He kissed me more suggestively, "I'm glad you said that."
"Why?"
"I've been waiting to be alone with you."
"Is that so?"
"Mhm," he mumbled as he trailed his lips along my jaw, just a brush, a promise of what was to come later.
This man managed to drive me crazy in the best and worst ways possible. Only Titus could tell me he was going to take on a coven then make me agree with it and sleep with him. My weakness for him knew no bounds. Only he could make sex feel new every time even though we had been together countless times in the last five years.
"Christian," I said as I ran my hand over his hair.
He tucked himself further into me an curled his legs. Both Titus and Christian hated to be woken up.
"Christian, do you want to go on a patrol?" Titus asked.
Instantly, Christian was wide awake and off my lap. Nothing could make him forget me quicker than the chance to prove himself to his father.
"Where?" He asked excitedly.
"It's just a small one in town but I think this would be a good start," Titus said.
"Really?!"
"Come on. You're going with Brent."
"Bye, Mom!" Christian said as he started to take off.
"Hey!" I called after him. He turned around and ran back.
"Make sure you listen to Brent and if anything happens, I want you to come right back here."
"Promise I'll listen to Brent," he said. I could tell he was eager to go so I kissed his cheek and he ran off.
I wished I could go with him but it wasn't customary for the parents to accompany their child's first patrol. A patrol was an opportunity for the child to establish themselves away from the parents. Abiding by the tradition didn't mean I agreed with it.
"I'll be right back," Titus said.
"I'll meet you upstairs."
He smirked, "Even better."
I hopped up and walked in front of him on purpose. I wanted him to watch the sway of my hips, to imagine what would be waiting for him upstairs. I heard a low, possessive, growl and tossed him a playful look over my shoulder as he went the opposite direction but never took his eyes off of me.
I hadn't realized how badly I wanted him until he was just out of reach. We hadn't had sex since before Andre took me and that was unacceptable. Everything had been so tense and stressful with Christian not sleeping and not letting us sleep and we still went to work every day. We should have taken time off work to just be together as a family but hindsight is always twenty-twenty. Maybe I could ask Anne to take over for a few weeks so I could spend some time with Christian before Titus and I left.
Before I could even make it to the end of the hall towards our portion of the mansion, Titus was right behind me. He pinched my butt, causing me to squeak a little. He laughed at my jump but I turned to glare playfully at him. Of course he used that to his advantage and pulled me flush against his body, crashing his lips to mine. I loved the feel of his soft, firm lips against mine. He had this way of making everything so toe-curling passionate, I could never tire of him.
"Beta?" A young girl's voice came from behind Titus.
He growled in frustration but looked over his shoulder at the girl.
"What," he demanded.
I lightly poked his chest, successfully pulling his attention back to me.
"Be nice," I scolded.
He rolled his eyes but didn't apologize to the girl.
"Alpha needs you in the library," she said timidly.
"Thanks," he muttered.
She scurried away and I secured my arms around his neck again, pulling myself to his lips.
"Go. I'll see you soon."
"Better be waiting for me in that bed," he responded with a kiss.
I laughed lightly, "Whatever you say, Titus."
********
Christian entered the seating area in our section of the pack house and flopped down next to me.
"How was your first patrol?" I asked as I set my textbook down.
"Boring. Brent didn't let me do anything," he complained.
I laughed lightly, "That was the point."
"But Dad got to. I'm big enough now."
"Dad didn't have to deal with hostile territories. Maybe in a couple years when everything settles down you can do more."
I could tell he didn't like that answer but it was the only one he was getting. I couldn't deny how relieved I was that his first patrol was boring. He was only five so I didn't want anything too exciting to happen. Usually, patrols were very quiet though. Of course, except for when Zac found Rachel.
"Momma can I invite Kyle over?"
Who the hell was Kyle?
It took me a minute to realize he was talking about the boy from school he had befriended when Brittany told him I wasn't his mother.
"When we go home," I responded.
Christian sighed and slumped back on the couch, "But I'm bored."
"Why don't you find someone to play with here," I suggested.
"No one wants to play with me."
"That's not true. What about Brent's daughter?"
He scrunched up his nose like that was the most ridiculous thing I had ever said. I swear, he and Titus had the exact same mannerisms.
"Or not," I responded to myself.
"She can't play the same games as me," he rationalized.
"Why not?"
"Because she's a girl. She'll get hurt."
While I thought it was cute he was concerned for her safety, I wanted to stop the damsel in distress complex. When that girl grew up, she would be perfectly capable of taking care of herself and I didn't want Christian to think women had to always have a man to protect them.
"Do you plan on hurting her?"
"No!"
"Then she will be fine. Girls can play the same as boys."
"No they can't, Mom."
"So I can't do the same things as your dad?"
He shook his head instantly, "Dad's big and strong. You're small."
I laughed lightly, "That's true but I can still do the same things."
"Sure, Momma."
My jaw just about hit the floor as he patronized me. My five year old son was just sarcastic! Who the hell taught him that?
"Go play with Brent's daughter," I responded as I shook my head.
He groaned but made his way out to the main house.
I picked up my textbook again and continued reading. Fertility treatments were complicated at best; at least, that was my understanding. There were plenty of natural remedies to help a woman conceive but none of those would help Macy. Her problem was physical. She simply wasn't built to have children. Every treatment I had read of involved the male as well. I needed her husband's sperm to do anything. I wasn't sure how she could obtain that but it was necessary.
I got through a few more chapters before Titus came to our wing and closed the connecting door, clearly pissed off about something.
"What's wrong?" I asked as I set my book down again.
He shook his head, "Brent was just challenged for his position."
"Really?" I asked, shocked by this development.
"Yeah. It was one of the old Dark Moon pack members."
"Weird," I mused.
He flopped down next to me, just as Christian had earlier.
"How was Christian's patrol?" He asked.
"Fine. He said is was boring, thank God."
Titus laughed a little, "Where's he at?"
"I sent him to play with Emily."
"Oh yeah?"
I nodded with a slight smile. I had every intention of finishing what we had started earlier.
I scooted as close as possible to Titus and brushed my lips over his strong jaw line. He let me continue my slow seduction down his neck. I wanted more though.
I tugged his basic gray t-shirt over his head and lightly ran my hands over his perfectly defined chest and stomach. His body had been molded to perfection through hours of dedication in the gym
and a career in manual labor. He loved construction and even though he co owned the company, he still did a lot of hands on work.
I kissed down his chest, his abs, only to go to my knees in front of him and unbutton his jeans. His breathing picked up just enough to be noticeable which gave me a thrill. I loved that he wasn't able to control every anatomical response when I touched him.
He was hard, waiting for me to make my move; I hadn't even really touched him yet and he was growing with anticipation. Starting at the base, I licked my way up, listening to him moan in appreciation. I took him in my mouth, careful to keep my teeth tucked away as he gathered my hair out of my face and gripped it tightly behind my head. I noticed every muscle in his torso flex with his careful control but I wanted him to lose control. I wanted to know that I could finish him just with my mouth--in my opinion, a true test of how good our sex life could be.
I ran my hands over his tense stomach in an attempt to relax him but he wasn't getting the message. I kept sucking and licking until he wasn't able to control his moaning anymore. His hand gripping my hair barely forced my head a little more, putting more of him in my mouth. I couldn't lie, I liked that he was losing control and starting to force me a bit. I thought I would hate it but as always, I loved everything Titus did.
"Liz," he moaned my name, "Baby, stop or I'm going-"
I didn't listen to anything else he said; I moved my head faster and deeper, making his moans louder. I added my hand to work the half I couldn't fit in my mouth which only added to how tightly he gripped my hair. At that point, he couldn't control himself any longer. His hips moved towards my mouth on their own accord.
"Fuck, Liz," he managed to pant out.
Thick, salty, substance began to fill my mouth and spill out even though I tried to keep all it in. With one last thrust of his hips, he started to relax back on the couch but I still had a mouthful and I didn't know what to do.
"Swallow," he commanded in a tone that radiated power. The sheer authority in his voice sent a shiver down my spine.
I looked up at him, my big blue eyes questioning but complying. The second I wiped my mouth, he pulled me off the floor and instantly discarded my dress. He ripped off my bra and pulled my panties down to throw them somewhere in the room. He turned me around and quickly walked me into the bedroom, closing the door behind us.
Titus pushed me down on the bed gentle, yet firm. He spread my legs and kissed my inner thighs and I thanked God I had just gotten waxed a couple days prior. Not that Titus would care if I didn't but I always stayed well-groomed for him. The pit of my stomach bubbled with anticipation. I loved him between my legs in any way but this, this was always a favorite. He ran his tongue over me, sending my body into a frenzy. I couldn't stop the moan that escaped from my lips and judging by the way his hazel eyes watched me, he wanted me to do it again. His eyes were darkened with lust and I loved every second of it.
His hand trailed up to my chest, just a brush over my breast mixed with his expert tongue cause my back to arch.
My fingers found their way into my soft hair as Titus worked my body. He did everything in his power to make sure I was crying his name in pleasure within minutes.
He kissed his way up my body, focusing on my collarbone and neck. I felt him hard again and ready to enter me. He would be met with no resistance; my body needed his to not only be near but in me as well.
"I love you so much, Elizabeth," he said, breathing heavily but looking directly into my eyes.
I smiled a little, "I love you too, Titus."
With the assurance of my feelings, he slid into me, letting me feel every inch of him until he couldn't go any deeper. Slowly, he moved in and out of me, pushing me closer and closer with each thrust. My hips met his thrusts every time but he wasn't ready to push me over the edge just yet. He pulled out of me and flipped me over on all fours. The building pressure in the pit of my stomach screamed for release at the new, deeper position. Just one little thing would set me over the edge and he was refusing it. He wanted me for just a bit longer but I loved it. I loved feeling him in me, passionate about me.
His fingers trailed around to the front of my stomach but he didn't stop there. He went lower until he found the most sensitive area on my body. He moved his fingers in agonizingly slow, circular motions to keep building the pressure until I couldn't take it anymore.
"Titus!" I cried out his name.
He moved his hand faster and thrust into me harder and suddenly, all the pressure flooded my body in the most euphoric sensation imaginable. He finished with a few more thrusts and pulled out of me slowly, pulling me into his chest as he laid beside me.
"God, I love you," he mused breathless, as he kissed the top of my head.
I couldn't be more happy or sated.
*********
Titus and I laid in bed for awhile longer before it was time for me to help with dinner. This was one of the only things I didn't like about living in the pack house; if Titus and I were feeling lazy like this at home, we would just make something really quick or go out to dinner. Here, I was expected to help cook for everyone in the house. It wasn't required but I knew what would be said about me if I didn't help. I would be viewed as having an attitude problem or selfish.
I started to get up but Titus latched his arm tighter around my bare waist, pulling me as close to his body as possible. I laughed lightly and patted his arm.
"You're going to have to let me up sometime," I said.
"Yeah, but not right now."
"I have to help with dinner."
"They'll be fine," he said dismissively.
"Come on. I'm supposed to. You know that."
He groaned but released me regardless.
"Fine," he said reluctantly.
I went into the closet and grabbed some clothes before going to take a quick shower.
The water was instantly hot and starting to steam. I half expected Titus to try to distract me again but he simply tugged on a pair of black mesh shorts and leaned against the granite counter.
"When do you want to tell Christian about the baby?"
Crap. I had forgotten we hadn't told him yet. I didn't really want to do it here since it wasn't his home but I really wanted to tell him so we could tell everyone else. Titus's parents were going to be so excited for us. They had been demanding another grandchild since Titus introduced us.
"Tonight, I guess. After dinner?"
He nodded a little but kept his eyes glued to my body. I rolled my eyes but couldn't wipe the smile off my face. I loved that he couldn't take his eyes off me.
"Sounds good. Get back in bed," he said.
I laughed and got in the shower. Titus left me to my thoughts.
I wondered how Christian would react to having a sibling. Would he enjoy it or would he feel competition for attention? Christian wasn't a competitive kid but after finding out I wasn't his biological mother, I wasn't sure how he would take me carrying a child. I didn't want him to feel left out in any way but I didn't know how to include him either. After all, he was only five and there was only so much he could do.
I shut off the water and wrapped a red towel around my body to dry off. Titus was still in the bedroom clearly not wanting to be social with the pack right now. I couldn't blame him; I loved the pack but living with them and being around them all the time, especially when we are accustomed to living alone, is hard. I'm not naturally a social person and neither is Titus. He is charismatic but not in every sense of the word. Titus can speak publicly and he is damn good at it but he doesn't necessarily want to have a million conversations. People are drawn to him because he is a man of few words so what he does say is usually important.
I pulled up my jeans and loose cable knit sweater on and entered the bedroom. Titus sat on a couch under the window, just staring at the floor. I took a moment to examine his stressed posture. My intention was to relax him but he seemed as stressed as ever.
I sat next to him and slipped my hand under his. He
tossed me a light smile but his hazel eyes told me exactly what he was thinking.
"Still worried about Brent?" I asked.
He shrugged, "That and everything else. I'm just worried about you."
"Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself."
"I don't want you to have to take care of yourself. It's my responsibility as your husband and mate to make sure you're safe."
I smiled gently and squeezed his hand, "I love you, Titus. Really though, you're stressing without reason. I'm safe in the pack house. I won't leave without an escort and someone is always here."
He groaned, "I know, Liz, but that doesn't make me stress any less."
I kissed his cheek and stood, "Lets go downstairs. Maybe some downtime with your friends will help."
"Maybe," he conceded.
We made our way down to the congregation area of the mansion where all the high ranking pack members lounged, waiting for dinner.
"Finally," Zac teased when he caught sight of us, "We thought you two would never come down."
I felt a light blush color my cheeks at Zac's joke. I was still very modest even if I wasn't in the bedroom.
"It wasn't by choice," Titus shot back.
Everyone in the room laughed a little; I tried but I felt my cheeks warm just a little more. I broke away from Titus and made my way into the kitchen.
Rachel was already in the chef's kitchen and greeted me with a warm smile. Brent's wife Alexa was cutting up vegetables next to one of the stoves with a few of the other wives standing around, gossiping.
"Hey, Liz," Alexa greeted.
"Hey. What are we making?"
"Steak fajitas. Can you start on the bell peppers?"
I pulled a knife out of the block and started cutting peppers between her and Rachel.
"How have you been holding up?" Alexa asked.
I nodded a little, "I've been fine. It's Titus I'm worried about."
"He's been stressed?"
"Very. I'm hoping this trip eases some of the tension."
"Where are you going?"
"Italy."
"Really?! How exciting!"
I laughed, "I know. I'm really excited. I think we desperately need to just be alone together considering everything that's happened."
Alexa nodded in agreement but stayed quiet.
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