Crush sighed. “You have absolute power over my cock. Do you know how dangerous that is?”
“I also know how to use guns. Isn’t that worse?”
Crush’s grin was all sharp teeth. “That just makes you hot.”
He flipped the steak over, so more sizzling filled the air. Killian drooled. The meat in the pan looked beautifully seared, but what he wanted was red meat. “Take it off the heat,” Killian said. “I want it raw.”
“Mmm. Fuck.” Crush turned off the burner. He hooked his claws into the steak and transferred it to a plate, then laid Killian chest-down on the counter. “Don’t move.”
To Killian’s surprise, the plate landed on his back. Crush began to shred the meat with his claws.
“Easier than a knife, to be honest,” the alpha said. He placed the plate in front of Killian; Killian propped himself up on his elbows, popping a piece into his mouth.
It was slightly bloody, soft and squishy. Killian’s instincts purred. He moaned a little.
“Yeah, keep making those sounds,” Crush growled. He began to grind his knot into Killian’s ass, rubbing it against Killian’s prostate.
“Let me eat!” Killian protested.
Crush paused, his breathing heavier now. “Eat,” he rumbled, his voice more animal than man.
Killian stuffed his face with the steak, chewing and moaning. The entire time, Crush panted, his cock jerking in Killian’s body.
“Fuck, your fucking sounds,” Crush hissed.
Killian ate his steak more slowly, just to hear Crush’s breath shuddering out.
When he finally stopped, Crush pushed the plate out of reach. Then he rolled his hips, shoving his knot roughly against Killian’s prostate. He worked Killian over until Killian came, screaming and scrabbling at the counter. Killian lost track of the number of times he came. He only knew when Crush roared, shooting a second load into him.
“You’re not in heat anymore,” Crush panted. “But I want to breed you anyway. Want to keep breeding you, keep you on my knot forever.”
“That sounds so good,” Killian whimpered.
Crush stuffed the half-eaten steak back into the fridge, and carried Killian back to bed.
“You’re furry,”Crush said a few days later, as they watched Naddie scamper through her piles of new toys.
“I am?” Killian looked down at his naked body. A thin layer of fuzz covered his chest, similar to that on Crush’s skin. Killian squeaked, turning his arms over and twisting his hips. Even his ass was fuzzy! “I’m a furry!”
Crush laughed and buried his face in Killian’s neck, huffing. “You know what all this means, right?”
“What?”
“You’re pregnant with wolf pups.”
Killian blushed. They had known for sure, after his heat vanished. More so when his steak cravings extended into multiple mealtimes. “I wasn’t craving raw steaks when I was pregnant with Naddie.”
“Coyotes are opportunistic omnivores. They eat whatever’s available, including plants and berries. I suspect that you might’ve eaten more eggs, maybe some chicken or deli meat when you were pregnant with her. But you needed more veggies too.”
“You’re right, actually.” Killian crouched and scooped Naddie into his arms. Naddie wagged her little fluffy tail, yipping. Crush grinned at her over Killian’s shoulder.
“She’s so amazing,” Crush murmured. “So bright and cheerful. I want to keep her safe, keep her smiling like that.”
Killian swallowed hard, his heart stuttering. “Do you, um. Would you... like to be her dad too?”
Crush froze. His eyes grew round, and he turned slowly to stare at Killian. Killian didn’t think the alpha was even breathing. “Are you sure, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” Killian said. “You’ve cared about her ever since we met. You bought her clothes and toys, and you’ve put both of us on your health insurance.”
