by Casey Morgan
Mason dropped his hands and rose to his feet. His towel fell to the floor, leaving his tight, muscular body bare. His strong arms went around my shoulders and he pulled me close—slamming my heavy boobs into his chest.
“You are such a miracle to me Celeste.” His voice was heavy with emotion. “You’re love has saved me. You’ve given me a life. And now, you are giving me a child. You are a blessing and I…I cannot thank you enough.”
I’m pregnant?!
I pulled back from his arms to look into his eyes. “Are you sure?” I asked, my voice kind of squeaky.
He laughed a bit. “I’m not positive, but I think we should buy a test. You have the signs.”
My hands shot to my stomach and felt the paunch. It was firm, not like fat at all. “But showing so soon?”
He leaned down and kissed my cheek, then my neck, and then my shoulder. “It might be more than one,” he whispered. “Werewolves often carry twins or triplets.”
“Oh God!” I screeched, but Mason silenced me with a kiss.
His lips were heavy and demanding on mine. His wolf was present in his body and taking over. I submitted to his kiss, letting him find my tongue and suck it hard. The needs of his body pushed into mine; his cock was hardening, pressed up against my paunch now. I slid my fingers over it, feeling the silky smooth skin of his shaft and pulling it to get him harder. My enthusiasm made him happy and he nibbled at my lips.
I’m carrying his child! Something about that though turned me on. I was everything to Mason I could be: mate, wife and now the mother of his child. I suddenly felt very pleased with myself.
His cock hardened in my hands and I stroked it, moving my fingers in a way I knew he liked. Mason licked and nibbled my neck. He ran his hands down my back to my ass and cupped it through my skirt. He lifted me up just slightly. It made me feel safe and loved.
Turning slightly, he sat me on the bed and then guided me to lean back. I relaxed into the softness of the mattress as he popped the buttons on my skirt and pulled it from my hips. My panties quickly followed. I lay there nude, my husband eyeing my body; each look making him hungrier.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “And what you are doing for me is beautiful.”
I smiled back at him and basked in his praise. Mason gently guided my legs apart and ran his fingers gently up my thighs. His touch sent shivers through my whole body. Then he brushed my folds with his fingertips, gently, easily teasing me open and bringing forth the juices of my desire. I watched him, lazy and content to let my manly man do all the work.
When he was happy with my arousal, he guided his cock to my entrance, splitting my folds and slipping his cockhead into my pussy. Each move of my husband’s was tender and gentle today. It was a break from our normal hard, rough sex and I didn’t mind it. Variety was welcome. Today he wasn’t fucking me, he was worshiping me, and I soaked in his praise.
His thick, long cock inched inside of me, pressing into my pussy walls and filling me. When he was deeply buried inside me, he pulled my legs up and put my ankles to his shoulders. My butt pressed against his heavy balls; my legs ran up against his abs. In this position, he took me deeper, gently brushing against my cervix. When he started pumping me it was slow, gliding in and out with ease. My whole lower body bumped pleasantly against his and my back inched along the bed. My heavy breasts swayed with the movement and Mason eyed them greedily.
To drive him wild, I pulled one of my boobs up in my hand and licked my own nipple, all the while watching his face. He paled and then turned red—eyes wide.
“Oh God,” he moaned. “You are so sexy.”
I pulled up my other breast and squished both in my hands, then I licked both nipples. Mason let out a strangled noise; he grabbed both of my ankles up against his shoulders and started thrusting harder. My whole body shook with his movements.
“Mmm,” I moaned. “That feels so good!”
I played with my boobs more, urging him on, and Mason’s eyes started to glow. Their amber color lit his face. He grimaced—teeth bared—and grunted with pleasure.
“Come for me,” he begged in a low growl. “Come on my dick!”
My lower bely was tight. I was right at the edge. I moved my hips so that he trusted in at different angles, pushing my walls and sending shutters through my core. He dropped a hand down between my legs and found my clit. Some gentle rubbing of his fingertip was all it took to push me over the edge. I came, hard—tingles running up my spine. My pussy clamped and released, milking Mason’s cock for his seed. He gave it to me with a grunt. I felt him thrust in deep and spill out. Cum coated my pussy walls, feeling warm, wet and wonderful. It was a reminder that I was his and that we soon would become parents.
Mason lowered himself down slowly, gently slipping out of me and laying down on the bed. He kissed my bare shoulder and delicately put an arm around my waist.
“This is a dream come true,” he told me.
My hand ran down to my belly and felt the little bump there. It wasn’t confirmed, but I hopped it was true. I wanted a little boy or girl to teach to bake. They would play with my father and hug my mother, bringing them both such joy.
Mason let out a gentle breath and I knew he was asleep. I closed my eyes and relaxed in his arms for a nap.
When I started to dream, I was in the bakery’s kitchen. Four little children—two boys and two girls—looked up at me from the cookies they were mixing. They all had chocolate chip colored eyes.
The End
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Love’s Hollow Auctions series Book 4
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Chapter One
Krystal
Oh, fuck me! I’m late! Shit! I quickly flick on my blinker, twist my steering wheel so that I can get onto the right side of the road in time for my turn to a smaller street that is closer to downtown. This is the worst! I’m running late. After I did everything to try to be on time! Not for the first time today, I’m cursing under my breath. I’m going to kill my smart phone, since it didn’t bother to set off the alarm despite being set. Stupid technology.
I ignore the honking of cars behind me. I ignore the shouting of some folks as well, who are walking down the narrow streets of Love’s Hollow. The only time I’m going to stop is if they get the police involved, and even then…well, I can’t afford to have them involved either, so I hope the police are not around.
I speed forward, going nearly triple the speed limit for this two-way road. The driveway to the club is in sight. Almost there! Jorin and Sylvan, the owners of The Dimond Club, are nice bosses, but I’m sure that won’t last long if I’m late again for my waitressing shift or pulled over or locked up in the county jail for speeding — having a bail that I have to find the money for.
I already need money. Having bail on top of my already increasing debts would be terrible. My work, The Dimond Club, offers a way for young women to get out of debt. We host auctions where women can sell their time or bodies. It seems quick and simple, but I’ve been in one of the auctions and I’m not sure I could do it again — even if I did have to come up with bail for speeding and driving crazy in a small town.
Even with an auction, I wouldn’t be likely to break even. Last time, all I could get the courage up to offer was a freaking kiss. I sold it to some old vampire. Apparently, he was the maker of my boss. The experience got me couple thousan
d dollars, but nothing amazing — about the kiss or the money. Still, being late is going to get me in serious trouble. It’s happened a few times this week already, and I doubt Jorin’s going to be in a good mood with me anymore.
I imagine my vampire boss frowning at me and the way that his hands, with their long, manicured fingernails, would grip his folded arms in annoyance. That’s the thing about Love’s Hollow, my new hometown, it’s a haven for supernatural folk. As a child, I always hoped that magical peoples were real, when I found out, I had to move here. Being in the presence of werewolves, witches, fairies and vampires is so cool; even when your vampire boss looks like he is going to extend his fangs and drain you dry for being late for the third time this month.
My mind stays on my boss and just how many tardies to work this’ll give me, I reflexively turn, at high speed, into the parking lot at the Diamond Club. Before my brain and I can even register what’s in front of me, there it is: a giant truck. It’s the kind of that makes and transports deliveries. Large ones.
I don’t have time to see anything else about the truck — except that it has some kind of red logo on the side — before my front bumper smashes into the back of it. The awful crunch reverberates through my cab, shivers up my arms and fingers still clutched around the wheel. The jiggle is hard and fast, but what I see in front of me worries me more. There is a huge dent in the back of this distribution truck and it’s all my fault.
Whatever the damage is to my car, it’s not going to matter in the face of the cost of this company vehicle. Especially when the collision’s happened right outside my workplace. I moan and lean my head on the steering wheel. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! How much worse can today get? Oh my God! Who gets into a collision right at the door steps of their workplace? Who runs right the fuck into a large delivery truck?
In front of me, I see two men climb from the truck. They both have blond hair. One is a few inches taller than the other. They move to run toward me, but Sylvan, my manager who has stepped out of the club to see what happened, quickly starts a conversation with them. That discussion quickly boils over into a disagreement.
I watch as Sylvan crosses his arms over his chest and glowers. His mean look is one he picked up from Jorin, his lover. Having a vampire as a partner really teaches you to look formidable. But despite the fact that Sylvan’s look gives me chills, even at a distance, the two men it is directed towards look unphased. The bigger one moves away from my boss.
“You’re going to pay for that,” yells the taller of the mysterious men, running up to the front of my car. His big blue eyes flash with his rage. His chiseled jaw is tense. “You’re going to pay for those damages!”
“Oh, fuck me. I’m going to have to get a second job at this rate,” I mumble to myself, feeling my eyes and cheeks begin to sting. I try not to cry.
“Are you hurt at all?” Suddenly a woman I also don’t recognize comes up to my window. She knocks on it, peering at me with her large pale blue eyes, framed by thick, golden locks of hair. She resembles the two men who were in the truck. “Are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?”
I roll down my window, feeling beyond embarrassed. Not only because I’ve caused such a headache for my bosses, but because I’m probably about to lose my job, right when I’m going to need a second one just to pay off the damages I have caused. There’s no way I’m going to have Sylvan and Jorin on the hook for my stupidity.
“No, I’m fine,” I say, hoping all of this will just go away. “There’s no need to worry about me. I’m not hurt. Just…” Freaking embarrassed. If I hadn’t been in such a hurry today, if everything hadn’t been so messed up from the time I roll out of bed, this would have never happened!
“I’m sorry,” I say, knowing that that is never going to be enough. Behind my apology, I hear an argument going on between Sylvan and the other strange men. I look up, realizing that even though they are angry, both of these strange, new people are incredibly hot. The men, who are probably brothers, are incredibly handsome, despite how pissed off they look at the moment.
I can’t believe I hit their truck. They probably will want something out of me… Which I might not mind.
“Hey, you, girl. Be more careful next time,” snaps a voice that shakes me out of my daydream. It’s the taller of the blond hotties. His blue eyes pierce me like sapphire arrows. “That’s our truck you just hit, or did you not see it?!”
I hug my steering wheel. “I’m sorry, I…”
“We have deliveries to make, not repairs to be fucking concerned over,” he continues angrily.
“I’ll pay for the damages. Whatever they are, I’ll pay for them,” I say, barely able to look him in the eye.
The woman who came over to check on me, she grabs the arm of the tall man pulling him away from my window. But it’s the other blond hottie, the one that’s making his way over to my car, that interjects. “Lay off the poor girl, Jayden,” he says. “I run into stuff all the time, Man, you know that!” For being as frustrated as he seemed to be was Sylvan, he’s easy-going and gentler with me then this Jayden guy. He really must be his brother.
“Nobody asked you, Caleb,” barks Jayden, and that’s when the woman inserts herself in between them. She physically pushes herself in between the men who are obviously her family.
“You two stop it now!” She turns to face me. “Brothers.” She sighs and rolls her eyes. “Such a pain in the ass,” she adds loudly, wanting them to hear. “Anyway, I’m Emma Redfang, and those are my brothers Jayden and Caleb. Don’t worry about them. We’ll get the damages figured out. I’m just glad you’re okay.”
She looks at the truck, and I follow her gaze. It’s at that point that I see the logo and lettering on the back: Red Wolf Winery, with the image of a wolf drinking from a goblet. I realize that they all must be werewolves and my pulse speeds up. I’m lucky they didn’t shift right here in the parking lot and rip me limb from limb.
“We own a winery,” Emma continues. “It does pretty well for itself, so don’t you worry about anything. We will get the money sorted out.”
Jayden interjects, putting a large hand on his sister’s shoulder. “She offered to pay for her stupidity,” he says bluntly, “so I’m going to let her. I’d be willing to forget about these damages to my delivery truck if you agree to be a waitress for a big party we have coming up. My sister won’t be enough hands as it is, and since you volunteered your beautiful self, I’m expecting a favorable answer.”
“Sure, of course,” I say, expecting no different answer from myself. “I will definitely come do that for you. More if you needed me to. Whatever makes us even.”
“Good.” He flips me his business card, as if he’d rather flip me the bird. “We are working diligently to get our wines into more restaurants and businesses. Friday is going to be the orientation for all of our staff before the event, and you will be there.”
“Of course. Of course,” I say, taking his card and holding it close to my chest. “No problem.”
“Good.” He turns away from my window, whistles and snaps for his siblings to follow. “Emma-- Caleb, let’s get moving. We don’t have all freaking day.”
With that, the Redfang siblings climb into their wine delivery truck and make a long circle around the building. From there, they leave, but I don’t see much about the direction.
Stunned and still shaken from my encounter, I manage to make it into a parking spot the crunched front end of my bumper dragging and turn off my car.
Sylvan is right there, helping me get out. I take a moment to stash the business card in my purse. “Take it easy,” he says as he guides me across the parking lot and into the Diamond Club. “Even if you don’t need an ambulance, you need to take it easy. Don’t strain yourself. No heavy lifting. I’ll let Jorin know about the incident.”
I nod, feeling beyond foolish and idiotic. It takes everything I have to not start crying.
After that, he leaves me in the dining room with my new coworker, Mary. She�
�s sweet and outgoing. Immediately, she comes to greet me, and ask me about the routine. It’s a nice distraction from the car accident, so I help her get settled into it with me. As we start setting up tables, chairs and all the mood lighting, I’m still thinking about the blonde brothers: the sweet one who drove the truck, and the bossy one who ordered me to work at his winery.
In order to pay things off and pay for the damage to my car, I’m probably going to need that winery job for more than one night or one event.
Mary gets my attention with a question about the auctions. She wants to know how often they are, and who all participates.
“Anyone can participate if they want to,” I say. “There are no real rules about that. Just that you have something that you want to offer, and that there are people to participate in the bidding.”
“Oh. Sounds… Interesting.”
I shrug. “I did one not too long ago.”
Mary stops short. “You did?”
“Yeah, it was kind of weird. Just offered a kiss.” More shock and awe from Mary. Her green eyes open really wide. “Got bought by some old vampire. Gave him a kiss. It was kind of gross.” It really was. Hard and sharp, not my thing. “I don’t think I’m going to do one ever again.”
Not unless those hot brothers were in the audience. If they were bidding for me, I might just reconsider.
Chapter Two
Krystal
After my rough week at work — the pinnacle of which was the car accident a few days ago — I’m finally able to enjoy my day off. You’d be surprised where most of my hard-earned money goes to: fabric. Though I just moved to Love’s Hollow not too long ago, I’ve already set up the most important room in my apartment. My sewing and crafts room. And it’s filled with fabrics of every color and texture.
