Page 27 of Hunted

We grind together, our temperature rising as we fill the room with the sounds of our pleasure.

His hand tightens on my hip and he grunts as he picks up the pace.

I shatter.

Mack follows soon after, pressing his mouth to the back of my shoulder and holding me flush against his trembling body as he strains inside me.

I keep my eyes closed, hugging his arm as I relax.

Mack somehow manages to grab a sheet from where we must have kicked it off the bed and covers us without letting go of me.

It’s not even night yet and we’re in bed. If I’m not careful, I’m going to fall asleep.

“Mack?” I say a short time later.

“Yes, love?”

“I’m sorry I keep crying all the time.”

“No apology necessary.” He kisses the back of my shoulder. “You want to sleep or eat?”

The sound of my stomach growling would be embarrassing if I were with anyone but Mack. But because it’s Mack, I grin. “I won’t ask you if you missed that.”

He laughs. “We’ll eat, but give me a second to recover and I’ll go down and make us something to eat.”

“That sounds good.”

Yawning, I’m falling asleep when I wince.

Mack lays his hand flat on my belly like he felt the kick. “Thumper is definitely football team material.”

I giggle. “We seriously need to think of names.”

“We have one.”

I twist to face him. “You realize this kid will never forgive you when they reach teenage hood and that is their name, right?”

He scrunches his face. “Dealing with a teenage temper tantrum… You’ve convinced me.”

Thumper delivers another kick or punch and I wince. “I need to use the bathroom. That was my bladder.”

I move to get up, but Mack beats me to it, lifting me into his arms and carrying me out of the bedroom and down the hallway toward the bathroom.

I smile suddenly, and he slows as he returns my smile. “What is it?”

I shake my head. “Just remembering when I nearly got flattened by a semi and you carried me to the bathroom before.”

I had broken my leg in so many places I couldn’t walk. An injury like that is practically unheard of for a shifter. I had to wear a leg brace and everything. It was terrible.

And then we fell in love as I’d healed.

“Yeah?” his eyes soften.

“Except I’m heavier now.”

He nudges the door open with his shoulder. “Nope. You’re about the same.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m six months pregnant, Mack.”

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