tip of his cock.
“Hurry, Vane! Please!” she whispered fiercely.
That’s all he needed to hear.
He drove inside on a rocking thrust, which lifted her up to her toes. She cried out, only to slap a hand across her mouth to stifle the sound.
She was wet, tight as a fist, and welcoming. And he was in heaven.
He pumped her full, in and out in a pace meant for only one thing—coming.
Their heavy breaths gassed the air as the wet sounds of their lovemaking teased his ears. His heavy sac slapped her wet pussy in a sensation he loved all too much. His fingers bit into her shoulder.
Upstairs he heard more guffaws of laughter and glasses clinking together in a toast.
Grabbing hold of her hips, Vane hammered into her moist pussy with mindless strokes. Sarina trembled, her harsh breathing spurring him on until he was biting his lip to keep from coming too soon. He needed her to finish first, but fuck, he was about to blow any second. She was too tight, too beautiful, too everything. Her stifled cries were so soft and sexy they drove him completely mad!
And then she squeezed the sink tightly as her face flushed a deep shade of red. That’s when it began—the twitching, milking sensations over his cock—like little fingers tugging him to completion as she came apart. She struggled to keep quiet, which only made him hotter.
His lip nearly burst open he bit down on it so hard. Instead he plunged harder. The sounds he made couldn’t be denied. He was groaning loudly but he couldn’t stop himself nor slow down, even though the smacking noises as their bodies met were distinguishably noticeable.
Her orgasm continued in drugging pulls. Vane caught his mate by both shoulders and fucked her sweet pussy mindlessly. Her body, as always, milked the come from his sac. Barely managing to hold back a shout, he tunneled his cock in and out of her and started coming in jerky, long spurts. He panted, his entire body twitching as his cock blew again and again and again into her welcoming heat. Her orgasm wrung the come from him, pulling his seed deep from his balls and into her body.
Somehow he new, this one had taken. This one would plant the seed for their baby girl.
Gasping, they slowed the pace. The last vestiges of his orgasm had his hips jerking one last time. Lovingly, he turned is mate and kissed her, hands running over each other’s bodies in the sweet aftermath.
They didn’t have long to bask in the pleasure. They righted their clothes, kissed quickly and headed back upstairs in short order. Vane took a few extra minutes in the kitchen alone, tossing back a few glasses of nog, before he headed into the living room with Sarina and the rest of the gang.
He knew what he expected. Pointed fingers, fixed stares, and disgusted glances—yet he received none of that as he took his place at his mate’s side. Her cheeks were still slightly flushed.
The board game was in full force as a die was rolled and cards turned over. The whole family was happy as can be. Vane wrapped his arm around his mate and whispered one last thing in her ear.
“Here’s to a baby girl, sweetheart. I love you.”
Smiling up at him she whispered back. “It’s Violet.”
His eyebrow quirked. Violet? He rolled the name through his mind before slowly nodding. He placed his hand over her belly and smiled at her. “Violet it is.”
“Merry Christmas, Vane.”
“Merry Christmas, Sarina.”
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The Kategan Alphas, #1
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Vane Kategan paced back and forth across his study. Unrest was growing in the pack. Pack members have complained that he needed to find a mate and start breeding. Easier said than done. Vane stuffed his big form into a chair and ran a rough hand through his hair.
He knew they were right. He was the Alpha. As the strongest of the pack, it was his responsibility to provide heirs in case of his death. The only problem with that was none of the women in the pack interested him. He’d dated several of them and even a few outside the pack. But still his beast refused to mate with them. And he couldn’t force such a close connection. They were all unacceptable: irresponsible, neglectful, boring, and selfish. He and his wolf refused to force his pack to settle for a poor leader. Those with the more positive qualities either didn’t connect with him or were already taken. Besides, the women needed a strong female to influence them, and he needed a queen for both the pack and him.
Vane didn’t know what else to do. At the request of his pack, he even dated some humans. Yet none of them stirred both him and his wolf. He growled in annoyance and went to find his housekeeper. He found him lounging in a recliner in the living room.
“I’ll be going out. Call me if you need me.”
Alfonse lifted his head out of the magazine he was reading and smiled.
“Sure thing, boss.” Alfonse gave a little wave before returning to his magazine. Pausing with his head out the door, Vane turned to look at his old friend.
“Is that a Martha Stewart magazine?” he asked tentatively. His friend grinned up at him.
“Sure is. There’s a chocolate mousse recipe in here that looks positively delicious.” Vane grabbed his hiking pack and left to the sound of his friend’s laughter.
The chilled night air helped to calm his nerves. He left his cabin and decided to hike across the unmarked land instead of the usual worn paths. Pack members used the paths to stay within pack territory, but he knew this land better than anyone did. It was all his. He hiked his backpack higher and let his feet guide him.
It had been too long...weeks, since he’d visited the forest. His beast relished the crescent moon and the coming full moon. He walked quickly over fallen trees, climbed deftly down the main bluff, and vaulted over sharp crags. Animals squawked and scattered as his quiet steps tapped through the forest.
Stopping for a moment under a canopy of willow trees, Vane pulled out his water bottle and took a long drink. He stilled as the breeze changed direction and brought with it a new scent. The scent was bold, earthy, and sweet. Different. Lingering, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. It smelled faintly of woman, lykaen, and something else. Something too vague to capture.
Intrigued, he tracked the scent through the woods. He followed the trail until he reached the end of his property line. He hesitated, unsure whether to stray so far from the pack. He made a quick phone call to Alfonse to let him know he’d be off territory for a while. Alfonse laughed at him before telling him to get a gallon of milk on the way home.
“Funny bastard,” Vane muttered under his breath.
Twenty minutes later, Vane passed through some low brush. He swiped at a low-hanging branch and passed under it. A large, two-story cabin resided straight ahead.
The scent was more potent here. He stopped and inhaled the rich scent deep into his lungs. Something about it raised his hackles and brought his cock to life.
Vane didn’t recognize the cabin, but the size of it spoke of money. Whoever built it here, with only a bare dirt path to it, wanted to stay hidden.
Creeping silently, Vane made his way to a first-floor window. The shades were open and a soft yellow light glowed out from a lamp in the corner. The scent was thick and strong this close. He wanted to roll around in it. Hell, something was almost familiar about it.
Vane flattened himself against the log cabin. H could smell the earthy scent of cedar, but it was overpowered by something much greater. He put his ear to the panel of wood, closed his eyes, and listened. He tuned out the birds, squirrels, and crickets at his feet and focused all of his lykaen hearing on the female inside. Intrigued, he was definitely intrigued.
His eyes shot open and his cock pulsed at the sound of a distinctly feminine moan. A deep male voice groaned. Just as quickly as his cock hardened, it deflated. His hands curled into fists. Whoa. What the hell was he angry at?
Before leaving, Vane wanted to at least see the woman who carried such an alluring scent. And a sexy moan. He had just tracked her for several miles.
He peered into the window and what he saw made his cock go from soft to painfully hard.
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