Wolf's Mate Mpreg Romance Box Set

by Kiki Burrelli

  "What happened today, it can't happen again, Sorell. I need you to prove to me that you trust my choices. But also to know that the selfish choices I make are for the greater good. Thank God there wasn't anything wrong with Serena Ann, I wouldn't have been able to concentrate on helping her with you outside getting shot at by them."

  Sorell had never thought of it that way.

  "My commands aren't arbitrary, Sorell. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Felix. I'm sor—"

  "Stop apologizing," he whispered the command. "Show me." Felix slid a single finger down Sorell's back from neck to the top of his crevice. Goosebumps popped up as Felix followed his spine. He moved in front of Sorell, naked as well, his dick jutting out from his body. "Open your mouth."

  Sorell obeyed, but the angle caught him off guard. He wasn't able to use his normal techniques to swallow Felix's cock. It made him feel a little awkward, trying to strain his neck up to get the right angle and yet Felix was unapologetic as he grabbed handfuls of Sorell's hair, urging his mouth further down. Sorell realized that was part of the point. Felix didn't want him on his game, he wanted him a little out of his element and when Sorell's nose tickled against the trimmed hairs at Felix's groin he gagged and coughed, tears springing to his eyes. He tried to look up at Felix to show him that this was what he wanted from his mate, this was what he wanted to be able to give his mate.

  "Yes, Sorell, let me use you," Felix rumbled, fucking his face more urgently.

  Without warning, Felix pulled him off and turned away. When he came back he tossed a few items on the bed in front of him. Sorell licked his lips. His jaw felt sore from the odd angle. Felix dipped down, crushing his mouth against the other man's like it was the last time they would ever kiss. When he pulled back, Sorell's lips felt red and raw.

  Felix grabbed what looked like a blindfold next and sure enough, he eased it over Sorell's eyes and settled the strap comfortably at the back of his head. "It's a shame to take this mouth out of commission," Felix murmured, setting something firm against his lips. Sorell opened, obediently and sucked on the phallic shaped object. "We'll use that more later," he said, pulling it out of Sorell's mouth.

  Just before his sight had been taken away, Sorell spotted something metal and shiny. He shivered at what it could be. Seconds later, he found out.

  Felix touched his chest and Sorell jumped, not expecting the touch. Felix pinched his nipple, scraping the bud into a hard peak before doing the same to the other. Sorell moaned and wished he still had the object in his mouth. He felt a sharp pinch on his right nipple. The pain shot through his body like a needle. It settled on a dull ache but Sorell wasn't fooled that the pain was over. As if proving his point, Felix pinched the other clamp on Sorell's remaining nipple. He cried out but his body was already adjusting to the pain. Having them attached wasn't as bad as their initial application, but whenever his body swayed, the chain of the clamps would sway with it with a wave of dull pain. Felix wordlessly bound Sorell's wrists together so that he could still hold himself up but so he couldn't pull his arms apart and then he did the same to Sorell's ankles. Sorell heard him step back and cold air surrounded him.

  "You should see yourself," Felix said as if in awe. "Bound and at my mercy." He cupped Sorell's upright bottom and then smacked him once.

  Sorell jumped away from his hand and regretted it as the clamps pulled at his tortured nipples.

  "And yet, there is more we could do," Felix amended. Sorell relied on his remaining senses. He heard a click of something being uncapped and then the lewd noise of something being lubricated. He unintentionally clenched his cheeks together and heard Felix chuckle. He let the tip of what was most assuredly the object he'd been sucking earlier massage Sorell's entrance. Sorell tried to relax, knowing that nothing short of his safe word would keep whatever Felix held out of his body. Who was he kidding anyway? He loved everything that was happening. He'd never been harder in his life and the fact that he couldn't move or talk or even see the man doing this to him made it all hotter. He was totally at the mercy of his mate.

  Felix worked the toy in slowly, it was large, nearly the size of Felix, but the shape of it was different, bumpier. Sorell moaned and bit his bottom lip. When he was as full as he thought he could be, Felix slid the toy in just a little bit more, forcing a keening cry from Sorell that reverberated down his throat.

  Even without his own sight, Sorell felt Felix's eyes on him. He felt adoration from the other man even as he remained silent. When he spoke, his voice was close, right against his ear. The words were soft and seductive. "You're doing so well, my little mate. You love this, don't you? Bound, clamped, and stuffed. It pleases me more than you know. I ache for your submission."

  Sorell thought he might come from his mate's sultry words.

  "You may answer, Sorell. Tell me that you love this."

  "I do, fuck," he gritted his teeth, forcing his body not to orgasm. He unconsciously clenched down on the toy in his bottom, the rounded nubs pressed against his sensitive tissue. "I love this, Felix, so much."

  Felix delivered a series of sharp smacks on his bottom and he nearly lost the battle. The movement caught him off guard and tied as he was, he lost his balance as his top half slipped to the mattress. His nipples stung at the constant contact against his comforter. His ass was stretched further into the air and the dildo already lodged inside of him shifted to press against his sensitive inner walls. It was torture and fantasy all at once. Bound as he was, Sorell was stuck that way.

  The doorbell rang a couple of times before he heard the door open.

  Sorell felt cold water douse over him. "I'll be right back," Felix said and Sorell could tell he was smiling. "Don't go anywhere."

  "Hello? Did you guys go to sleep?" Conner called out. It sounded like he was still at the entrance. They'd extinguished the candles in every other room, but shifters could easily move in the dark.

  Sorell heard the bedroom door open and then click shut. He strained, trying to listen to their conversation.

  "Hey, Sorell's a little tied up, what's that?" Felix said.

  Sorell wanted to groan but didn't want Conner to hear him. Tied up? His mate thought he was so funny.

  "Food. We ordered out, but Luke wasn't sure what you guys had planned. He told me to tell you to not bother with any repairs tonight. Not that it looks like you guys were overly concerned with getting started tonight. Daryl will stop by tomorrow morning."

  "Great, thanks a lot," Felix said sounding nothing like his mate was bound and gagged in the other room. How was he sounding so normal?

  Sorell flushed, his pulse pounded at the thought of getting caught. He'd never be able to look at Conner again. And yet, when he thought past the embarrassment, there was no denying that the idea of getting caught made him just a tad bit hotter, turned him on a little bit more. He didn't want Conner, wasn't attracted to him at all, but the idea of getting found out...

  While he was coming to terms with this new fantasy, Felix said goodbye to Conner and came back in. Sorell whimpered, more excited than ever. He bit his lip, unable to stop his hips from humping the air, searching for some surface to rub against.

  "Look at you," Felix said, though there was no judgment, only love. Felix wrapped his fingers around Sorell's angry erection. "You enjoyed that, didn't you? My kinky shifter. Maybe next time we'll go out and I'll fuck you somewhere in public, somewhere where anyone could walk by.

  Sorell moaned again, seconds from exploding all over the bed.

  Felix tightened his grip at the base. "No coming. This is a punishment, remember?"

  Sorell could have cried. No coming? That was an impossible request and yet even as his mind rebelled against the command, his body, his inner wolf, was attempting to obey. Felix moved behind him and slid the toy out. There was very little warning before he thrust forward, sheathing himself to the hilt. Sorell didn't even have time to mourn the loss of the toy before he pitched forward, his face squishing against the bed. It was the
very definition of being mounted, being claimed. Felix was relentless and that was how Sorell wanted him. Each thrust caused an avalanche of pleasure and one of pain to blanket over his body. He was so hard, it was a miracle that he'd obeyed Felix for this long, but he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

  "Have you learned your lesson, mate?" Felix asked between thrusts. "Will you remember that obeying me comes with rewards?"

  He couldn't expect Sorell to answer. He wasn't even sure he could form a coherent word. But, he bucked back, tied as he was he couldn't move much but he tried. "Good job. Good mate," he said, his voice thick. Felix was as close as he was. His mate reached around his body and grabbed his penis, stroking it. "Come for me, Sorell," he commanded.

  Sorell obeyed. As he did, he felt Felix swell inside him, his knot keeping their bodies connected as Felix pumped his seed inside of his body. Sorell imagined he could feel it, coating his insides. His orgasm was still going on, crashing around inside of his body until it was too much pleasure and Sorell passed out.

  ***

  Felix finished tucking Sorell in. He'd carefully removed all of the tools and toys he'd used, setting them aside to be washed and put away. As much as Sorell seemed to enjoy exhibitionism, Felix doubted he would want their stash located. He'd wiped away most of the sweat and other bodily fluids. Sorell had been adorable during that, whimpering and making a noise that almost sounded like a purr. Felix made a note to tease him about that later. For some reason, this wolf pack hated cats. Felix didn't mind cats.

  Sorell turned his face toward where Felix stood as if his body was tuned in to his position even in sleep. Felix didn't mind that idea, he was more comfortable when he was near Sorell as well. Earlier that day, when Sorell had gone from him to get his bag, it had taken all of him not to immediately drag him back to safety. It would be a fine line that he was walking between keeping his mate safe while allowing him to be the shifter he could be.

  Top on his list of keeping Sorell safe, of keeping the entire pack safe, was dealing with Isaac. The goons who had done the drive-by earlier had all but named his name. Felix left the room long enough to retrieve a bottle of whiskey and a glass. He poured a shot and then sat down back in Sorell's room, watching him sleep as he thought. He didn't want to kill Isaac.

  That was a lie.

  There was nothing he wanted more than to kill Isaac, but that was why he couldn't. The first time had been almost a crime of passion. If he killed again, knowing what it meant, to permanently remove a person from the world as a doctor sworn to help people, that would make him a person who didn't deserve Sorell. Was there anything that could make Isaac stop though? Other than Sorell, he hadn't really made any mention of wanting anything. Felix growled, the sound sliced through the room making Sorell flinch in his sleep.

  Felix was by his side, brushing his cheek and arm until the worry lines left his mate's face. Isaac would not get what he wanted in that regard. The only solution would be to remove Isaac's position of power. If he didn't have the muscle behind him, he'd topple back. Felix downed the rest of his whiskey and then settled in behind his mate, letting his warmth relax his own body. There would be a bumpy road ahead, but with Sorell by his side, he'd be able to endure it.

  The nightmares didn't visit Felix while wrapped around Sorell. Sometime in the early morning hours, Felix woke to Sorell's whimpers of pain, muttered pleading words escaping his mouth as his body flexed and twitched. Felix was careful to wake him up slowly, knowing there was nothing more confusing than the seconds between a nightmare and coming back to the real world. He kissed the soft skin at Sorell's neck gently.

  "Wake up, mate," he murmured.

  A sharp gasp flew from Sorell as his eyes ripped open. He blinked, coming to terms with reality. To Felix's horror, Sorell's eyes filled with tears and he bit his bottom lip to keep from sobbing.

  "It was a dream, love. Just a dream."

  Sorell turned and buried his head in Felix's chest. For a while he stayed there relaxing in Felix's embrace.

  "It was horrible," he said finally, pulling back just far enough so that his words weren't completely muffled.

  "I'm sure it was, but that doesn't make it real. You are here with me and you are safe. Safe in my arms," Felix said, pleased that Sorell relaxed a little after he spoke.

  "I don't know what I would do if…if you…," Sorell tucked his head back against Felix's chest. "Please don't go back to Isaac's like you did when you rescued Frannie or try to confront him, please. It isn't because I don't believe you could protect me, but because I won't be able to live sanely if I am always wondering if you are there. Promise me, Felix."

  Felix tightened his jaw. He didn't want to promise anything of the sort but hadn't he asked a similar promise from Sorell? How could he ask of him something he himself wasn't willing to give?

  "Please, Felix. We'll get help from the pack, that's what they are for. But I can't live worrying that you are one step away from confronting him. Please." Sorell's voice broke with his plea.

  He should have never put himself in a place where his mate felt like he needed to beg. Begging was only good during sex. Felix wrapped Sorell up in a tight embrace. "I promise, Sorell. Isaac will be dealt with, but I won't do it alone. You can sleep easy and live easy because I'm not going anywhere."

  Chapter Twelve

  Sorell pushed away the plate of lentil and salmon salad with a little bit of disgust. He looked longingly at Pippen's cheeseburger and onion rings.

  "Want a bite?" Pippen asked, waving his burger tantalizingly under Sorell's nose.

  "More than anything, but Felix has me on this pregnancy diet."

  Pippen dropped his burger, it fell apart on his plate. Sorell caught his shocked look and laughed. "No, I'm not pregnant, that we know of. But, Felix says it could be a possibility and since he is still new to shifter pregnancies, specifically the early days and detection, he is not taking any chances."

  Pippen re-stacked his burger and took a bite. "That's good, I guess," he said around a mouthful of delicious meaty goodness. "Does that mean I get your beer that I bought?"

  Sorell scowled, Pippen could at least have the decency not to smile. "Drink away. That also means you can have the coffee and all of the strawberry soda and Cup of Noodles, too," he grumbled. "This better not be for nothing," Sorell added as more of a dramatic afterthought than as anything else. In actuality, he loved his mate's attentive behavior. Sure, the twice-daily body temperature and blood pressure tests were a little annoying and he was sick of peeing on sticks but at the end of the day all of it made Sorell feel loved as well as wanted. He'd been wanted plenty of times in his life, desired even, but never loved and adored. It was a nice change.

  "I heard he was taking your temperature every day," Pippen said, a wicked gleam in his eye. "Does he make you bend over for it?"

  "Fuck off," Sorell said without real anger.

  "Pippen are you antagonizing my mate again?" Felix asked with a friendly tone, joining them in the kitchen. "You know, his blood pressure is always a little bit higher when he's been hanging out with you."

  "I have that effect on people," Pippen said, his voice soft and light. He finished up his burger and grabbed his gloves. They'd spent the day patching up the holes in the sheetrock inside. The living room had taken up most of the morning and Finn and Luke's room would likely take the rest of the afternoon, especially if Pippen continued to not let Sorell do much more than hand him things. Sorell thought some of that might have been on Felix's orders.

  Felix eyed Sorell's plate, his mouth turned down disapprovingly. "You haven't eaten much. Are you feeling okay?"

  Actually, he hadn't been that hungry all day or the day before, but didn't want to subject himself to three blood pressure tests a day so he'd been quiet. "I'm fine, Felix. Fit as a fiddle. Did you talk to Luke about the replacement windows?"

  "Daryl is going to install those tomorrow. This place should be good to live in again by then." His tone was guarded and not as happy
as it should have been.

  Sorell didn't have to ask why. While the repairs to the pack house were being made, they had settled into a routine of staying their night at the pack house, staying at Christian's with the rest of the pack and then spending a night at Felix's apartment. If the pack house was all fixed up, that would mean Sorell and Felix would be forced to discuss where exactly they would be living. Sorell wanted, of course, to make Felix happy. But he also knew that Felix would be going back to work in a few days and that the safety and company the pack house would provide could be something he ended up missing.

  It wasn't this way with other mated couples in the shifter world. In those couples both partners were usually in the pack already, or at least in a pack and they were already used to operating within the pack politics. But with Felix, it was completely different. He demanded Sorell's every submission. Sorell was happy to provide just that, but it did complicate other aspects having to do with the pack.

  "I thought we should stay at your apartment tonight?" Sorell offered, hoping that it would clear some of the frown off of Felix's face.

  Felix did smile but then he shook his head. "Luke and Finn want to have a pack celebration tonight. To commemorate fixing up the house and our mating."

  Sorell blushed. He wasn't used to such a proud partner. It was intoxicating. But not actually intoxicating because Felix wouldn't even let Sorell near a wine spritzer right now. Even though, as Frannie pointed out, it was totally fine for pregnant woman to have a glass of wine now and again. "That sounds great," he said as Felix reached for his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

  "Perfect, I was thinking we could shower here and then head over, after I take your afternoon temperature."

  "Communal showering, rectal temperature-taking, that's my cue to leave," Pippen said heading out the front.