by Lacey Thorn
I made quick work of removing her other shoe and finished stripping her. Then I scooped her up and tossed her into the middle of her bed. I watched her bounce in all the best ways as I jerked my shirt over my head. I tossed it aside then went to work on my jeans. Belinda was putting on quite the show while I undressed. One hand petted between her thighs while the other played with her nipples. I stood there, shaft in hand, stroking while I watched. She crooked her finger and motioned me forward.
I crawled up the bed until I covered her body, my hips forcing her legs wider until I could settle against her. Her mouth crashed up to mine as I rubbed my crown up and down her folds, coating myself in her slick juices. Our tongues dueled as I thrust deep and hard, pulling that sweet mewl from Belinda’s lips again. There was something about the sound that wrapped around my balls and gave them a squeeze.
I rode her hard, each stroke into her depths rocking me from head to toe. You’d think we hadn’t spent all last night making love in this very bed. Our need for one another was that desperate.
We rolled across the bed, switching positions at whim, discovering what each of us liked best. I think both of us seemed to prefer her on her hands and knees with me covering her from behind. Maybe, it was a wolf thing. It certainly spoke to the animal in me, and from the yelling she did, it spoke to hers, as well.
“Harder,” she panted out between breaths, and I did my best to comply.
I was learning what she liked as quickly as she decided she liked it. She’d issue a command, and I’d follow through until I knew exactly what she wanted. Harder didn’t always mean harder. Sometimes, it meant moving my body so I hit the exact spot inside her where she needed me. I didn’t just listen to her words. I followed the signals her body gave. Listened to what brought out that delicious mewl and had her hands fisting in the blankets beneath us.
“Hannibal! Hannibal! Oh, god, Hannibal!”
I drove through her orgasm, my breath pumping from my lungs as I held off my own release long enough to ensure she enjoyed every moment of hers. Only when she went boneless beneath me did I give in to the lure of pleasure. I held up her hips and pumped every inch as deep as I could go. I wanted that little boy she saw in our future. I wanted to fill our new home with all the children we could. A home, a family, all with my mate. My bellow shook the walls as I came so hard I overflowed her channel.
My hands were rough on her hips. My shaft buried deep, trying to get every drop of seed where it needed to be. After long moments, I took us both down to the bed. She loved the weight of me atop her, but I made sure I withheld a good portion of said weight. Then when I’d caught my breath, I rolled off her, collapsing at her side with one arm thrown over my eyes. Belinda immediately turned to me, placing a kiss on my chest before lying her head there.
“I’m going to spend the rest of my life making you happy,” I swore.
“I know,” she whispered, propping her head up on her fists to meet my gaze. A grin split her lips. “I already saw it.”
Epilogue
~Belinda~
Fifteen Months Later
I stood in the doorway, watching Hannibal cradle our son against his bare chest. My mate was incredibly gentle. He’d been afraid to even hold Oliver at first. My husband was a big man, and Oliver looked tiny in his father’s hands.
“Planning to stand there staring, or are you going to join us?” Hannibal’s gaze met mine, and I swear my heart sighed. There was something about seeing Oliver curled on his dad’s chest. I’d never get tired of it.
“I’m enjoying the view,” I murmured, not leaving the doorway.
Hannibal moved toward the crib and carefully lay Oliver down. I moved closer then, staring down at my son, the spitting image of his father except for one thing. When awake he had my light blue eyes. My mate pressed his finger to his lips and tugged me out the door and into our adjoining bedroom.
“How long do you think we have?” he whispered, making quick work of his jeans.
I wanted to giggle, but I wanted him more, so I stayed quiet, shedding clothes as quickly as Hannibal did. We both knew it could be anywhere from ten minutes to, hopefully, a few hours. Oliver preferred to be held when he was sleeping. Now that Hannibal’s mom, Leslie, and her mate Cain lived in the mother-in-law cottage on our property, Oliver was held a lot. Spoiled rotten and I loved every moment of it.
I’d been worried about whether or not she’d like me, but Hannibal had been right. She loved me. So much so she’d told me to call her mom. Hell, she’d proclaimed herself the mom of the whole pack, and this wayward band of misfits and bastards had soaked up her motherly love and attention.
All thought left my head as Hannibal reached for me. We came together in a crash. I’d barely lasted the six weeks Hannibal had made me wait after giving birth to Oliver. I kept telling him that was for humans not wolf shifters, but he hadn’t bought it. Now, we were back to having trouble keeping our hands off each other, and my husband’s hands were amazing. Especially the way he used them between my thighs right now.
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip to stave off my moan. I knotted my hands in the covers beneath me, while Hannibal skimmed his lips down my body to join his hands. The things he did had my eyes rolling back in my head as I arched my spine and clenched my thighs around his shoulders. I grabbed the pillow and pulled it over my head, smothering my cries as I came then came again.
Hannibal moved back up my body with a low chuckle, stopping briefly to softly kiss my nipples before tugging away the pillow and claiming my lips. I wrapped my legs around him, rubbing my sex wantonly along his shaft.
“You want that, baby?” he murmured at my ear.
“Mmm,” I agreed, ready to beg, but he didn’t make me. He slid slowly into me, taking his time.
“I love you.”
I’d never grow tired of hearing him say that to me. Never. Those three words were the best in the world, though “I want you” held a close second.
“I love you.” I framed his face with my hands and brought his lips back to mine.
We made love as if it were our first time all over again. Slow and easy interspersed with fast and hard, moving across the bed as we switched positions at a whim. We’d explored and learned what we liked. It still stunned me that this perfect man had waited for me, that I had been his first and only lover. I’d never once thought about my mate coming to me that way, but knowing it did things to me, emotionally. Knowing I was the only woman in the world who’d ever touched him intimately, made love with him. I’m sure it was similar to how he felt knowing he was my one and only, too.
He brought me to pleasure three more times, and I barely managed to muffle my cries. I was on my hands and knees when the last orgasm hit me, leaving me in a boneless puddle on the mattress. Hannibal held my hips up while he thrust toward his release. He came with a grunt, and as his seed hit my womb, the vision hit me. I mumbled into the pillow, but my words were hidden from my mate. It wasn’t until he collapsed atop me that I turned my head, and he got a look at my pupils. He immediately rolled off me, pulling me onto his chest while one big hand stroked soothingly up and down my spine.
“What did you see?”
I smiled, dropping my lids closed as I nuzzled into him.
“Bee?” he prompted when I didn’t answer immediately.
“It was a good one,” I promised.
“Can you share?”
I appreciated him asking me that. Sometimes, I had visions about those around us, and some of them could be personal in nature to those people. Not that I’d kept any secrets from my mate, but I loved that he always asked. And he never spoke of what I shared with him.
I propped my chin on my hands and stared at him. “How many kids did you say you wanted?”
He gave me a strange look but answered. “As many as you want. Why?”
“I’m pretty sure Oliver’s going to have a sibling in another nine months.”
“What?” Hannibal immediately sat up and pulled me in
to his lap, palming my belly with wonder. “You saw a baby?”
“Do twins run in your family?”
“Twins?” He swallowed as his gaze bounced between my face and my belly.
He’d worried himself almost sick during my pregnancy with Oliver. Driving me and everyone else crazy as he made sure I had everything I needed or wanted and some things I’d never even considered. He’d tried to coddle me and even carried me around whenever he’d decided I’d been on my feet too long. It had been funny at first. Romantic even. Then it had gotten on my nerves. His mom had stepped in several times to help me keep my sanity.
“Boys,” I answered his unspoken question.
“Three boys.” I saw the excitement on his face stray toward worry and felt the need for a subtle reminder.
“Hannibal.”
“Anything you want, baby. Name it, and it’s yours.”
“I love you more than anything in the world.”
“I love you, too, baby.”
“But if you pull half the stuff you did when I was pregnant with Oliver…” I stopped midsentence and shook my head. I already saw the plans forming in his mind. He was going to drive me absolutely crazy again. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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About the Author
Lacey is a hyper blonde, bouncing through life with her magical bracelets of positivity. A die-hard gamer (she refuses to call it an addiction), she resides in Oklahoma, mom to three awesome children, one mini goldendoodle, and a black cat. She has a passion for life and romance. She writes possessive, alpha heroes who demand everything from the women they love. Her stories reflect her strong family ties, friendships that showcase how some family consists of those we choose, and a goofy sense of humor that helps keep her laughing through all life’s ups and downs.
She loves to chat with anyone and often does to the annoyance of her children who are always in a hurry. If you want to talk books, television, movies, actors, World of Warcraft, prepping for the zombie apocalypse, or music (she loves music!), drop her a line at [email protected].
Lacey’s Booklist
Awakening Pride Series
Their Wild One (Prequel)
Waking the Beast
Tempting the Tiger
Freeing the Feline
Saving the Beast
A Jaguar's Touch
The Liger's Mark
Unleashing the Beast
Eyes on the Pride
Cry of the Pride
Awakening Pride: The Holloways
His to Bear (comes between The Liger's Mark and Unleashing the Beast)
Claimed by the Grizzly
Rumble and Growl
Kodiak’s Heart
James Pack Series
Alpha's Unwilling Mate
Beta's Virgin Bride
Wolf’s Wild Woman
Bee’s Enraged Beast
Knight's Watch Series
Prequel: Beautiful Dreamer
Jagged Hearts
Craving Sin
The Billionaire’s Knight
Bare Love Series
His Bare Obsession
Bare Confessions
Bare Seduction
Something More Series (Previously Girls Night Out Series)
More Than One Night (Previously Jack's Dee-Light)
More Than Friends (Previously What Friends Are For)
More Than I Do (Previously Marital Bliss)
Pleasures Series
The Greyson Sisters Trilogy:
Cuffed for Pleasure
Heated for Pleasure
SEALed for Pleasure
Pleasures Anthology: The Greyson Sisters
The Angel Investigations Trilogy
Guarded for Pleasure
Roped for Pleasure
Arranged for Pleasure
Pleasures Anthology: Angel Investigations
The Foster Sisters Trilogy
Cured by Pleasure
Faithful in Pleasure
Agents of Pleasure
Pleasures Anthology: The Foster Sisters (coming soon)
Stand Alone Pleasures Stories
Bewitched for Pleasure
Hammered with Pleasure
Wrapped in Pleasure
Alpha Enforcer Squad Trilogy
Enforced Love
Love by Command
Breaking Into Love
Stand Alone Books
Chaps and Lace
Finding Home
Grave Magic
Santa Maybe
One Good Man (with Cindy Spencer Pape)
