“Mmhm.” I squeak in surprise.
“Do you wanna do that?”
“Yes, but—”
I don’t even get to protest. Jasper lopes with wolf-like grace, carrying me to his bedroom and snuggling into his massive bed with me, mouth on mine. “You can always tell me no. And that this isn’t the time.”
“It’s time forsomething. I just don’t know what.”
“A million kisses?”
“I’d like that.”
“Make sure you’re counting,” he teases, and starts to shed his shirt, ripping buttons, revealing a broad chest with a tapering of hair that spreads over muscles and leads the way to a bulge in his pants that’s huge.
Well. Maybe that’s good. Matt complained I was a little looser. I’ve been trying to do pelvic floor exercises, but when you are always tired and feeling stressed, the motivation to work on your sex life is low. I give my inner muscles a hard squeeze now, and I feel the warmth and wetness inside start to flow.
Jasper moans. “I love that smell.”
“What smell?”
“You. In heat. My mate. You know that wolves know their mates when they meet them?”
I shake my head. Heat? Mate? The terms are raw and sharp, primal and passionate. That’s not me. Not Jasper. At least, not the parts the rest of the world gets to see.
“They do. I knew— I knew from the second I saw you, but I wasn’t going to tell you. I didn’t think you’d like that. Like I didn’t pick you, or you didn’t pick me.”
I slowly unzip my velour top—navy this time—and think about what he said. “Why do you know?”
“I don’t know. Something in the magic. The way the moon pulls us to itself? Maybe it pulls us to others? Wolves mate for life. Maybe there is something in that?”
For life.
“Once they find each other... Do they live happily ever after?”
Jasper nods, shirtless form over mine. He doesn’t wince at the serviceable cotton nursing bra that arrived in the mail today, or the way my belly hangs with wrinkles, not smooth and taut like it used to be.
“So beautiful. Most beautiful.”
“You don’t have to say that.”
“It’s true. And... And I don’t want to scare you off, but if you think I will be able to keep my hands off of you when you’re carrying our kids, when you’re nursing them, feeding them, giving them life and health... You’re mistaken. That’s the epitome of sexiness to a wolf. This wolf, anyway. To this mild-mannered reporter, too,” he winks.
He thinks I’m beautiful. There’s not even a trace of derision on his face as he buries his lips against my collarbone, kissing his way to my soft breasts. He inhales and sighs. “I smell that heat. That you want me. Doesn’t mean we have to tonight, I just like knowing you want to, someday. That you like this,” he rumbles against my skin.
All of my body is overheating in the best possible way. Jasper’s mouth moves to my breast, and I help him slide the strap down. He kisses around each tight peak, tongue flicking me, making me moan. When his mouth closes over to suck on my overfilled breasts, I don’t have time to give a warning before milk flows.
It feels so good. The tension and relief, the way he moans and his hips buck against me. His hand comes to cup my pussy through my pants, and I guide him under the waistband.
“Will Ari have enough?” he whispers before switching to the other side.
“Yes.” I nod, throat tight in pleasure.
His hands find my sensitive nub right away, just because of the sheer size of him. Cupping and smoothing, working everyneglected spot while milk flows and the arc from my core to my nipples activates, making me cry out. “No one has ever done this,” I whimper, clutching his head to me.
“Good. I want to be your first. No one has ever taken my knot, either.”
“Knot?”
