Page 62 of Bred By the Wolfman

She’s pristine.

She also doesn’t cry very much, but premature offspring are often weaker, and I’m simply glad that she’s doing well enough on her own to not need support. She can remain with us, where she belongs.

We spend the night there, and I lie next to Dee on the small hospital bed, curled around her. Even as she sleeps, I stroke her dark hair, simply enjoying the sight of her, the feel of her, the warmth of her.

My mate and my cub are at last with me, right where I can watch over them forever.

Finally, the next day, we’re allowed to go home. Dee insists on holding the cub in her arms, though I try to explain the necessity of using a car seat. When we park the car in the garage and Dee gets out, she says, “You decorated a whole nursery for her, but I want her in our room.”

I simply nod. “All right. I’ll move the crib.”

Dee smiles brightly, as much as she can for how tired she is, and carries Ania inside with her.

That was the name we decided on, out of the blue. We hadn’t ever discussed names, because it always came too close to the edge of the question, will you be her mother?

But I think Dee has answered without realizing it.

Ania is a quiet cub, quieter than she should be, but it’s a blessing when Dee is exhausted in the days following. When Ania cries at night, I get up to carry her around, and feed her from one of the bottles Dee has already pumped and put in the fridge. Then, when her crying has abated, I gently rest her back in her crib and crawl into bed with my mate, where I curl my arms around her and draw her in close to my chest.

Mine. My only.

I do ask her to marry me.

Ania is eighteen months old, and Dee has, on our mutual agreement, stopped taking her birth control. I’m surprised she wants to do it again, but at the same time, I think I understand her. We’ve made one cub together and seen how beautiful of a creature she is, and watched her blossom already in our care. What if we made more? What if I found purchase inside Dee’s body again, and it spun another incredible web of life made of both of us?

When Ania is asleep and I’ve finished up with the dishes, Dee grabs my hand in hers, stroking over my claw with her thumb.

“Hey,” she says in a sensual voice, leaning closer to me. “Would you like to go upstairs?”

I smirk at how little subtlety she has. Winding my arm around her waist, I lean down to nip at the shell of her ear.

“Oh, you want some wolfman cock?” I ask her, sliding my hand down her hip to her ass, where I can already tell her body is getting warmer for me.

She gasps in delight at the reminder of our first time together, and reaches down to squeeze my tail. It pulls a groan from my throat, and sends a shiver straight down into my balls. She massages underneath where it slides through the back of my jeans, and I bare my teeth at just how badly I need her already.

“Yes,” she finally says, standing up on her toes to rub her face in my scruff. “I want your wolfman cock, Russ.”

As always, the sound of my real name on her tongue gives me a raging hard-on.

Then Dee turns and runs, jogging up the stairs ahead of me. Seeing her flee kindles the instinctual desire to chase, so I sprint behind her two steps at a time, and snatch her up in my arms on the landing. She squeals as I carry her down the hall, to our bedroom, where Dee has replaced the dark blues with sweet yellows and oranges. There I toss her onto the comforter, then jump onto it, caging her in with my hands. I taste her lips, but I’m so eager, thinking about how ripe her womb is for me, that I can’t help my tongue darting deep into her mouth. She moans, her hips snapping up into mine, as my body tells hers what it wants.

And she answers, squeezing my ass, ducking her fingers under the band of my jeans and fiddling with the button to get them off. But I pull them away and pin her arms down to the bed.

“Stay there,” I tell her, and she nods rapidly in understanding. I remember how she was once spread out for me on the bench with her arms strapped down, and consider that perhaps we should get into light bondage so I can tie her up like that again and have my way with her.

Dee would love that.

First I lift the hem of her shirt with one claw, then hoist it up over her head. Her special nursing bra comes next, and then her rather large breasts are exposed to me. I groan just at the sight of them, how full they are and how well they feed my cub.

But I have important work to do. I tear my eyes away and pull down her loose linen pants next, revealing the belly now kissed by pink lines and creases. I didn’t think I could possibly get any harder, but I do, looking at this evidence of how she carried Ania and made her.

Dee spreads her legs, clearly voicing where she wants me—but then I remember what I’m here to do.

Well, besides get her pregnant again.

I quickly hop off the bed, and Dee whines behind me. “Where are you going?” After digging around in my underwear drawer, I return to the bed with something tucked behind my back.

I wanted this moment to be a little more special, but I know that now is the right time. Dee is happy as Ania’s mother, and we thrive as partners. I want to go into this next stage knowing that she’s mine forever.

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