He turned to his side to face me, deepening the kiss running his hand over my hip and down to the curve of my ass. After a few promising squeezes his fingers slipped between my cheeks. I was already slick. Just sucking on him had almost been enough to make me cum. Maybe that was all the pregnancy hormonesfloating around my body. Maybe it was because our mateship was so new or maybe he was just that fucking delicious when his dick throbbed against my tongue.
His nimble fingers teased my slick hole before sliding inside and rocking back out. I pressed back against his hand, wanting – needing more. Everything inside me buzzed and burnt for him even as his fingers woke up my sleeping nerve endings. I let my brain blank out everything else and took ahold of my dick. Wess watched my fist slide over it again and again until his dick stood back up too. Then in a blur of motion I was on my back, knees up by my chest.
“So much for him thinking we’re fragile,”my bear teased inside my thoughts as a squeak of surprised escape my lips.
Wess kissed away the squeak, sweeping his tongue around my mouth as his fingers found my slick hole again. The smell of joint arousal filled the bedroom and sank into all the nooks and crannies, marking our territory again. His fingers sank into me over and over until they were coated in my slickness. I licked my lips as he ran those same fingers over his once again throbbing cock, lubricating himself before pressing his thick mushroom-shaped head against my opening. Little happy sparks shot off inside my head as the familiar pressure of his cock opened my body and slid inside, making room for itself.
I pulled him close, needing his body against me to chase away all the bullshit of the day. My heart thrummed fast and hard, burning through the anxiety and adrenaline that built up from all the danger and chaos. Both women still roamed free, but they hadn’t won. We were still here! We were still alive! More than that – I was pregnant! We were already growing another life, and they were still out there being hateful assholes.And now we used all that pent up energy to grind out our emotions between our bodies.
Wess sank deep into me, and I wrapped my limbs around him so that he had to stay close. We kissed again, slower this time as we found the familiar rhythm between our bodies. I nibbled on his lower lip, sucking it into my mouth and reveling in the coppery tang that flavored the kiss. He growled against my lips and sank into me hard and fast. I squeaked against his mouth, the noise morphing into a moan as he withdrew slowly, brushing against every last nerve ending inside my omegahole. My nails dug into his back and our breaths came in heavy pants between kisses as we ground our way toward our mutual bliss. Pleasure spiraled over my body until I couldn’t think of anything else except all the sensations passing back and forth over our mating link. Everything inside me drew up close, tight, and heavy but Wess didn’t relent. Bracing himself up on his hands, his thrusts came harder and faster, morphing my brain into a puddle of goo that only wanted more – only needed more.
With one hand, he reached between our bodies and took hold of my dick. He fisted along me in sync with his rocking thrusts sinking deep into me. I bit my lips and then growled, holding back the bearish roar that longed to escape my throat.
“Either put your hand over your mouth or I’ll have to stop stroking, mate,” he said and I bit my fist until I tasted my own coppery blood. The little stings were worth it as he pounded into me, taking away the stress of the day and replacing it with wave after wave of sensations that my brain could barely wrap itself around.
“Close!”I growled over our mating link even if I didn’t need to.“So close! Fuck! Harder!”
I didn’t have to ask Wess twice. His hand disappeared from my dick and reappeared braced next to my head. He met my gaze and let go of himself, thrusting with abandon into me, giving me hard, long strokes until a little line of blood ran down one of my knuckles and my hard dick twitched between our bodies. I came hard, growling against my fist. Wess’s thrusts didn’t slow down. He kept at it until his dick twitched inside me. Every little move he made drew out my orgasm and rattled my brains just a little bit more. He shook again inside and thrust once, twice, three more times before coating my insides with the proof of his pleasure. My bear made a mumbled joke about how this was how we ended up pregnant in the first place, but I was too breathless to laugh. Wess kissed me over and over as our bodies continued their grind until not another drop of pleasure could be milked from either of us.
We fell into a tangle of limbs, and I thought about dozing off. Only, we couldn’t bring in the baby until we showered and changed the sheets.
“You shower first. I’ll do the laundry part. Then you can get the baby while I shower. Unless you want to do it the other way around,” Wess said and stole a kiss,already slipping out of bed.
“Put some pants on before you take the laundry out, huh? We’re not shy bears, but Mori doesn’t need to see where my babies come from now,” I managed a sleepy laugh.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Wess
Nightshade Bear Territory
The next morning, I beat Preston up and found Baby Andy awake between us, sucking his thumb. He grinned when he realized I was awake and wiggled his way onto my chest. He rested his head there and drifted back off for a bit. When I really concentrated, I could pick him up on our family link. He was only sort of hungry but needed a diaper change. I was cozy and didn’t particularly want to get out of bed, but the alternative was waking up Preston to do it and that was out of the question. I hadn’t changed a diaper before but had enough knowledge from our claiming vows that I could figure it out. Besides, we were going to have a second baby soon and that meant twice as many diapers. No way was I leaving my mate to change all of those on his own. That would just be evil not to mention lazy.
After getting him all cleaned up and changed into a cute little footsy one-piece outfit thingy with a white and blue snowflake pattern we headed into the kitchen. I thought about seeing if Colton was in the Nightshade Directory that Preston downloaded on my phone but decided against it because Preston probably wanted to tell his family about the pregnancy himself.So, I couldn’t get the ball rolling on that and we still had a few hours before the drone delivery would arrive with all my stuff from the mountain.
So, I made breakfast while Baby Andy sat on the floor under the table chewing on a pillow. He wasn’t hungry just yet but his urge to chew was through the roof. So I let him get on with it. I could always sew the pillow up again. While the bacon fried I peeked in on Venal who was still an ice sculpture in the closet just the way we left him. He wasn’t having himself a merry little Yuletide season this year. I chuckled at my own joke as Mori walked into the kitchen with his eyes half shut and headed straight for the coffee pot. Then he put the kettle on too.
“Morning and all that stuff,” Mori grumbled and slid under the table with the baby once he had his coffee in hand.
Baby Andy shifted into his bear cub form and climbed on top of Mori’s lap. Mori smoothed down his fur while he drank his coffee. A few minutes later, Preston joined us, yawning and heading straight for the fridge. Mori’s eyes followed him and his brain lit up, remembering how much his twin ate when he was pregnant before.
“Eat you if you don’t stop remembering it wrong,” Preston grumbled, taking a bite of peanut butter fudge. “I was not that fat!”
“Yeah, you were but look at this big head you grew,” he said, nodding at the baby.
Thankfully, breakfast was done. So, I was able to stop the bickering match that was about to go down. More than ever my one job in the whole universe was keeping my mate calm. Pregnant people needed to relax and stay calm and not stress outor be pissed off. He could eat peanut butter fudge for every meal and weigh more than an alpha elephant for all I cared as long as he was relaxed and happy.
“Are you going to bite Colton?” Mori asked while we ate.
Baby Andy sat on Preston’s lap but I’d made him his own egg to experiment with. He dipped his fist into the yoke and then tried to pinch the edge of the egg. He managed to get a bite into his mouth and I couldn’t help but to grin. If it were later in the day I might’ve cheered.
“He’s talking to you,” Preston grunted.
“Me? Why would I bite Colton?” I blinked.
“You might not be pregnant. Might be stress eating. He doesn’t want to bite the midwife,” Mori said.
“Huh? Is this some tradition I don’t know? Is Colton going to come here expecting me to bite him?” I asked.
