Not because of his Prime—because he was just always that damned good with his tongue.
Peyton
The least he could do after what she’d been through was to make sure he left her barely able to walk from pleasuring her.
And while he might be a fuckup in other areas of his life, at least he knew, in this way, he was good.
They’d spent countless hours together in those early days, when she wasn’t studying or in class, learning each other’s bodies, loving each other.
She’d healed his heart in a way he never believed possible after the murder of his parents, and then trying to run the pack and take care of Dewi.
He couldn’t have asked for a better mate.
Finally, after the third orgasm, he let her pull him up and he easily slid inside her.
Holding still, he kissed her, savoring this, and her. No telling how long it might be until he came back.
He refused to think the word “if.”
As in, “if” he came back.
Their survival was at stake, and he was done being a modern Pack Alpha, trying to get along and make deals.
It was time to show teeth and rip open bellies, and that’s what he’d do. And he’d happily leave bodies in his wake if it meant ending this existential threat to them for good.
“Fuck me, Peyton. I want to feel it for a week.”
Growling, he pulled out, flipped her over, and plunged into her. “Then you’d better shift, mate.”
They both did, and she let out a satisfied howl as he started pounding her. They rarely got to fuck like this, because it was rare they could both get away long enough to the woods to do it without worrying about being disturbed. And they’d tried fucking shifted inside a few times, but neither of them could explain why it felt…weird.
It only felt right fucking like this outside, deep in the forest, with no one to interrupt them. With only the stars above to watch them.
And when his knot started forming, he hooked his front legs around her waist and refused to let go, driving himself deep inside her. “That what you needed, mate?”
“Fuck yes!”
And when he started coming, he threw back his head and howled, the joy, the pleasure threatening to rip him apart from the inside out if he didn’t. She joined him, and they finally collapsed on their sides, panting, waiting.
It was nearly thirty minutes later when they were snuggled again in the pine needles, arms and legs wrapped around each other, that he realized something.
That despite how recently she gave birth…
“Um, honey?”
“Yes,” she said, but it wasn’t a question. “I am.”
He blinked, stunned. “You…knew?”
“I hoped. I wasn’t sure, since it’s been so soon.” She tipped her head back, but her sweetly sated smile vanished. “I waited long enough for pups. What if I never see you again?” She cupped his cheek. “FYI, Dewi is, too.”
“Is what?”
“Pregnant.”
He sat up. “Holy shit! I’ve only been gone two weeks, what the hell? Ken literally just got back!”
She sat up with him. “She doesn’t know I know,” she told him. “But she was definitely glowing when I dropped the baby off with her and Ken. And he looked like he could take on the world single-handedly. If she’s not, then my senses are totally fucked up.”
