by T. Cobbin
She closed her eyes briefly as pain flashed through her head. Lifting a hand, she gingerly touched the top of her forehead to feel a long, stitched gash. Fuck, that stung!
Conan’s eyes flashed open, staring at her. His worried face broke into a small grin. “Baby?”
He quickly moved forward and kissed her cheek. She watched as a single tear welled and fell down his handsome face.
“You had me worried there. Thought you were so fed up with me you’d sleep through two days, huh?” he questioned with a smirk.
She frowned and squinted her eyes. “Two days?”
“Yep,” he replied sadly. “What do you remember?”
She closed her eyes, thinking back through the darkness. “Oh God, Harry and my mother...she brought him, she actually brought him.” Tears began flowing from her eyes down and into her hair. “How did she find me?” Josie asked, looking back up at Conan.
“You didn’t change your bank details, so when your statements went to your mother’s she opened them and saw that your wages had gone in and followed it back to the business.”
“Where is she now?”
Conan winced as he answered, “In a psych ward. I’m afraid she went a little bonkers seeing some big dogs kill three men.”
Shocked, Josie moved to sit up, but immediately laid back down again as the room swam before her.
“Hey, be careful,” he warned, walking to the door and shouting for a nurse.
A plump, friendly looking nurse with her hair tied up in a bun on the top of her head entered the room. She proceeded to ask Josie questions and check her over. Happy that Josie knew who and where she was, the nurse left to find a doctor.
Conan quickly told Josie what had happened and then explained that the pack had cleaned and cleared the office up before her mother had been taken to the hospital. “I told the hospital that you had been knocked over by a Great Dane and fell, hitting your head on the desk. You managed to get knocked out and gain a concussion—it just took you a while to wake up.”
“A plausible accident.” She chuckled.
“There is another thing.” His face suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Lyall,” a tall, African man said, walking into the room and interrupting Conan. “My name is Dr. Bello. I was here when they brought you in.” He picked up the medical chart at the end of Josie’s bed and looked over the notes. “It took you a while to wake up, but there seems to be no lasting effects, just a small concussion.” Placing the chart back down, he moved to Josie’s side and shined a light in her eyes. She squinted again as it caused a little pain. “Ah yes, that’s understandable,” he muttered. “I’ll send a nurse in with some pain killers. We’ll keep you overnight, but if all goes well you’ll be home tomorrow.” He walked back to the end of the bed and looked at her chart again, rifling through some of the sheets. “We did an emergency scan when you came in and everything looked good. You will receive another scan appointment in a couple of weeks along with your antenatal one. Congratulations, by the way,” he said, replacing her chart.
Josie looked at the back of the man as he walked out the door. Antenatal? Scan?
“Pregnant?” she asked as she turned toward Conan. She watched her mate as his chest puffed out in pride.
“Twins.” His face lit up again. He looked like a boy in a candy factory as he pulled a small scan from his back pocket.
She took it from him but couldn’t make out what she was seeing until Conan showed her where two small blobs sat. Tears again began flowing from her eyes, but this time they were happy ones. She was going to be a mom.
“Will they be like you?” she asked.
“Yes, baby, our pups will shift.”
She looked back at the small grayed scan and smiled.
Who would have believed that just three weeks ago she was running away for a better life and found it?
Chapter 15
“Oh my frigging God, will you leave that alone!” Josie begged as Conan yet again adjusted the blanket over her legs.
It had been two weeks since she left the hospital and he hadn’t stopped fussing over her. His mother was just as bad. Finding out she had grandbabies on the way had her gushing. She had been over every single day, making sure Josie was eating and drinking enough. Josie sighed, thinking she had eight more months of this. Apart from the occasional puking session, she felt wonderful.
She hadn’t yet forgiven her mother but had visited her. Her mother had been sectioned under the mental health act. After learning that she wouldn’t be released for a while Conan and a couple of the pack had gone with Josie to clean out and box everything up in her mother’s house. Her overprotective Alpha mate had only agreed to let her go if she promised to do nothing more than supervise.
If her mother improved, then they would decide what to do at that point. Right now her mother was still being heavily sedated as she often ranted on about huge dogs eating Harry. She didn’t even seem to recognize Josie when she visited.
As for Harry and his henchmen, no one had yet reported them missing. Their bodies were firmly hidden and wouldn’t be found.
Conan hadn’t touched her either, but she knew he wanted her. He would quickly disappear into the shower with his morning boner, and she felt his erection each time he held her. Well, she was about to show him just how frustrated she was.
“I know something you can do for me,” she said, looking at him. “You can make me a nice cup of hot chocolate.” She smiled.
“Okay, honey. Stay here, I’ll be right back.” And with that he disappeared into the cabin.
Josie threw the blanket off her legs and began stripping, leaving a trail of clothes toward the woods. The last piece she took off were her panties. Leaving them hanging on a branch, she ran. With her breasts bobbing and her bum jiggering, she giggled her way through the woods.
She heard the howl...his howl. Finally, he was coming. She felt like she’d run miles. Fucking man making her run again! She stopped and leaned against a tree, listening for any sound. It was eerily silent, not even birds chirped in the trees. She desperately tried to hold in the chuckle trying to climb out of her chest. She wasn’t keen on being naked, but if it coaxed her man into action... If she were honest, she was actually enjoying herself anyway.
A twig snapped to her right. She swiveled and saw his amber eyes before she saw the wolf. They seemed to dance. He stalked toward her, sniffing the air.
She crouched down, opening her legs, showing him how excited she was. Slipping a finger through her curls, she discovered just how wet she was. She shivered and moaned, closing her eyes as her finger roamed over the top of her clit. She slipped a finger between her folds, entering herself, pushing in as far as she could, grazing against her sensitive walls. Her other hand circled her beaded nipple and tugged gently on it, feeling the jolt of electricity jump through her nerves straight down to her clit. She pulled her finger out and then placed another inside, moaning as she did. She circled a finger around her clit, moving faster as her excitement built. She heard the deep growl coming from her wolf and stopped. Pulling her fingers out, she placed them in her mouth and sucked.
She opened her eyes to see her huge, sexy, well tanned, and muscled man in front of her, his shaft pointing up toward the sky. Dropping to her knees, she grabbed on to his stiff shaft and licked the drop of pre-cum off the end. He thrust his hips toward her, letting a gasp slip from his lips. Her hands slowly engulfed his cock, and she slid it into her mouth. Again, he thrust up gently, making his shaft hit the back of her throat. She looked up into his pale blue eyes that sparkled with amber.
“Baby, you need punishing for being naughty,” he said, shaking his head in mock anger. He gasped again through clenched teeth as she began to bob on his dick. “Running away from your Alpha... I should tan your arse, make it glow a bright red.” His voice became deeper.
She moved one of her hands back to cup his heavy balls, fondling them until she felt them draw up. When his
legs showed signs of shaking and she tasted copious amounts of salty pre-cum she knew he was close. She pulled off and stood, her head just coming to his shoulder.
Looking up, she smirked. “That a threat or a promise?”
“Hands and knees,” he growled, low and harsh.
She stood there raising an eyebrow and trying so desperately hard to look serious. It took another snarl from him before she dropped to her hands and knees, the smile on her face huge and wide. She felt the front of his thighs touch the back of hers as he knelt behind her, and she dug her hands into the grass below them. She was so wet now she felt it run down her legs. It had been too long since she had felt her mate inside her.
“Conan, fuck me!” she cried out. Her clit pulsed, and her pussy clenched. “Please.”
Large, callused hands held onto her hips. Her body became flushed and heated. His cock sat at her entrance.
“What are you waiting for?” She turned her head toward him. “Fuck me already!”
Her breath blasted out of her as he thrust in hard and fast all the way to the top of her cervix. Her pussy grasped hold of his stiff shaft. He was so hard she could feel his cock pulse inside of her.
Oh God, it felt so good to have him inside of her again.
He pulled back and propelled forward again. She gripped onto the grass below her, trying to push back on him. He began moving, accelerating, grunting each time he hit the top. His balls smacked at her clit, making the pressure inside of her build. She was going to come. He moved faster, his movements becoming jerky, and she knew he too was close. She strained to push back each time he rammed forward, hitting her hard and fast.
It was the stinging slap to her backside that sent her over the precipice. An immense orgasm shot through her pussy. Her toes curled and she threw her head back as she called out his name. He launched himself forward into her one more time and paused as his warm seed streamed out of his cock inside of her.
“Mine!” he shouted.
* * * *
They lay in the grass surrounded by the cool, quiet woods for a while, waiting for the knot in his cock to recede.
“You planned this, didn’t you, imp?” he asked.
Wiggling her backside, she nodded. “You were taking too long. I was horny.” She turned toward him and ran a hand over his cheek. “I’m okay, you know. I’m here and just as needy as you are. I love your body and your cock.” She grinned. “But most of all I love you, inside and out. However, if you don’t stop treating me like breakable glass, you won’t find me running about naked in the woods anymore unless I have a steel bat in my hand and I’m chasing you!”
“You are planning to coerce me again?”
“Hell yes, especially if I get you to fuck me over and over again.”
“Oh, really now?” he said, thrusting his still hard cock up inside of her.
“Oh yes.” She sighed with satisfaction. “I love you, Conan.”
“I love you too, baby.”
About T. Cobbin
Trish Cobbin started to write books as an escape, but she took a break when she became a full-time mother to three children. Once her children were grown and flew the coop, expanding their own families and giving her three wonderful grandchildren, she was left with some spare time and decided to put pen to paper again. She lives in the UK with her faithful dog Jellybean and her youngest son, and a door that is never closed to family.
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