Emmi ran her hands up and down his torso in slow circles that branded his skin. She twirled her fingers through his chest hair and followed the trail to his waistband.
His hips surged upwards when she dug her hand underneath it and touched the head of his cock.
"If you're not going to fuck me, I'll just have to fuck you instead, won't I?"
She smiled at him like the cat that got the cream when she popped the button and slid his zipper down.
Cole hissed through his teeth at the sweet torture, and he lifted his butt to help her pull the jeans down his thighs. Slick with his pre-cum his cock bounced upwards and almost hit her in the face.
Emmi giggled and grabbed the base of his shaft with one hand and slid her fingernail through his wet slit.
"Jesus, baby." He groaned out loud, and his mouth went dry when she raised that finger to her mouth and licked it clean.
"I want this, and I'm just going to take it, big boy." Without any further warning she went down on him, and Cole shut his eyes to the multitude of sensations assaulting him. When the head of his cock hit her throat, he swore again, and despite his intentions of letting her set the pace, he wrapped his fists in her hair and took control.
Emmi gagged several times before she swallowed, and the tight movement around his head sent him over the edge, and he gave his beast free rein. He pulled her off and kicked the rest of his jeans off all the way at the same time. The sight of her saliva coating his dick, and her mouth and chin all wet from their combined fluids made him growl deep in his throat.
"Come here, sugar, and finish what you started. On your knees in front of me now, and show me how much you really want my cock."
Her eyes widened and her breathing hitched, but she scrambled to comply with a speed that left him breathless, too.
"And strip. I want you naked, so I can see your tits bounce and your cream coating your thighs while you swallow my cock. I bet you're so wet already your underwear is soaked through."
She nodded, and his dominant side reveled in the way she complied. Cole groaned under his breath when she shrugged out of her blouse, and when her breast fell free he had to indulge himself. Emmi trembled in need when he weighed each one in his hands. The nipples firmed in their pregnancy darkened areolae, and she whispered his name when he rubbed his chin over the firm nubs.
"Cole, please…"
"Shhh, sugar, these are mine, to do with as I please, are they not?"
Emmi bit her lip and nodded, and he took one nipple between forefinger and thumb and squeezed. A tiny pearl of liquid appeared, and Emmi panted her need as she rubbed her thighs together.
Cole bent and licked that drop away, and Emmi went limp against his legs when he suckled in earnest. The tiniest drops of colostrum coated his tongue, and he swallowed the sweet tasting nectar greedily, as Emmi writhed under him.
"God, Cole … please … Oh, lord I'm going to … oh, yes!"
He stepped up his assault, blown away by her responsiveness, and his own needs forgotten for the moment, suckled her into orgasm. Her release, when it came, was explosive and loud, and she hung onto his shoulders for dear life. Cole slowed his rhythmic sucking in tune with the trembles rocking her body, and when she exhaled on a loud sigh, he lifted his head to look at her.
"Look at me, sugar."
She followed his growled command immediately, and he lost himself in the passion filled depth of her gaze.
"I thought you said you weren't going to fuck me?" she whispered.
Cole grinned and said the words that were on his heart.
"I'm not, and I'm not going to. I'm making love to the woman I love."
****
Emmi blinked several times to get her eyes to focus. Clearly having mind blowing orgasms when pregnant affected her ability to hear things properly. She could have sworn he had just said he loved her, but that couldn’t be.
"Wha-at did you say?"
Instead of answering Cole grinned and moved her until she was the one lying on the settee. He dropped a kiss on her belly and inhaled against her crotch. Even that slight pressure made her groan, and he laughed.
"I do believe I said I want you naked, sugar. We need to lose these. I want to devour you."
He unsnapped the button, hooked his fingers under the elastic side panel of her maternity jeans, and pulled the zipper down with his teeth. His hot breath teased her skin, and their gazes locked when he slipped her trousers slowly down her legs. Cole grasped her hips and pulled her down until her butt rested on the edge of the settee and then slid his hands down to her thighs, and pulled them apart.
With a wicked grin he bent down and licked up the inside of one thigh, until he reached her arousal soaked panties. He inhaled against the damp fabric and growled low in his throat, sending vibrations along her slit and into her clit.
Emmi panted her need and made a grab for his hair, but he grumbled a sharp denial into the soft skin of her other thigh.
"Hands above your head, sugar, and grab the settee. This is my show, and I'll not be rushed in my feast."
Emmi hastened to comply, but failed miserably when his rough tongue licked a path of heated awareness up her other thigh and he then used his teeth to pull her underwear out of the way.
"Hmm, so wet and swollen and beautiful. What shall I do with this pussy, sugar?"
His hot breath teased her wet folds, and Emmi shuddered when he circled her clit with his tongue. Without even realizing it she made another desperate grab for his hair, and Cole took her labia in between his teeth and bit down hard.
The sharp pain focused her and brought her arousal down a notch, and she hastily wrenched her arms back up.
"Naughty girl. I see you need help keeping those hands out of my way."
Emmi bit her lip so hard she tasted blood when he abandoned her quivering cunt and crawled up her body. With a wicked grin he reached across her and took hold of the rope that held the curtains back.
He held them up for her to see, and then ran them over her breasts and down to her mound. The tasseled ends tickled, and Emmi squirmed under the sensation of having the rope tightened across her pussy lips. With her heart hammering in her ears she watched in stunned fascination as kept on running the corded rope through her slit and then lifted it up to his nose and inhaled.
The rope had darkened in color, soaked through as it was with her pussy juices, and Emmi bit back a scream when Cole used the tasseled end to tease her clit.
Pain mixed with pleasure at the flick of his wrist, and Emmi struggled to keep her eyes open, as her body once again clambered toward release.
Cole watched her reaction out of hooded eyes, taking her right to the edge, and then he stopped. A low pitched wail escaped Emmi's lips, and Cole laughed and caught her wildly flailing hands and used the rope to tie her wrists together.
"Like I said you need help to keep those hands away, don't you, sugar?" He pushed her arms high above her head and hooked her bound wrists over the cast iron hook in the wall.
"There, now that's better. I've got you where I want you now."
Emmi gave an experimental tug, but she couldn't move her arms at all.
"Cole?" She hated how wobbly her voice sounded, but Emmi had never been restrained before, and her brain screamed at her to make her a fuss. Her body, however, had other ideas. Even as she struggled to process her feelings, more of her juices trickled out of her and down the inside of her thigh and into the cleft of her ass.
Cole swiped his fingers through her soaking wet nether lips and lifted them up to her mouth.
"Taste yourself, sugar. Lick my fingers clean."
She opened her mouth to protest, but Cole slid his large digits inside. They were familiar yet strange, as she tasted herself mixed in with the unique and addictive flavor that was all Cole, and he groaned when she sucked on them in earnest.
Cole pushed the fingers of his other hand into her pussy hole and thrust them in and out in tandem with the ones lodged in her mouth. Emmi ground
her hips against his clever fingers, as the tingles started again, but just like before he took her to the edge and then withdrew.
"Dammit, Cole."
He came back up and kissed her, and Emmi spread her legs wider, as his cock nudged her entrance.
"Please, Cole, I want you inside of me, please. I need you."
She panted the words in between ever more desperate kisses, as Cole continued to tease her with the tip of his cock. He angled his hips so that every slow glide of his hot shaft bumped against her clit, until she thought she was going to explode with need. She was so close again, so damn close.
"You've got me, sugar, always."
Cole grumbled the words into her neck, and Emmi blinked back tears at the rough emotion behind them, and then he thrust inside of her in one long lazy move that had her whole body tense.
"Do you really mean that?" she asked.
Cole rolled his hips in response, bumping his pelvic bone against her clit, and that little bundle of nerves quivered. Emmi curled her toes at the darts of pleasure washing over her body. Cole smiled and nodded, and as he bumped her he pulled out just a little and then slid in even deeper than before.
Swollen and extra sensitive as she was due to the increased blood volume pregnancy caused, he filled her completely, and her internal walls clamped down on his thick cock.
"Fuck, Emmi, you're so hot and tight."
Cole pulled out and then thrust in again, with the same agonizing slowness that made her see stars, as her nerves sparked and sent messages of pure ecstasy to her brain. Nothing mattered but this moment and the feel of him sliding in and out of her, claiming her in the most primal way, as his bear's growls trembled through her.
Cole framed her face in his hands, and there was no mistaking the depth of emotion she could see in his eyes, as his large frame pinned her to the settee until she felt utterly owned by him.
"I. Love. You. Emmi. Layne. Do. You. Hear. Me. You. Are. Mine."
Every word was punctuated by another thrust, and Emmi burst into tears of joy as another orgasm rolled over her in waves spreading from deep within her core. Perspiration mixed with her tears, and Cole licked them off her face, and he started to thrust harder. He locked his arms, lifting his weight off her, and Emmi moaned her denial. Looming over her, he looked every inch like the wild predator he kept inside him. His canines grew, and in the blink of an eye he withdrew from her, unhooked her still bound wrists from the wall, and had her flipped over until she was on her tummy. His teeth sank into her shoulder at the same time as he thrust into her from behind, and Emmi screamed as her whole body convulsed in the most intense orgasm yet that left her breathless and limp, and dimly aware of Cole groaning his own release into her neck.
By the time she could breathe and talk at the same time again, Cole had pulled out of her, and released her from her bonds with a few well-placed flicks from his nails. He pulled her on his lap and licked his bite mark with a possessive growl that settled deep in her heart, and happiness suffused her whole being.
This felt so right, and real, that nothing else mattered. She snuggled in closer to him, and he tipped her head up and studied her with such a tender smile that she fell in love with him even more.
Cole put his other hand on her belly, and she grinned back at him.
"What you said—"
"I meant it, sugar," Cole interrupted her. "Every damn word. I realize you may not feel the same way, but I hope in time—"
"Oh, for pity's sake, you dumb bear." It was Emmi's turn to stop him from talking nonsense, and his eyes widened when she pummeled him in the belly. Not that it did any good. The man had abs made from steel, and all Emmi achieved was hurting her hand.
"Stop that, sugar, you'll just hurt yourself."
He took hold of her hand and kissed the knuckles one by one, until the slight pain turned into tingles of need, and she squirmed on his lap. His dick hardened under her ass cheeks, and Emmi's heart beat faster. She wanted him again. God, she was insatiable.
"Sugar, you'll be sore. Take some time to—"
"I don't need any damn time, Cole. Stop treating me as though I am a sensitive wallflower. I want you, Cole, now, tomorrow, in three weeks' time, hell, I'll always want you. I don't need you noble and kind. I want the bad boy that I fell in love with. I—"
Cole stopped her tirade with a heart stopping kiss that made her toes curl under and left her a boneless mass of need again. When he finally allowed her to draw much needed air into her lungs he was grinning down on her with the goofiest smile ever, and Emmi shook her head.
"You fell in love with the bad boy, huh? Has your momma never told you that that never ends well? I mean look at you. Here you are, all naked and deliciously rumpled. Such a tasty morsel for the big bad bear to eat."
He winked at her, and Emmi shrieked as he stood up with her in his arms.
"She did, but what can I say? I never could resist a bad boy or a bear."
"Well then, it seems you're stuck with me then, sugar, doesn’t it?"
Emmi reached up to touch his face, and she nodded.
"And you're with me. I love you, Cole Jackson, all of you."
"I love you, too, sugar, but you know what? My bear is mighty hungry, so I'm going to have to take you upstairs to eat you."
Chapter Seventeen
Emmi frowned at herself in the mirror. Nothing fit right anymore, and there was no mistaking the very obvious bump that seemed to have sprung up overnight. Cole had kept her naked and tied to his bed for the best part of a week, so she hadn't needed to worry over clothing, but it was the day of the huge shifter party, and none of her dresses fitted properly.
"Damn it, I look fat not pregnant." She mumbled the words to herself and reached behind to undo the zipper of her favorite little black dress.
Cole stepped up behind her and stopped her. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his hands on her belly.
"You look beautiful, sugar, and I'll have the head of anyone who'll dare to suggest otherwise."
She stuck her tongue out at him, even as her insides turned to mush at the gravelly tone of his voice. If he dropped his voice any lower, Emmi was in serious danger of coming from listening to that deep rumble alone. Sex with him had certainly not cured her of her horniness—quite the opposite. She seemed to have turned into some sort of nymphomaniac.
She had been furious at first when Cole had casually announced that he'd rung work and declared that she was assisting him off site for the next two weeks.
"What the hell, Cole? As though anyone will believe that. You might as well hang a big sign around my head, saying sleeping with the boss. I'm never going to live this down, and this is my career, Cole. I'm carrying your baby; I'm not your goddamn slave for you to boss around and decide her life for."
Instead of arguing his point, Cole had simply crossed his arms and looked at her with that infuriating lazy smile of his. The fact that he was stark naked at the time, and his cock had practically winked at her had not helped one iota to keep her ranting, and she had quickly run out of steam.
"Finished, baby?" he'd asked, and she'd stomped her foot in frustration. "For the record, I would never assume to run your life for you. You’re a strong, independent, intelligent woman, and that's one of the things I love the most about you. That's point one."
He'd raised one finger into the air and then added another.
"Two. You're starting to show. Soon it will be obvious to everyone that you are pregnant, so in effect you're already wearing that I slept with the boss, sign."
He'd pointedly looked at her tummy, and she'd had to concede he had a valid point.
"Three. You are mine, and I will shout that fact from the rooftops and I don’t care who knows. If I thought for one minute you'd say yes I'd be on my knees asking you to marry me, and dragging you off to the nearest registry office to make that happen. I realize that you'll probably think it's too soon for that."
Emmi's legs had given way at that point, and she'd sun
k onto the bed with an inelegant thump that had made him smile. There had been nothing soft in the penetrating gaze with which he'd held her attention, however. He'd meant every word he'd said, and any objections Emmi might have made had melted away like the dew on a summer's morning. Contrary to his assumptions, she'd marry him in an instant, and the mere thought had filled her with so much happiness she hadn't been able to stop grinning.
"Four. You're excellent at your job, and I would never stand in the way of that, but people will start asking difficult questions about your pregnancy and the rate it's progressing so fast. Especially, considering where you work. There are plenty of people who wish shifters harm, so I want to keep you close. Carrying my baby makes you somewhat of a target, and you are both far too important to me."
He'd raised his hands to forestall the objections she'd been about to utter, and continued.
"Your skills will prove invaluable in the research we're doing at the council to combat the lowering fertility rates. I'm not talking about the mating project. I don't want you anywhere near that, but there is a separate division I've set up, which looks into possible environmental reasons, the conditions on which successful pregnancies occur and how we can foster that. You have a job there if you want it, for as long as you need it, or you can choose not to get involved. I'll support your decision either way."
Emmi hadn’t thought it possible to love him more than she did, but that moment had shown her that she could.
"I haven't decided what I want to do, yet, Cole. I might want to just stay home and take care of the baby, for the first two or three years anyway."
His harsh features had lit up at her whispered, almost apologetic reply, and he'd pulled her on his lap and kissed her nose.
"Like I said, whatever you want to do is fine by me. I just want you to be happy, sugar."
He'd then proceeded to make love to her in the sweetest, most gentle way, as he'd worshipped her body with his lips, teeth, and claws. By the end of that incredible session there wasn't a part of her he hadn't branded with his mark of possession.
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