She wanted to be bare though, wanted to be exposed. Only to him. Only ever to him.
She couldn’t really thrust her hips in this position, could only take everything he had to give, but when she was panting hard, small mewls escaping her as he continued to alternate between fucking her with his tongue and flicking her clit, he stopped, leaned up, and with their joined hands dragged her closer to the edge of the bed.
A shudder wracked her. She was so close to coming. It fizzled in her veins like he’d turned her blood to champagne, but oh, how she needed more. She didn’t just need to come, she needed him, needed him inside.
He had to fill her. Now.
He seemed to understand because he urged her to release one hand, grabbed hold of his dick, and pressed it against her slick pussy.
A moan escaped them both at the connection, a delight he prolonged by dragging it up and down the length of her slit. She was panting by the time he pressed the tip to her gate, and when he started to push in, her eyes were glued to his, but they were dazed. Blinded, almost. She couldn’t see or hear, could only feel. And God, the sensation of him was indescribable—like nothing she could even explain to herself.
He was hard and hot, slick at the tip with pre-cum. In comparison, she was drenched, just as hot, but soft, so soft in comparison to his fierce arousal. When he pushed the tip into her, she cried out, clenching down around him as her pussy fluttered in panicked response.
He was so big! God, how she wanted him though. She wanted all of him in all of her.
She shuddered again, and as the tip was inside her now, he returned his hand to hers. As he thrust his hips forward, their fingers were clasped once more, and their eyes were united. She let out a shuddery sigh as he started to push into her, letting her adjust to each inch, letting her feel every bit of her he claimed for his own.
A cry escaped when the sensations became too much. She clenched her eyes, battling the small bubble of orgasm that was like the first gusts of a wind that was about to turn into a hurricane. It whizzed around her system, making her drown in the delight of feeling him in her pussy.
She was lost to the pleasure he gave her, so lost she didn’t feel as he thrust those final inches into her. But he stayed put, stayed still until she came to, and she was glad she’d been focused on that burst bubble of climax because he was a heavy presence inside her.
Too big, she wanted to whimper, but her body disagreed.
It was made for him.
Made to take him.
Made to shelter him.
Another shudder wracked her at thoughts that weren’t her own. The Goddesses? She didn’t know. She just knew they didn’t come from her own conscious mind.
She breathed in pants, trying to accommodate him, and struggling to accept his thick fullness. Her eyes focused on the beads of sweat that had formed at his brow and that were meandering a trail down his forehead.
If this was agony for her, it was for him too.
She could see the struggle in his eyes and knew he was fighting his body’s urges for her.
All for her.
The notion forced her into action. She made herself relax, made herself take a deep breath, made herself stop clenching down on him. When she did, he let out a gusty breath and asked, “Ready?”
She nodded, even though she wasn’t. This was for him. He’d been so patient, more than she deserved.
It was his turn to shudder, and he closed his eyes as he pulled back out, infinitesimally at first, then in a great whoosh. He almost left her, before slowly thrusting back in.
He tormented her like that—or was he tormenting himself? Christie wasn’t sure—for countless moments, making her feel every inch of him while exploring every inch of her. Then, out of nowhere, a different urge overcame him. He looked down at where their sexes were joined, and she couldn’t help but do so too.
They both watched as her softness yielded to his hardness for countless thrusts. He was so big, and her pussy was stretched so tautly around him. Her head flung back at the sight, unable to watch it anymore, and that seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. Rather than thrusting, he sank in deeply and rocked his hips until every bit of her was massaged by every bit of him. He separated their hands, lifted her feet to his shoulders, and leaned over her until they were close enough to kiss.
As he thrust his tongue into her mouth, she felt the full weight of him inside her and let out a small scream. Pleasure cascaded through her as the top of his pubis rubbed against her clit, putting heavy pressure on the nub while the fullness of his shaft caressed that inner spot that was driving her insane.
The combination was like a blast to her senses, and it seemed to make her implode rather than explode. Until this, until Mundo, she’d never known anything like it. Before, orgasms were a release of energy. But this? This was worse and better. The energy imploded, ricocheting inside her, building momentum until she couldn’t contain anymore. The original climax was supercharged, gaining power with every moment, until she let out a scream because she had to let go, had to release this welter of energy.
It burned her, seared her senses, made her feel like she could fly. She was blind yet could see the brightest of colors, was deaf but could hear the glorious sound of Mundo’s breath. All of her was insensate, and yet she’d never felt more.
Just when she felt like the only option open to her was to pass out, she felt it.
His teeth.
Against her throat.
She froze, waiting for the pain, but she embraced it when it came. Because one, it meant she was finally his. As those incisors of his slid into the soft flesh of her throat, he took her and made her his own in the ways of his world and that of his bear—a creature she’d yet to meet. And two, it was painful enough to let go. To let herself go.
It pushed her into unconsciousness, a hazy nothingness she embraced with relief because if she had to experience anymore pleasure, she felt she’d die.
The French weren’t wrong when they called it le petit mort.
Chapter Thirteen
Goddess!
Mundo shuddered at the taste of Christie’s blood in his mouth.
Even as he gulped it down, revolted by its bitter tang, he was sniffing her throat, scenting her. Already she was starting to change, adapt to his bite. He could smell his claim on her—a claim bound by blood, saliva, and semen.
He shuddered with the glory of it.
She was his.
At last.
God, it had felt like a lifetime had passed since he’d first come to know her. Now she was his, forever. He knew two lifetimes could pass, and he would still feel this dazed wonder at having her in his world again.
A shudder wracked him, a final one, and he slumped over her, taking care to put his weight on the forearms he’d stacked either side of her head.
With every inhalation, he scented her and him, their united essences gathering within her.
No one, not even the weakest of Shifters, would be able to miss her scent, that of a claimed woman.
He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her throat which was already starting to heal from his bite. That coppery tang of blood was still in the air, and so was his sweat from the control he’d had to maintain as he’d taken her, claimed her as his own.
How he’d done it, Mundo wasn’t sure. She’d taken an age to acclimate to his size. She’d been as tight as a virgin, and his cock had nearly expired from the pressure of her clutching, clinging walls. But she’d been so hot, so wet, that it would have been a joyous death.
He grinned weakly at the thought then nuzzled his forehead against hers.
He’d fucked her until she’d passed out.
Unsure if that was common when it came time to claim a mate, he decided it wasn’t and started to preen with pride.
He’d pleasured her so much that she had fainted.
His grin grew stronger, but then her scent changed again and his grin disappeared.
He gulped, lifted himse
lf off her as carefully as he could—wincing when she moaned as he pulled his cock from her still clinging pussy. She wriggled a little on the covers but then settled down once she was comfortable. He was tempted to cover her with the duvet, wrap her up in the half she wasn’t lying on, but he needed to investigate the change in her scent and why it was so extreme.
It shouldn’t have altered the way it had so abruptly.
The Shifter books had it wrong. Shifters couldn’t scent when a woman was fertile but could just about scent when a woman was horny. What they could scent, without a doubt, was a pregnant woman.
And his mate, the woman he’d only made love to once, and only minutes before, was pregnant.
He gulped again, got onto his hands and knees, and started sniffing around her belly and pussy. If she woke up and saw him, she’d think he was a pervert or something, but he needed to know if his nose was wrong—if his senses were going haywire.
But no. As he shoved his nose in the slight indent at her belly just beneath her navel, he could scent another essence, a burgeoning one but powerful in itself.
He frowned and tried to think back to the last pregnant mate he’d known, but it had been so long ago, and he could barely remember the last time his mother had been pregnant.
She’d seemed to be carrying for an age, then suddenly, she’d miscarried. All he’d really known at that time was the relationship between his mother and father had deteriorated, their arguments becoming worse than ever as both struggled to cope with the loss of their child.
Because of the emotional misery of the time, he couldn’t even remember the scent his mother had exuded, and he wasn’t sure if the change in Christie’s scent truly meant she was pregnant. But, and it was a huge but, there was no way of mistaking this essence that was growing ever stronger beneath his very nose.
Not only was it gaining in power, it was so very different and yet, so very similar to that of his and Christie’s, that Mundo realized he was right—had been right all along.
Christie was carrying their babe.
He gulped again.
Was he ready to be a father? Or maybe the better question should be, would he ever be ready?
A grimace twisted his mouth at the thought. He highly doubted that any guy was ready to become a dad, but they still did it.
He’d expected years and years with his mate. Time alone that they could learn to know each other, come to be each other’s everything before they made the mutual decision to get pregnant.
Instead, he’d fucked up on their very first go.
He tried to comfort himself that there was nothing he could have done to have prevented this from happening. During the mating claim, they couldn’t wear condoms, and if the female was on a contraceptive, the power of the bond would decimate its power anyway.
Mundo had simply never heard of a couple getting pregnant the first time during their mating bond.
He sucked in a breath, wondering how the fuck he was going to tell Christie she was going to be a mom when she’d only just come to terms with being a mate to a bear Shifter.
Fuck. When it rained, it poured.
And as that gloomy thought crossed his mind, a huge grin widened his jaw.
Fuck it.
They weren’t ready, but he didn’t care.
James ‘Mundo’ Aston was going to be a father.
***
“She’s been out of it for three hours now, man. Are you sure that’s normal?”
Mundo jiggled his feet as nervous agitation filled him. The sound of the buckles on his boots clinking was an irritating distraction that he ignored as he cracked his knuckles.
Major let out a long-suffering sigh. As their healer, he was the go-to guy, but Mundo had yet to let him in the bedroom.
“I’d check her over if you’d just let me in there,” he groused. “I thought you were supposed to be less possessive once the claim was staked.”
Mundo snarled. Well, it was his bear doing the snarling—an agitated and riled up bear that was soon to have a cub with his very new mate.
Major’s brows rose but he lifted his hands in surrender. Mirroring Mundo’s posture, he sank to the floor, put his back to the wall, raised his knees and rested his hands on them. Unlike Mundo, he was still, whereas the newly mated male was fidgeting like a puppy.
“What’s going on, man?” Major asked carefully, sensing as well as smelling how close Mundo’s bear was to the surface.
Hell, the animal’s presence was why he was fidgeting like crazy. His skin felt too small. The need to shift pressed at him, but the beast was also desperate to stay close to his mate.
The contradictory needs made him want to pull his hair out.
“She’s not woken up yet, Major, not since I claimed her. I was kind of proud of myself. Figured it was a big deal, ya know? But now she’s not waking up. What if she never wakes up?”
Mundo frowned. “I think everyone’s different. Annette passed out, but we can’t take her into consideration because no sooner was she claimed than she got shot.” He grimaced at the memory. “I think she’s just healing, Mundo. Whatever’s going on is happening for a reason. You know that. The Goddesses wouldn’t have gifted her to you if they were going to take her away.”
Mundo bit his lip. “You know they can be bitter and twisted,” he whispered the treacherous words on a low hiss.
“They can be cruel,” Major concurred. “But only if you do them wrong. Have you done them wrong?”
Mundo ran a hand over his head. “I don’t think so, but I don’t know, do I? I might have offended them, and they’re taking that offense out on Christie.” A keening cry escaped him. “I can’t... I won’t be able to cope if they take her from me, Major.”
Having never seen his brother so distraught, Major was at a loss, and then Mars appeared, a slash of concern puckering his brow. “What’s going on?”
“Mundo claimed Christie and she passed out after, but she’s still not woken up.”
Mars slouched down beside Mundo and said, “Don’t worry about it. She’ll be fine. Her body’s just adjusting that’s all.”
Mundo gulped. “I think she’s pregnant.” At the other men’s surprise, he cleared his throat. “That’s bullshit. I know she’s pregnant.”
Silence was his only reply until Major whispered, “How do you know?”
Mars sniffed. “Isn’t it fucking obvious? He scented the change. Christ, Major.”
The other man scowled. “We’re all allowed to ask dumbass questions in situations like this, Prez. Fuck, I’m in shock. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a female getting pregnant during the claiming.”
Mundo blanched and Mars hissed. “Way to go, Major.”
“Sorry.”
Mundo waved a hand. “It’s okay. He’s only saying what I’m thinking.”
“If she’s pregnant though, there’s even less reason to wonder about why she’s still asleep, bro,” Mars comforted. “Her body’s changing not only because of your DNA but from the baby’s too.” He pursed his lips a second. “I wonder what talent she’ll get. Be interesting to see if the baby enhances it.”
“I don’t give a shit if she gets a useless talent. I just want her to be okay.”
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