Furbitten Falls Alpha's: A Wolf Shifter Mpreg Romance Bundle

by Preston Walker

  Wait a second.

  I started to listen to the lyrics, to what he was saying.

  “Even if we drive each other crazy, it’ll still be me, you and our baby.”

  Wait.

  Baby?

  I looked away from Jarrett and to the wings where I saw Emery looking over at Jarrett and positively beaming. She’d told him. She’d only gone and bloody told him. I’d been freaking out about it and she’d just gone and told him all about it. I didn’t know whether to be angry with her or just break down and cry because this incredibly handsome man was singing to me.

  The song finished and the crowded erupted into rapturous applause, practically lifting the roof off the small auditorium. There were whoops and cheers and people cheering Jarrett’s name, another thing I imagine was start by Tate or his brothers.

  The applause died down and Jarrett was still standing in the middle of the stage, the microphone in his hand.

  “Thank you so much for coming out tonight to see our little talent show,” he said. “Weren’t the kids fantastic?” The audience went wild again. They were certainly a rowdy bunch. “That song wasn’t how we originally intended to end this show, but I couldn’t just leave all of those things unsaid.” He took a deep breath. What the hell was he about to do? “There is a man in this audience, a man I love very deeply and I am pretty sure I messed all that up.”

  “Holy shit,” I whispered.

  “I said some horrible things and did some even more stupid things and have found myself singing an apology on stage, which certainly feels like punishment enough if you ask me,” he smiled and the audience laughed. But I wasn’t laughing. I was transfixed. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t move. “Before I say anymore, I’d like to thank my good friend Tate from Frostbites, the best coffee in the neighborhood” (Tate whooped loudly) “And my two brothers for helping make that song possible,” there was a cheer in the audience, “And for Emery Bridges for being such a sweetheart and frankly just existing.” She waved from the wings.

  “Now onto the man himself,” Jarrett turned back to me and I felt the eyes of every member of the audience fixed on me in that moment. My face went outrageously hot, no doubt red enough to light up the whole stage on my own. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. I hated this type of attention. Oh shit. “Brent Bridges, I love you.” My heart skipped, my eyes filled with tears, what was he doing to me? “The universe has been trying to get use together for the past eight years. It managed it once, and then it managed it again, and I think third time's a charm, so consider this our third time. I love you Brent, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I don’t care who knows it.”

  The audience went wild; cheering, stamping their feet, raising the roof with the sounds of their voices.

  “It’s been fate for us since day one, and I know that to be true.” He took a deep breath. “Because it was fate that got me a job at this school, fate that made me a third grade teacher, and fate that meant I got to meet Emery Bridges which brought me all the way back to you. Emery Bridges, for those of you who don’t know, is my daughter. I am unbelievably proud to call her my daughter,” he looked back down at me. “Our daughter, sorry Brent, I’m getting a little carried away up here. It’s fate that made me her teacher and brought us together and brought Brent and I together, and I don’t intend to go anywhere.”

  Emery launched herself from the wings, running across the stage into Jarrett’s arms and I burst into tears. I couldn’t help myself, I was openly crying in the auditorium as they hugged on stage. I loved him so much. I loved him with all of my heart and I wanted us to be together more than anything in the world. And he’d said it was possible. So it was time for us to let it be possible.

  I waited outside the school for Jarrett, Emery sat in the car, fast asleep, her head leaning against the window, drool spilling down. She had run up to me after the show and hugged me so tight and apologized so much I thought her head would explode. But I wasn’t mad at her at all. Apart from the fact that she had saved me the trouble of having to tell Jarrett I was pregnant, she had brought me a night I would never forget. I had a shot at happiness here and I wasn’t about to throw it away.

  I saw Jarrett walk out of the front of the school, a suit bag over his shoulder, a wide grin bursting across his face when he saw me. He walked towards me.

  “I feel like one of your groupies,” I said as he got closer.

  “I would be more than happy with that arrangement,” he smiled.

  “You could have come out in the suit you know,” I said. “You looked really good in it, by the way. I’ve only ever seen you in t-shirts, I never knew there was a formal wolf in there waiting to be unlocked.”

  “I promise that’s the last secret,” he said.

  We stood staring at each other for what felt like an eternity, him looking down at me, me looking up at him, our eyes locked, waiting for someone to make the first move, whatever that may be.

  “Do you want to come back to mine for coffee?” I said. “I think we’ve got a lot we need to say to each other.”

  He nodded. “I think you might be right. Shall I follow you back?”

  “Yes please.”

  We drove back to mine and I put Emery to bed before we started talking about anything. I made us some coffee and we sat on my bed. He’d not been here in over a week but it felt like a fucking lifetime.

  “Where do we start?” I asked.

  “Let’s start with me apologizing for being a fucking asshole,” he said. “I shouldn’t have blamed you like that. I certainly shouldn’t have kept you a secret. I was stupid and scared and then to not call you for days afterwards was just cruel of me.”

  “It was pretty cruel,” I said. “I really missed you.”

  “I missed you too,” he said, reaching out and taking my hand. It made my heart jump, like it was reigniting itself after a few days off. “And I’m sorry you had to go through finding out you were pregnant without me. That must have been awful.”

  “It wasn’t the best,” I said. “But I should have called you sooner. Imagine how quickly this could have been over if I’d have called you and told you I was pregnant.”

  “I know,” he said, not able to keep the smile from his face. “I’m excited that you’re pregnant though. We’re going to have another child together.”

  “But actually together this time,” I said. “You’re going to be there for all of it. The sleepless nights, the poop, the vomit.”

  “Is that you during the pregnancy or when the baby comes?” he quipped.

  “Oh you get one night on stage and suddenly you’re a funny man?” I laughed. “This house isn’t big enough for another baby,” I added. “We’d probably have to move. How do you feel about moving?”

  He shrugged. “You could always move in with me.”

  “What?”

  “I’m serious,” he said. “My house is pretty nice, three bedrooms, spacious, it’s really great.”

  “Why do you have a house like that?” I asked.

  “I always wanted to have a family,” he said. “I thought it would happen some day and I wanted to be ready. I didn’t want to be living in some kind of bachelor pad and look like I wasn’t interested in settling down when I was.” He sighed. “So you could move in with me. Please move in with me, Brent.”

  “I’d love to,” I said. “I mean, there’s more for us to do than that, surely, that seems much to easy. We need to sell this place-“

  “Or you just rent it out,” Jarrett suggested. “Whatever it is, we can make it work.”“You’ve got this all figured out don’t you?” I said, raising an eyebrow at him.

  He shrugged. “I don’t really,” he said. “I just know I want to make you happy and I’d do anything to make that happen. We can do whatever you want.”

  “What did I do to deserve someone like you?” I said, looking over at him lovingly.

  “You need to stop it, all these pregnancy hormones have got yo
u feeling all amorous!” he teased.

  “That’s not the pregnancy hormones,” I said, shuffling closer to him. “It’s just you.” And I leant in and kissed him softly on the lips. Everything was falling into place.

  19

  Jarrett

  The bonding bite needed to wait for a little while longer. While he’d agreed to forever, we were advised by pretty much everybody we knew that it could harm the baby if we did it before they were born, so it would just have to wait.

  It meant that we could plan though and, it turned out, that part was quite fun. I’d seen people planning these types of bonding ceremonies before but they always seemed entirely fucking boring to me. Who gave a shit about flowers and color schemes? Well, apparently I did now. We spent hours going through things and choosing the perfect cake for the occasion. It was so unlike me, but I sort of liked the theatre of it all, more than that, I liked that it was something I could share with Brent and we’d be telling the whole world about how much we loved each other. It would be bliss.

  As Brent was getting towards the end of the pregnancy, his belly swollen, his ankles swollen, every bit of him aching, Jonica kindly offered to babysit Emery and have a sort of girl’s night. It was such a kind offer and we’d so wanted to spend a little bit of time together that we pretty much bit her hand off.

  I’m fairly sure it was suggested by my brothers or Tate to her but either way we were grateful, and paid her handsomely for looking after Emery. We knew she could be a handful, we also knew money could help things feel like less of a chore.

  “What do we do then?” Brent asked, looking around himself after she left like he needed something to be preoccupy himself. He looked a little lost. Here was a man who was born to be a father, who was so bloody good at it and loved it, even on the bad days. Losing Emery for a night meant he was at a loss, so it was my job to take his mind off that.

  “I’ve already ordered pizza,” I said, waggling my phone about in front of him “And it should be here in fifteen minutes, so why don’t you go into the living room and choose something from Netflix and I’ll come in with drinks.”

  “I can’t drink, Jarrett I’m-“

  “Pregnant?” I said with a smirk. “Really? I hadn’t noticed!”

  “You’re an asshole,” he said with a smile, walking over to me and giving me a soft kiss on the lips. “But I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  The pizza arrived and we sat on the sofa all cuddled up watching some trashy romcom. It was a really lovely evening. I loved being close to him. Don’t get me wrong, I loved being Emery’s Dad more than most things in the world but what I really loved was when Brent and I got to spend time together just the two of us. It was so rare; I had come to relish those moments. And I knew that the second he gave birth there would be even less time for us to spend together, but we would have an even bigger family then.

  When the movie finished, he leant his head up and kissed me strong on the mouth, his tongue snaking from his mouth to tease mine. Was he suggesting what I thought he was suggesting? Surely not. He was so very pregnant, would that be in any way comfortable for him?

  He carried on kissing me, reaching a hand down to take hold of my rock hard dick through my sweatpants. He started to pull at it, jerking it back and forth over the fabric.

  “What are you doing?” I asked between kisses.

  “Do you want to?” he breathed.

  “I mean, I do if you do.”

  “It’s been a little while,” he whispered. “I thought we could get one last one in before…” he trailed off.

  “Before we barely have time to breathe because we have more children?” I quipped.

  “Pretty much,” he said. “You forget, I’ve done this before and know how outrageously busy it can be.”

  I shrugged. “I’ll take your word for it.”

  He was still jacking me off and I was getting dangerously close at the mere suggestion of us having sex tonight. We really hadn’t had a lot of time just the two of us for a while so we needed to make the most of it I guess.

  “Get yourself in that bedroom and get yourself ready,” I said, removing his hand from my dick. “I’m going to fuck you like I’ve never fucked you before.”

  He practically squealed and scurried off to the bedroom. I quickly tidied up, making sure the front door was locked, trying to calm myself down so I wouldn’t come to fast and have this over to fast. I wanted to make the most of this.

  “Ready or not, here I come!” I called.

  I walked into the bedroom and there he was on the bed, on all fours, his pregnant belly hanging, his ass up and ready for me. Without giving him any warning, I got down to my knees and starting eating out his hole. He groaned in appreciation as I buried my stubbly face into his crack.

  I held onto his asscheeks, spreading them wide as I darted my tongue in and out of him, getting a full whiff of his sweet scent, getting a taste of him, loving having him in my mouth in this way. It had been so long since we’d done this, so long since I’d tasted him like this and I was loving every second of it, and he clearly was too, unable to stop himself from moaning as I teased him.

  I reached my hands around alternating between playing with his rock hard nipples and jerking his cock, letting him writhe and wriggle beneath my touch, letting him moan and groan and beg for more. I enjoyed making him feel this, really got of on making him feel pleasure. I wanted to make him happy, and if that included this then who was I to complain.

  “Oh just fuck me already, Jarrett, please!” he shouted.

  So we were getting loud? The house was free so I supposed it wouldn’t do us any harm. I was quivering with excitement.

  I stood up and got myself behind him, pulling him to the edge of the bed. I grabbed hold of his hips and positioned my cock against his hole. I slapped his ass hard, leaving a red mark behind and relishing in him crying out. I hit him again on the other cheek, this time pressing my dick against his already wet hole and watching it slip inside. I pushed a little harder, pushing until I was all the way in, my hips pressed up against his ass. I was already sweating and I could see beads of it already forming on his back. I reached out and scraped my nails down him, watching him shake and quiver as I did. I did it again, loving the sound of him moaning, loving the sound of him calling my name.

  Slowly I started to push in and out of him, really giving him the full length of my cock and letting him feel it. As I hit his prostate he groaned, as I picked up speed his breath already started to become short. I slapped his ass as I kept fucking him, my balls slapping his ass with every thrust, his moans music to my ears. We'd never had sex like this before, never been this rough, never been able to be this loud, so I kept fucking him, kept spanking him, kept letting my balls slap against his ass as I pounded harder and harder.

  I wasn’t letting up, I refused. I was enjoying it too much. I was enjoying the sounds of him enjoying it too much. It was all I could possibly want in that moment.

  And then it came, that feeling deep in my gut as I got closer and closer to the edge.

  “I’m gonna come, Brent,” I said. “Do you want me to pull out? I can-“

  “Don’t you dare,” he growled. “Keep going!”

  So I kept fucking him, kept on fucking him until I felt his asshole tighten around my cock, his cum spraying from his cock and onto the bed sheets, his hands nowhere to be seen, still propping him up on the bed. Now that was a neat trick. And I kept going until I felt myself knot with him, holding me inside him, filling him up with my cock, with my seed, with every bit of me, the two of us connected in that one moment, one blissful moment.

  I lowered my body on top of his, my arms coming down either side of his body, my cheek now pressed to his damp back. I kissed him gently, kissing patterns across him as my knot faded and my cock softened and slipped out of him. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close.

  “Now that was quite something,” Brent gasped, looking down at the mess he had
made on the bed. “That’s never happened to me before.”

  I giggled. “Am I allowed to be a little bit pleased with myself?”

  “You can be as pleased as you like, just make sure you keep fucking me like that next time we do it,” he said, taking a deep shuddering breath.

  He stood up and I wrapped him into a hug, kissing his neck, loving having his pregnant belly pressing into me. I treasured these quiet moments with him so much.

  We cleaned ourselves up, the two of us taking a shower together, me taking great pleasure in soaping him down, kissing him all over, from head to toe, taking extra care and attention around our little family growing in his stomach.

  And we tucked ourselves up in bed, him nestled in closely to me, and fell asleep.

  “Oh fuck fuck fuck.” A small whisper in the dark flew to my ears. “Jarrett!” I was being shaken awake by Brent, the moon still pouring in through the window, the heat of the summer evening still present.

  “What’s up?” I asked. “What’s happening? Are you okay?”

  “Yeah,” he groaned. “Ooh, no, no I’m not okay. I think the babies are coming.”

  I blinked. “You fucking what?”

  “I think the babies are coming,” Brent said before groaning again, holding his belly. “These feel like contractions to me.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “Of course I’m fucking sure, I’ve done this before remember?” he snapped. “Jesus fucking Christ I forgot how painful this was.” He glared at me. “This is your fault!”

  “Hey, it takes two to tango,” I quipped.

  “Not getting me pregnant, you fucking me so had I go into labor.”

  I blinked again. “You can’t honestly think-“

  “Now isn’t the time for your thinking and your opinions,” Brent groaned. “You need to get me to the hospital and you need to get me there now.”

  “Okay,” I said, staring at him.

  “Don’t just fucking sit there!” he snapped. “I am not giving birth to these kids in my fucking house, get me to a hospital and get me there now!”