Page 13 of Piper's Perfect Mate

She glanced over my shoulder.

“I believe I see your mate heading this way. I’ll catch you tomorrow. Take that mate of yours home after the run and fuck his brains out, will ya?”

“Definitely,” I agreed as I felt him slide into place behind me. Both arms wrapped around my waist as he tugged me into his body and dropped a kiss on my neck when I tilted my head.

“I like the sound of that, baby,” he murmured against my skin, one hand rising to cup and squeeze my breast. I did my best not to give away how sensitive they were. More so than they normally were. For good reason.

“Go ahead and strip, baby. I’ll cover you.”

I liked the way he stood between me and any gazes that might flick our way. It amused the others how private Michael and I were. While most wolves had no qualms stripping at the drop of hat in front of anyone, he and I were different. We preferred privacy. He groaned as I got naked, reaching down to open his pants, so his thickening cock had more room.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “We can skip if you want. Go home. Do other things.”

“Hold that thought,” I ordered as I moved closer, running my hands under his T-shirt and pushing it up until he snagged the material with one hand and jerked it over his head. I nuzzled into his chest and loved how he wrapped me close and held me.

“Keep that up, and we’re definitely missing the run,” he warned.

“I love you,” I said, glancing up at him.

“I love you.” He cupped my face, gaze narrowed on mine. “What’s up, baby? Did something happen?”

He tensed, and I knew I wouldn’t wait any longer to tell him.

“I had an appointment this morning.”

Concern flooded his face. “What’s wrong?”

I grinned. I couldn’t have held it back if I’d wanted to.

“I’m pregnant.”

“I… You’re what?”

“Pregnant.”

His lips parted, and his gaze flew to my still flat belly. He went to his knees in front of me, startling a gasp from me.

“Michael?”

We were drawing gazes, and he was no longer blocking my nudity.

“Hey, little one,” he whispered against my belly. “This is Daddy. You be good and don’t make your mama too sick. I have plans for her tonight. Lots of plans.”

“You two okay?”

Anthony’s voice drew my attention from my mate. Then Michael startled a cry from me as he stood, pulled me into his arms, and swung me around.

“I’m going to be a dad,” he told Anthony and Donovan. “Piper’s pregnant.”

“That was quick,” Donovan teased. “I guess when you decide to commit, you go all the way.”

Michael ignored them and smiled at me.

“I’m going to be a dad.”

I nodded, loving the happiness on his face.

“You’re going to be a dad.”

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