“Oh, no,” I whispered wickedly, sitting back on my heels and settling him onto my lap, my cock still lodged deep inside him. “You can’t rest yet, baby.” I licked his shoulder and nipped at the spot where a traditional wolf shifter would wear their mating scar. “We’re just getting started.”
ChapterTwenty-Four
Ari
Roger was trying to kill me. Despite his claims that he simply craved me after our long separation, there was no doubt in my mind that he’d never forgiven me and was actually involved in a diabolical, sadistic plot to turn my desires against me and use them to torture me to death. I said as much and Roger’s only response was to snort in amusement.
“Death by dicking?” he suggested drolly, the hand wrapped around my erection never faltering in the slow, too-light strokes it was engaging in. “Fuckicide?”
I glared at him, or tried to – it was hard to tell if I succeeded when he’d already rendered me cross-eyed. “It’s not funny,” I tried to snap but it definitely came out as a whine. “You’re killing me.”
Roger’s eyes took on the devious glint that always meant the best kind of trouble. “Oh, I don’t know about that,” he commented, his tone much too casual to be sincere. “You don’t smell like you’re dying.” He drew in a deep breath and the cock bobbing inches from my face jerked and hardened further in front of my eyes. “In fact, you smell fucking amazing.”
Roger licked his lips, showing me the tiny flash of fangs that I knew meant his control was on the fence. I shivered and his cock jumped again. “Please..” I couldn’t have even said what I was begging for as I shivered under his predatory gaze. “Oh, God, Roger!” I gasped when he leaned down to rub his tongue over my lips. It was thick and rough and not at all human and my channel began to throb at what that could mean.
It seemed that werewolves -some, anyway- could control how far they shifted and even which parts of their anatomy; a lesson I learned the week before when Roger had returned from a mission and then proceeded to introduce me to the pleasures of being rimmed by a werewolf. He’d feasted on me like a starving beast, driving orgasm after orgasm from me until I’d quite literally collapsed from exhaustion.
Then, he’d roused me just long enough to whisper a plea that had me barely managing to roll to my side so he could slide into my boneless body. I reveled in his touch, smiling as he took his pleasure so gently that it barely seemed possible after the heights of passion he’d driven me to, kissing my sweaty neck and lovingly stroking my pregnant belly.
“Yes, baby?” Roger crooned, slipping his tongue in to tease mine and bringing me back to the moment. “I thought you were dead?” His long fingers slid down to probe between my butt cheeks too lightly to be more than a tease. “You know how sexy I think consent is,” he murmured against my lips. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do, baby.”
I would have laughed at his blatant manipulation to get me to talk dirty, but I was too far gone. “Your tongue..” I managed to get out before he licked my lips again. “Lick me…” I shoved weakly at his head, trying to push it lower. “Down..”
Roger chuckled and humored me, kissing my lips one last time and then beginning a long, winding path down my body until he reached his destination and plunged that wicked, wicked tongue into me without even a warning lick. I screamed and clasped my thighs around his head, too far gone to worry about the very real danger of me suffocating him with my pregnant bulk. As it was, I came too fast for the lack of oxygen to present any real threat to my partner. After only a few presses of that evil tongue against my happy spot, my body had squeezed out one last, nearly-dry orgasm that pulsed through my body, my inner muscles clamping down on the intruding tongue until Roger groaned against my skin. When he finally pulled free, he drew up to kneel over me, one hand already gripping the base of his member with what looked like brutal force.
Roger was staring down into my face, breathing hard, his muscular butt brushing my limp member as he thrust up into his fist once, twice. The third stroke tearing a growl from Roger’s throat as spurt after spurt of hot seed pumped out to spray over my chest and belly as he stared down at me with a near-feral intensity that should have been frightening, but instead made me feel cherished.
Roger dropped his softening penis but held his position kneeling over me, his glittering eyes traveling down to my rounded stomach striped in his cum and his breath seemed to catch in his throat.
“Roger?” I called his name softly, squeezing the hard thighs my palms rested on. “Are you okay?”
He pulled his eyes back up and nodded slowly, laying his hands over mine. “I don’t know how to tell you how beautiful you are pregnant, naked, and covered in my cum,” Roger said slowly. “I know it’s barbaric, but I’ve never seen anything more erotic.”
Maybe it would have sounded barbaric to someone else, to someone who didn’t struggle to believe that the man who had accidentally knocked them up really wanted them, but that wasn’t me. To me, it was music to my ears.
I ran my hands up his thighs and along his hips, looping my arms behind his waist and tugging lightly. Roger took my hint and stretched over me, supporting most of his weight on his elbows so as not to crush my belly.
“When do you leave?” Roger hadn’t told me that he’d been called in again, but the desperation with which he was attending to my needs -aka screwing me senseless - had me pretty sure.
“A few hours,” Roger said, confirming my hunch. “I was coming in to tell you when I got distracted.” Roger dropped his face into the crook of my neck, licking and kissing his favorite spot.
“How long?”
“Three days,” he muttered into my neck. “Maybe less.”
“You’ll be careful?”
Most people would have laughed or assured me that they werealwayscareful, but during the hours that Roger and I had talked to clear the air, he’d admitted that he’d taken unnecessary risks during our estrangement, so he didn’t insult me by pretending that I was overreacting.
“I will, Ari,” he said simply. “I’ll do anything I can to be sure I come home to you.” He paused and I knew what he was going to say, so I pre-empted it.
“I know where the papers are,” I reminded him. “And everything else I need to know.” I pressed a kiss to his lips, knowing that he worried about what would happen to me and the baby if he didn’t come home. “We’ll be taken care of, but youarecoming home to us.”
“Damn right I am, baby,” Roger agreed, kissing me back. “Nothing is ever taking me away from you again. This is our happily ever after, right here and now, forever.”
I murmured my agreement as he cuddled me closer and closed my eyes. Two days later, it turned out we’d only been half right.
Chapter Twenty-Five
