Wolf's Mate Mpreg Romance Box Set

by Kiki Burrelli

  "Fine, I'm leaving," he said but then looked as though he remembered something unpleasant. "Fuck."

  "What?" Derrick asked despite himself.

  "You need to pay me," Christian demanded. "I've done at least a day's work."

  "I thought you had…." Derrick bit down. "What happened to your money?"

  "None of your business." Christian bent over the side of the road, his hands spreading the brush apart.

  Derrick grabbed his arm. "You're damned right it is my business, what happened to it, Christian? Did you give it to that guy?"

  "And so what if I did?" Christian straightened to shout at him. "So what if I fucked him first and then gave him the money as payment!"

  "Did you?" He hadn't. Derrick would have smelled it on him. Would have sensed the threat.

  Threat? Derrick knew he was wound too tight, letting himself get too possessive. This wasn't like him, at least it hadn't been. He knew enough about his personality to know that there was something deeper going on here, but he was too invested in the moment to be able to stop and think about it rationally.

  "You want me to pay you? For all the fucking we've done already? I'd give you a few hundred for that bathroom blowjob alone." It was an asshole thing to say, and the second it left his lips he wanted to snatch it all back.

  Christian didn't scream, and that made it worse. He yanked his arm out of Derrick's grasp and turned away from him. "Never mind," he said coolly, evenly. "I'll just find my phone and get out of here on my own."

  "No way," Derrick snarled, pulling Christian up and flush against his body. "You aren't going anywhere."

  #

  Christian should have been a lot of things. Mad, scared, worried, outraged.

  He wasn't any of those things, though. He was more turned on than he'd ever been. It was like each moment with Derrick deepened the craving until he felt like an addict needing his next fix. He shouldn't like it. He wasn't attracted to Sorell and definitely wasn't the type to play mind games with a partner. So then why had he said that?

  He breathed heavily, the air rushing in and out of his nostrils as he stared Derrick down. Neither of them was willing to relent, concede to the other's point.

  "A hundred bucks for a blowjob? Baby, that wasn't even my best," Christian cooed, hardly recognizing his voice. Who was this jerk he was acting like? This wasn't him.

  Derrick didn't miss a beat. He grabbed the bottom of Christian's shirt and yanked it over his head. His mouth went down to a nipple, and he bit it hard enough for Christian to yelp. He licked it once. "I'll give you whatever you want," Derrick said, his hands going to Christian's pants.

  "What about a ride out of here," Christian asked, not knowing why or if he meant out of where they were currently or out of the state entirely.

  Derrick finished pulling Christian's pants off so that Christian stood on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere, completely naked. "Anything but that," he said with a growl that caused a delicious shudder to spread through Christian's body.

  He found that now that he was naked, his body ached for Derrick. His muscles contracted and pulsed, needing to be touched and held. His ass longed to be filled by Derrick's huge cock.

  Christian whimpered at the memory of how Derrick had somehow swollen inside of him last time.

  Derrick cupped his ass and Christian wrapped his legs around him. Derrick had taken his own clothes off, and Christian's cock slapped against the naked skin of his washboard abs. "I need you," Christian whispered as a particularly intense wave of desire swept over him.

  Derrick required no further prompting. Holding Christian at his upper thighs just below his ass, he maneuvered his tip to Christian's hole.

  Christian could feel Derrick's pre-cum, jetting out and preparing his body for an invasion. He held on for dear life at Derrick's shoulders as the man impaled his ass in one sure swoop.

  At first, there was a pinch of pain. Christian held on to it, enjoying the juxtaposition of pleasure against pain. Then he could do nothing but hold on as he was suspended on Derrick's cock. Derrick thrust his hips, dragging his cock in and out of Christian's tight hole. It was too much pleasure, too much sensation.

  Christian had never had sex while being held suspended. The angle was incredible and new, but the depth that Derrick could reach was nearly overpowering. The strength Derrick displayed, easily holding Christian off of the ground was almost as sexy as the way Derrick's fingers dug into his skin. With each thrust, over and over, he was filled to the brim by Derrick's dick. He hadn't even thought to touch himself and already Christian could feel his orgasm building, looming on the horizon.

  "Fuck, this is too good. You feel too good. How am I supposed to let you go?" Derrick asked between tiny kisses and little nips at Christian's earlobe.

  "Oh, god, don't ever. Just keep fucking me like this, forever," Christian said, so close to climaxing his voice sounded whiny.

  "I need to tell you something," Derrick said, sounding like he wished he was saying anything else.

  "No, don't. Don't say anything that will ruin this. Please, just fuck me until you can't think until neither of us can."

  Derrick snarled and increased the tempo. The sounds of their skin slapping echoed all around, masked only by their moans and groans.

  "Oh—I'm going to…." Christian couldn't finish the thought, not with words. Then, Derrick roared and brought his mouth to Christian's neck. Christian felt his teeth at the crook of his neck as he bit down and then emptied himself inside of him.

  That was all Christian needed to fall over the edge. Derrick kept pumping, and Christian felt him swell again until his cock had grown too large to pull out. Christian screamed in pleasure. He came again instantly. No sooner had he splashed his load up on Derrick's chest than was he hit with another intense wave of pleasure. He lost count of his orgasms and their aftershocks. He clung to Derrick with shaking limbs as the other man groaned through his own pleasure. Christian tightened his hold, bringing his face against Derrick's slick chest and held tight, knowing in that moment there was no other place he wanted to be.

  Chapter 12

  Christian moaned, groggily. The side of his body felt cold and wet. He'd lost track of time as Derrick's magic cock did its job. That was the only excuse for it. Magic. He disentangled his limbs from around Derrick, sitting up and searching for his clothes. His body felt warm and loose, like floating in a tub of warm salt water. "Should I ask what is up with your magic penis?" Christian said, shocked at how throaty and satisfied his voice sounded.

  Derrick's eyes were still closed, but he smiled. "Magic penis? I like the sound of that."

  "While we are on the subject, what about that magic ejaculate? It is like sensitizing lube."

  "Magic ejaculate! A band name if I've ever heard one."

  "I can ask Pete when I see him next if he's in the market for a new name."

  Derrick stirred, sitting up with Christian. "No way! That name is—what?"

  Christian stared at the far side of his right cheek. At first, it had looked like a twig, but now he thought there might be a slug on his face…."Leech!" he shrieked, jumping immediately to his feet.

  Derrick stood quickly, ripping the horrendous slug-like thing off of his cheek. He looked at Christian's hip and stepped forward. Without a word he reached forward and ripped something off of him. Christian didn't have to ask what it was. He screamed. Later he would have to say it was a manly shout, but at that moment he knew it was a high pitched, shrill shriek. "Are there more? Are there more?" he asked, twirling in circles.

  Derrick picked one more off of Christian's ankle and one from his own calf.

  "That is the last time we are having sex in a swamp. Oh my god." Christian shuddered.

  Derrick laughed. The noise was deep and smooth. They must have made quite the scene. Bare naked, covered in mud, screaming and twirling in circles. Christian found his shirt and pulled it over his head. It hid some of his muddy skin but didn't take away his desire for a
shower. Preferably one where Derrick was present to wash all those parts he didn't want to reach on his own.

  "Here," Derrick said, handing him his pants. "Let's go shower," he echoed the very thoughts Christian had just thought. They both shook out their pants vigorously before trusting them enough to put them on.

  "Are you going to tell me what is up with a few of your… abilities?"

  Derrick stared at him.

  "Like how your cum relaxes me? Or how your cock swells up and drives me crazy?"

  Derrick shrugged. "Shifter stuff, I guess. I don't know really."

  "What? You grew up in the culture."

  "Yeah, but it isn't like my father or mother sat me down to tell me how different shifter sex would be with a shifter man rather than a regular man."

  "Do they know you're gay?"

  Derrick shuffled back and looked away. "They know."

  "But? That was a but statement."

  "But they don't care."

  "What does that mean? They don't care because they love you no matter what?"

  "Something like that."

  Christian realized he wasn't going to get any more out of him than that. "Well, I like it."

  "You don't think any of it is strange?"

  Christian thought about it. "Maybe at first it was weird because I wasn't expecting it. But it definitely elevates the experience. I don't think I'll enjoy regular man sex now."

  Derrick growled, predictably. "No, you definitely wouldn't."

  "I'm sorry I worried you, earlier. And I didn't mean it. I didn't give Sorell that money for payment for anything. But, I did give him money to help him get out of a bad situation."

  "So you paid the man to go far away from you?"

  "I guess, I mean, that wasn't my intention—"

  "Say no more. I apologize as well. Especially for your phone." Derrick climbed in the car.

  Christian went around, sliding in beside him. "Oh yeah, I'd forgotten."

  "I didn't and I won't. I'm going to make a better effort. I don't know what it is about you. Part of the problem is my animal. He wants you close." Derrick pulled the car back onto the road and then grabbed Christian's hand, holding it tightly. Good thing it wasn't a stick shift.

  "I want you close too," Christian admitted.

  Derrick beamed. "Do you think we could take a vacation for a bit?"

  "What? You just got back. The Jubilee is coming up."

  "Let's skip it. Let's just turn around and go somewhere. We'll drink out of coconuts with colorful umbrellas."

  "You want to flee to Mexico? Why? What aren't you telling me?"

  Derrick squeezed his hand like he was trying to comfort himself. "I didn't say flee. I said vacation."

  "Derrick, come on. What did you want to tell me before?"

  They were at the gate to the Robichaud mansion. Derrick didn't lean over and put in any code, though. He just sat there. Christian turned to him. He hadn't known him for a very long time, but already he felt more connected to him than he had to any guy in a long time. Right now, he was unsettled. But why? What had changed?

  "As your PR advisor, I have to advise you to press your code and take us home. But as Christian, I need more information. What were you going to tell me, earlier?"

  Derrick frowned. "I can't tell you now." He mumbled something else that Christian couldn't quite hear about losing his nerve. He exhaled roughly. "You're right. I just need to man up. I'll talk to my father, tell him that what he thinks is happening isn't happening. Go to the Jubilee. Make nice. And then we'll go on a vacation."

  "That sounds great." Christian was pleased. Derrick seemed to have just gone through some sort of emotional journey, and he was glad he could be there for him.

  Finally, Derrick punched in the code, and the gates swung open. The Impala rolled through the gap. Christian was struck by how quickly the gates closed behind them. Sure, they were meant to keep undesirables out, but didn't they also keep people in? He'd seen the security guards. He imagined it was easy to feel a little bit trapped under those circumstances.

  They pulled up the driveway and Derrick parked the Impala at the top. Christian assumed someone would be along to take it to the garage.

  The mud was starting to itch, and Christian really wanted that shower. Maybe he'd offer Derrick a massage. They walked up the path, not holding hands, but standing very close.

  Derrick's father stood ahead. Christian noticed one thing first that he was smiling. Or at least, his face looked like it was trying to. He talked to a young woman. She looked a little younger than them, with beautiful wavy blonde hair that was pulled back in a polite headband. She wore a pink sweater with a high neckline, but that only served to accentuate her full bosom. She had a black, pleated skirt that went to just above her knees. Christian wondered who she was to make Derrick's dad smile like that.

  When Derrick spotted her, he froze. Christian stopped, looking back at him curiously.

  "Ah, Derrick," the girl said with a thick southern accent. "I was hopin' you'd get back. Thanks so much for dealing with that small bar issue." She gave them both a broad, blindingly white smile.

  Derrick only scowled at her.

  "Hello," Christian said, trying to recover the situation from Derrick's rude behavior. "I'm Christian McGannon, Derrick's PR adviser."

  "Well isn't it nice to meet you? I'm Bridgette Babineaux, Derrick's fiancee."

  Chapter 13

  It broke Derrick's heart to watch Christian recover his initial shock and paste a kind smile on his face. "His fiancee?" Christian's cheeks burned red through the mud. "Very, n-nice to meet you, Miss Babineaux. If you'll all excuse me." He gestured amicably to his dirty appearance. "It has been a long day."

  Christian rushed up the stairs, and Derrick's only thought was that he needed to follow him. His muscles bunched up to do just that, and he started toward Christian's retreating form when his father stepped to the side, blocking his path.

  At that moment, though, he wasn't acting like Derrick's father, he was acting like his alpha. Derrick's bones felt splintered like half had broken off to follow Christian while the other half had stayed and obeyed the man he was set to replace.

  He turned from him with a growl, towards Bridgette. She had a fake, sweet smile on her face. Derrick's lips curled in a snarl, his fingernails sharpening into points. "What the hell was that?"

  He heard his father retreat back into the house, having gotten the obedience he wanted.

  Bridgette's blue eyes widened innocently. "Whatever do you mean, honey bear? Shouldn't I be familiar with whoever is in your employ?"

  "Cut the fucking act, my father left."

  She continued smiling, like pure saccharine. "Your father is always watching. If it isn't him, it's his brother, or my dad, or one of his employees. Don't think I don't already know all about you and your PR advisor." She made air quotes with her fingers.

  Derrick had no emotional reaction toward Bridgette knowing about his relationship. At first, he'd felt only annoyed by the Babineaux heir. Then, he'd resented her. But now, she was causing emotional harm toward Christian, and that was unacceptable. "Good! Great! Call it off then."

  Bridgette made a tsking sound. She was a shifter, so powerful in her own right, but she was also at least half the size of him and five years younger. Yet, she stood up to him like he couldn't easily overpower her. There could have been respect in that if she wasn't in the position she was in.

  "Call it off? Oh no. I do not do Derrick Robichaud's dirty work. You wanna run off with your studmuffin and violate the first peace treaty our families have known in over a hundred years then that is going to be entirely on your sexy head. I'm blonde, not dumb."

  She turned from him then. The click-clack of her heels on the pavement set his teeth on edge. She stopped, and looked back over her shoulder. "Oh, I almost forgot. I'm wearing teal to the Jubilee. You better get me a corsage and wear a tux that matches."

  Derrick turned back to the house. He made it through
the door before his father stepped in his way again.

  "Son—"

  "Not right now."

  "Derrick."

  "What?" he snapped. "I handled it, like I handled the issue earlier like I would have handled the future of this pack once I took control. How could you blindside me like that? Not just this evening, but with the marriage pact."

  His father raised one eyebrow. "I tried to call you. She'd been here for a few hours, helping Emma with Jubilee preparations. Along with everyone else."

  Derrick was going to change carriers when this was all done. "That doesn't answer my question. You can't trust my expertise, my training. This is about you not being able to relinquish control, not being able to give me your tooth."

  "This is for the pack!" his father bellowed. A few of the employees and pack members milling around stopped to stare at them. "Everything the Robichauds do is for the pack," he continued quieter. "From who we marry to who we work with. It's always been that way. Do you think I chose your mother? We were betrothed as you are and we grew to love each other."

  "I'm not like you." Derrick meant that on so many levels. Derrick didn't see a future for the pack if they kept doing things the way they'd always done them.

  "Then you will have to make the best of it. We control the bayou, but we are stuck here. The pack can't withstand another territory war. What if the Babineaux pack teams up with another enemy? We have many. How many more pack members will you allow to be hurt or killed?"

  "Jesus, Dad, none! But this isn't the way." He wasn't going to convince his father. There wasn't enough time. And he needed to get to the west wing. "I'm going upstairs. We'll talk about this tomorrow." This time, he didn't wait for permission.

  Derrick took the stairs three at a time. He was breathing hard when he finally sprinted down the corridor that led to the west wing.

  He knocked once, sharply, on Christian's door and then, when there was no answer, he opened it. The door wasn't locked. Derrick would have broken the lock to get in, but right now, he'd take it as a good sign that he didn't have to.