Tagging Her Lynx (Alaska Lynx Clan)

by Abby Wood

  "It smells pretty rancid in here." The other man waved his clipboard in the air.

  She shook her head and unzipped her coat without removing the hand over her mouth. She patted the lump under her shirt. Come on! Help a pregnant woman.

  "She's pregnant, boss." The younger man put his arm around her and guided her toward the door. "I'll walk you out, lady."

  His boss didn't move. This wasn't going to work. She needed them both out of the room. Now.

  "Oh no." She stopped, gagged again, and sank down to her knees. "I…I feel…" She swayed. "The room's spinning."

  "Hey boss, give me a hand. She's about ready to keel over." The man helped her back up, and the older man took her other arm.

  They led her to a chair in the main room, sat her down, and stood staring at her. Her ears strained to hear every sound coming from the other side of the building. A definite click came from a closing door.

  "We're out. You're going to have to meet me at the plane. I've got to get him out of sight before anyone sees me carrying a cat around."

  "Whew." She ran her hands through her hair. "I'm sorry." She lifted the corner of her mouth. "Certain smells hit me wrong at odd times. Last night it was the smell of raw hamburger meat for the tacos I made." She breathed in deeply through her nose and blew out from her mouth. "Can you tell the officer in charge that Chloe from the refuge is going to go back home? I'll wait to get a report on the animals that were stolen from me." She shook her head. "Ugh. I can't wait for this baby to come and for life to get back to normal." She swallowed. "I'm going to step outside. The fresh air always helps when I start to feel nauseated."

  She stood up and moved toward the door. Outside she raised her hood and crossed the street, ignoring the officers mingling on the sidewalk. Happy that they didn't give her a second glance or question what she was doing, she hurried away from the lab.

  "Hold on, Granger. I'm coming."

  Chapter Fifteen

  The light from the hallway cast a glow over Granger's features. The feathered sweep of his black eyelashes lay against his prominent cheekbones, which seemed more pronounced than usual. Chloe squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears. She'd cried over him for days.

  The front of her T-shirt moved, and she gazed down at the size of the growing baby. A smile replaced the tears. She never imagined she'd get this big with her pregnancy.

  Another hand covered hers, and she lifted her head. Granger rolled over onto his side, lowered his head, and kissed the bare skin peeking out below her shirt.

  "How long have you been awake?" He pulled himself closer and wrapped both her and their unborn baby in his arms.

  She mewed. "A little while."

  "Why didn't you wake me up?" He kissed the curve of her neck.

  Her hand found his hard cock beneath the blankets. "You need your rest. It took too many days for you to come out of your drug-fed coma." She sighed and stroked the length of him. "How are you feeling today?"

  "Mm…" He raised her shirt, and his eyes widened. "Great." He lifted and kneaded the larger-size breasts that pregnancy brought her. "Your body is changing. I've missed so much."

  "You're here now. That is all that matters." She squirmed.

  She wanted to mate with him. Practicing her self-control for days, she waited for him to show signs that he had enough energy and stamina to enjoy coming together with her. She missed connecting with him in that special way.

  "Granger?"

  "Mm?" He suckled her nipple.

  "Fuck me."

  His head lifted from her breast. "Are you sure?"

  She nodded. "Just help me get up so I can get on my hands and knees."

  Granger pulled her hands and helped her sit up. She laughed. No longer plagued with sickness, she now had to adjust to the enormous bulge at the front of her.

  Standing up, she peeled her clothes off. His hands roamed her body, learning the new hills and valleys. Her breasts were now almost double in size, and her hips seemed more womanly instead of narrow. She hoped he still found her sexy.

  Chloe bent over, leaned her forearms on the bed, and widened her legs. Granger moved behind her and spanned his hands around her hips. His cock bumped into her pussy, and she shivered.

  "God, from this view I can't even tell you're pregnant. Your waist goes inward, and your tight little heart-shaped ass looks so pretty." His hands wandered to the front of her body, down her stomach, and between her legs.

  He teased her clit, drawing light circles and caressing the length of her folds. The scent of her arousal intensified and Granger groaned.

  "I can't wait." He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance.

  She trilled. "Yes."

  "It's been too long." Slowly he pressed forward, taking care not to bring her discomfort. "That feels so… God, that's good. Tight. Hot."

  She rocked back and forth, wanting more. Needing to feel proof that Granger, her life mate, possessed her body, she urged him to give her more. His fingers stimulated her nub. She moaned and rose up to balance herself on her hands. Her fingers dug into the blankets, bracing her to receive all of him.

  "Faster." She pushed back to meet each thrust.

  His ball sac swayed and playfully slapped at the sensitive skin. The length of his cock stroked her insides. The added weight of her breasts made them swing back and forth. Her nipples dragged across the fabric of the blanket, tantalizing her more.

  "Oh. Oh." She threw back her head, and her hair trailed down her back.

  Granger removed his hand from between her wet thighs and grabbed a fistful of hair. Pulling her back, he rode her with quick, shallow strokes, limiting her movements. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth. Her orgasm exploded deep within her.

  Her pussy convulsed around him, and Granger thrust a couple more times. Holding himself deep inside her pussy, he shot his load into the deep recesses of her body, marking her as his.

  "I love you, Aningan."

  "I love you too."

  ***

  "This isn't fair, you guys!" Chloe stomped her boot.

  All the members of the Lynx clan stood in their animal form at the edge of the lake. The week had turned unusually warm despite winter not quite yet being over. A few hours of above-freezing temperatures, and everyone came outside to purge their cabin fever.

  "Do you want to go back to the cabin?" Granger rubbed against the old snow pants that she now needed to wear to keep her and the baby warm. "I'll go back with you."

  "No." She blew through her lips, making them flutter. "I'd just like to join in the race with you. It's a day for celebrating. The charges came back in our favor, and the hunters have received their sentences. All the animals have been returned to the wild. Spring is right around the corner." She tugged at her coat. "I feel so fat and uncomfortable."

  "You're beautiful," he said.

  She stuck her lower lip out. "And I'm making a fool of myself for pouting, I know."

  She could hear Granger's laugh in her head. "Soon you'll join us, Aningan. Be patient."

  She folded her arms over her large stomach and clasped her gloved hands. If anyone needed to get out and run, it was her.

  "Okay, line up. We're going to run out to that birch tree, circle it, run to my plane, follow the line of the lake, and return to Chloe. She'll announce the winner and tell you what your prize is." Granger joined the cats at the start-up line. "Your call. Whenever you're ready, say go."

  Her arms fell to her sides. She heaved a big breath. "On your mark." She inhaled. "Get set." Her eyebrows rose, and she paused. "Go!"

  The wonderful sight of all the cats springing forth atop the crisp white canvas literally took her breath away. She trudged forward to keep them in view. Laughing at the way some of the younger ones leaped into the path of the more die-hard competitors, causing them to fall back in line, entertained her.

  Granger's silver-haired lynx sprinted ahead of the group. Her lips curled upward. He was the most beautiful cat of them all, and she k
new he'd win the race.

  "Keep going. You're kicking all their asses," she said.

  "Did you doubt me?" He chuckled. "Have I not shown you how much stamina is inside this body?"

  She shook her head and laughed. "Yes! And it drives me crazy."

  "What're you going to give the winner?"

  Despite the cold, a wave of warmth spread up her neck to her cheeks. She'd already planned a night he'd never forget. Placing her hand above her eyes, she peered in the distance. Good, he still had the lead. If someone else won the race, she'd have to think fast and come up with a different prize.

  "Well, if you win—"

  "I will."

  "Fine." She giggled. "When you win, I'm going to lay you down on the bed…"

  He growled.

  "Run my hands over your chest." She held her hands behind her, bent her knees, and let her bottom plop down in the deep mound of snow. "Maybe tease your nipples with my little fingernail."

  His breath came louder. "And?"

  "I'll circle your cock with my fingers and lower my lips."

  "Jesus…"

  She rubbed her back. "My tongue will come out and lick the delicious bead of come at the end."

  "What else?"

  "Then, I'll…" She flinched and sat up straighter. "I'll run my tongue around the rim, making your cock nice and wet before I take you in my mouth."

  "You're making it awful hard to run, Aningan."

  Sitting in the snow wasn't the smartest decision. It forced her lower back into an awkward position, and she rocked to find a more comfortable spot. Groaning, she realized that without someone's help it was unlikely she'd be able to haul her oversize stomach off the ground.

  "Get ready to suck my cock." Granger chuckled. "I'm rounding the corner."

  Chloe arched her back at the wave of tightness that wrapped itself around her stomach. She groaned and held her breath. Okay, that discomfort wasn't from sitting in the snow. Her stomach relaxed, and she took a few deep breaths.

  A flash of gray ran in front of her, circled back, and flopped down in the snow at her side. She threaded her fingers through the thick fur and rubbed Granger's side. His body heaved from the strenuous exercise. The long winter days and the time he spent locked up in the lab had caught up with him. At least this summer they could run together.

  One after another, the other cats sprinted to the finish line. Granger sat up, and she giggled. He was too macho to have the Lynx view their alpha sucking wind after the race.

  He waited for everyone to gather in front of them and turned to Chloe. Sticking his front legs out, he lowered his head and bowed. She rolled her eyes. Show off!

  She cleared her throat. "The winner of the race is…" She groaned and arched her back. "Is…" She groaned louder.

  "What's wrong?" Granger licked her hand.

  "I think the baby is coming." She held on to her stomach and rubbed the pain away. "Maybe not. Oh, I don't know how this all works. I keep getting cramps, and my back feels funny."

  "Let's walk back to the cabin." He shifted, pulled her to her feet, and changed back into his lynx. "Better yet, stay here. I'm going to bring the plane over to this side of the lake, and I'll fly you back to the cabin."

  Another contraction hit, and she managed a nod. "Hurry."

  The time between climbing into the plane and Granger carrying her over the threshold of the cabin blurred. The pains came more often and were stronger. "Oh God, I'm not ready for this."

  "Yes you are. You're not alone. I'll stay with you the whole time." He laid her down on the bed and peeled, pulled, and tugged off the many layers of clothing covering her body.

  Out of breath, Gretchen entered the bedroom, walked over to the closet, and put on some of Granger's clothes. Rolling up her sleeves, she smiled at Chloe. Chloe bit down on her lip and arched her brow.

  "Tell me I can do this, Gretchen," she said through clenched teeth.

  "Of course you can. This is your baby, your kitten." She laid her hand on Chloe's stomach. "It won't be long. Lynx don't labor long hours like humans do."

  Chloe snorted. "Exactly how many babies have you delivered?"

  "Seven." Gretchen smiled. "It'll be a breeze."

  Chapter Sixteen

  Granger held his finger up to his lips, grabbed her hand, and backed her out of the bedroom to the living room. She cocked her head and frowned. He planned something. He'd acted mischievous and secretive all day.

  "What're—"

  He covered her mouth with his hand, grinned, and pointed to the corner of the living room. He'd piled a mound of blankets on the floor and set out a few candles. She laid her hand over her chest.

  They'd barely had an hour to themselves the last week, and this was the first time she was able to get all three babies down for a nap at the same time. Knowing he planned this special time just for them filled her with love. It was exactly what she needed to reconnect with him and feel like her old self.

  She followed him over to the makeshift bed. He stood her in front of it, smiled, and unbuttoned her blouse. She shivered despite the roaring fire in the fireplace. No. It was pleasure she felt from his attention.

  Once he stripped her naked, he helped her lie down on her stomach. The shift into her lynx after having the babies healed her insides and the damage giving birth to triplets did to her body. She'd wanted to make love right afterward, but between breastfeeding and lack of sleep, it never worked out.

  Granger sat on her thighs, and she wiggled her ass. His cock teased her butt, and she delighted in the rush of pleasure. A squirt of warm liquid and the feel of his magical hands on her back made her groan.

  He spread lotion over her whole back, working his way from her neck, down her spine, and over each butt cheek. She pushed her legs against his, wanting to open them up and give him access to her pussy. She swore the man could make her come in record time.

  His knees stayed rooted at her sides. The sweep of his large hands over her back, massaging her muscles, took her to a wonderful place with no worries and no feedings every two hours and slipped her into an aroused state.

  Granger's fingers trailed down to the top of the indentation above her buttocks. She squirmed. His tickling the spot sent titillating shocks through her body. He dipped lower and found her anus. Yes!

  With a gentle touch, he massaged the tight ring, relaxing her muscles. She heard the click of the cap on the lotion again, and he spread lube onto himself. He lay over her back, bracing his weight on his arms, and positioned his cock at her pussy. His mouth captured the side of her neck.

  "I was wondering if your lynx would like to come out and play, Aningan," he whispered into her ear.

  She mewled.

  He licked her earlobe. "Would your cat like me to fuck her pussy?"

  Her fingers dug into the blankets. Warmth spread through her lower body, and her pussy creamed. She wanted her mate.

  "I think after I play with your pussy, I'll shove my cock up your ass." He moved his head and nibbled the other side of her neck. "Is that what you want? Do you want me to take total control?"

  She snarled. "Yes!"

  Granger pushed himself back, pulled her hips up, and brought her up on her knees. His cock pushed at the entrance to her pussy. Coated with lube, he slid into the tight spot and groaned. She moved back and forth, hoping he'd hurry.

  His cat wasn't the only one who wanted to come out and play. She'd ignored her lynx for too long, and the cat wanted her way.

  His hands on her hips stilled her body, and he moved in, out, in, out in agonizing slowness. She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out.

  "Oh God. I'm going to come. Granger…"

  He pulled out and slid his cock up her wet slit to her anus. She moved backward, welcoming him in. Inching past the tight ring of muscle, he popped in and held still, letting her adjust to the fullness.

  "Reach down and touch your clit. I want you to come." He thrust all the way in. "Squeeze my cum out of my cock. Milk it all out."


  She slid her finger between the folds of her pussy and rubbed her clit. Closing her eyes, she luxuriated in the way he filled her and possessed her body. Her alpha, her mate.

  Her nub grew and throbbed beneath her finger. She rubbed along the side, teasing and titillating the sensitive nerves. The motion set her lower muscles pulsing, and her anus squeezed down on his cock.

  "Yeah, that's it. You want to come." He glided back and forth, deeper with each thrust. "Do it. Let it go. Take us both over the edge."

  Her breath came in little gasps. Her pussy throbbed, and as if knowing what she needed, Granger slipped his thumb into her cunt and pressed down on her G-spot. Her knees lifted off the blanket and she came, a glorious rush of delight flooding her body.

  Her lower muscles spasmed and caressed Granger's cock. He thrust balls-deep inside her ass and held himself tight against her back. His hips quivered through his release. He slowly moved back and forth, riding the pleasure out.

  Chloe lowered her body down to the blankets and purred. She turned her head and smiled over at Granger, who flopped down beside her. He'd found her, loved her, and given her a family.

  "That was… Wow," she whispered. "Thank you."

  He grinned. "Want to come here again? Maybe tomorrow, three o'clock?"

  Chloe leaned over and kissed his mouth. "I'll do this anytime you want." She rubbed her lips along his cheek, clear up to his ear.

  "Yeah," he whispered.

  She nipped his lobe. "Any way you want me."

  He held her to his chest, and she rested her head against his warm, musky skin. She smiled and closed her eyes. She belonged right here, beside her life mate. There was never any doubt. His heart beat at the same rhythm hers did.

  Biography

  Top Selling Erotic Romance Author, Abby Wood, pens stories of love that take you into the bedroom and straight to the heart. Whether it's the brooding cowboy who convinces the reluctant waitress to go home with him, or the older man who shows a young woman how much she can enjoy his protection, Abby's books will keep you reading right to the happily ever after.

  Writing under a pseudonym—because she blushes easily despite her wild imagination—Abby owns the small town, farm girl attitude that keeps her real.