We sat for an hour with him telling me the stages of his discovery, and I said very little. He’d run away from me because I mated him but he’d kept his identity secret from me and everyone at Sombertooth.
“Jack discovered who I was when I cleaned my ring.”
I’d had little to do with humans other than when I was in elementary school. I had nothing against them, but it inserted my very human mate into my shifter family and made him an outsider. That made me sad because there were some aspects of my life I could never share with him.
“You’re angry.”
I patted his hand. “No. I’m just experiencing a lot of emotions.” But there was too much distance between us, and I pulled my pregnant mate onto my lap. “I love you and always will, but our future will look a little different than I imagined.”
“Good or bad different?” His voice wavered, and I refused to let him think he was less than. “Much better, more colorful, more fun, and just a lot of more.”
But my wolf was niggling at me to shift. Not because he was disappointed but because like me, we had to recalibrate our thinking.
I made Rawling some tea and covered him with a throw, and taking his godfather’s car, I drove a short way to a wooded area and allowed my beast his fur. He wasn’t interested in hunting but trotted through the trees and asked questions.
Will you be disappointed if the baby is human?
No. But based on his scent when he removed the ring, I suspected our child was a wolf shifter.
I was more concerned with the lie. How did we approach this when we returned to Sombertooth? Telling the truth would get Rawling kicked out, and it would have repercussions on Jackbecause she’d kept his secret. But by hiding it, what did that say about my attitude to my mate? That I was ashamed of him?
I didn’t have any answers other than I adored my mate and our baby. That had to be enough for now.
“I’m back.”
“Not having second thoughts, are you?”
“Never.” I pulled him into my arms, hating that he doubted me. “I’m yours for always.”
“Good.” He yanked down his sweatpants, and gods, he was hard.
“I need a blow job, please.”
The word“please” almost undid me.Rawling was begging for my mouth on him. His cheeks were flushed, and I studied his heaving chest as he took shallow breaths.
“Gods, yes.” I climbed on the sofa and fell between his legs.
He was so beautiful like this, sprawled on the couch with his sweatpants pooled at his ankles. I ran my hands up his legs, enjoying his muscles tensing beneath my palms.
“Please,” he repeated.
I leaned in and breathed in his unique scent which had become more intense with pregnancy. I thanked the universe he’d forgiven me, or was on the way to doing it, and had let me back into his life.
“I’ve got you.”
Dipping my head, I ran my tongue along his shaft ever so slowly. He tasted as good as he scented. Rawling shrieked and grabbed a cushion with one hand as he lifted his hips and pleaded with me to swallow his cock. His other hand went to his hair and he grabbed a fistful. He didn’t tug it, but it was as though it was anchoring him to the sofa.
I shoved my tongue in the slit and collected a drop of pre-cum as my mate shivered and goosebumps sprawled over his skin.
“More, for gods’ sake give me more.” He pressed the cushion to his chest
I wrapped my hand around the base of his length and dragged it to the tip.
“That feels so good.”
Sliding my hand in the opposite direction, I paused and listened to Rawling’s shuddery breathing. Sticking out my tongue, I licked the tip of his cock and wrapped my lips around it.
“Gods, yes. More of that.”
