Page 86 of Chev's Mate

I don’t let go.

My bear is so loud, I can barely hear anything over his purring. He’s just as pleased as I am, and he’s making it known. Vanessa is flushed and soft from her orgasm, and I lift her legs higher until her butt is no longer on the bed.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

I wiggle her side to side.

“Gravity will bury my cum in you,” I explain.

I know all about gravity, and this will help ensure she grows pregnant with my babies. Vanessa’s on birth control, but I know my seed will overcome that.

“Aren’t you going to ask if I’m okay?” she asks.

I blink, loosening my grip before changing my mind and lifting her even higher. Then I think better of it and peer at Vanessa over her toes. The bond tells me she’s perfectly fine, elated even, and after a moment’s hesitation, I drop her legs and scoop her in my arms.

I hide against her chest so she doesn’t see how my eyes grow wet and my bottom lip wobbles, but I’m sure she can taste the tears as she pulls me in for a kiss. Vanessa’s my everything, and her trust in me is beyond words.

“I’m so honored you’re my mate,” I whisper.

Vanessa rubs my back, comforting me, before squeezing my shoulders in the silent command to let go. I don’t want to, but I do. She stares into my eyes with a look I’ve never seen before, and I hope it means something good. I didn’t anticipate thishappening, not in a million years, and I slam my fist against my chest when my damned bear refuses to shut up. He’s too loud.

“Did you enjoy it?” I ask, needing to know.

Vanessa nods, and I look down. She drips my cum, just how I like it.

“Are you going to go off your birth control?” I ask.

Vanessa’s hesitation is all the answer I need. She doesn’t want my babies, at least not now. I force a smile on my face. I won’t make my mate feel guilty for not being ready to have my children. It’s her body and her decision—even if I’m excited.

If I could carry babies, I would’ve put hers inside me months ago. I would’ve begged for her eggs and shoved them into my belly the day we met. My stomach would already be rounding, and I’d have their bedroom and crib built weeks ago.

Maybe that’s why she doesn’t want my babies. I haven’t built a room for them, and I have no furniture. She doesn’t think I can provide.

“Chev, Chev,” Vanessa says, grabbing my cheeks and forcing my attention back to her. “I just want to enjoy you before we bring children into the mix.”

I glance back down at where she’s dripping. I suppose having sex without worrying about poking the baby is nice. Plus, pregnant females are fawned over in my pack. I love my Vanessa, and I might lose my mind if I have to endure my people trying to visit and watch her grow. Everybody will bring her meals, and the males will build her objects if they feel I’m not doing it quickly enough. The fact that I don’t already have a nursery is shameful.

I will beat any males who bring my mate infant furniture and offer their assistance in helping me prepare. She’s mine, and caring for the baby is my responsibility.

“This is maybe for the best,” I admit. “I’m not prepared, but I’ll get started on the room and furniture now.”

Vanessa laughs, and I trail my finger down the swell of her breast with a low hum.

“You should leave these out always,” I say.

Vanessa swats me away, but our bond tells me she likes my obsession with her body. I love how her flesh caves under the pressure of my fingers, leaving tiny indents. Someday, I’ll lay her down and touch every inch of her. There’ll be no part of her body I haven’t felt.

I lean in and smell her neck, double-checking that she’s not pregnant.

She’s not, her scent unchanged, and I tap her belly before climbing off the bed and holding out my hand. Our dinner will be ruined, but I’ll destroy a thousand dinners if it means I get to have sex with my mate.

“We should clean up,” I say.

I’d like her to wear my cum for the remainder of the night, but I know better than to ask. I can see the way she fidgets. She doesn’t like having it inside her, so I’ll never tell her how much I enjoy it being there.

Shifters don’t use condoms, but I’ll secure some from Gray for future sex. When the time comes for Vanessa and me to create children, I’ll prepare towels and water and help her clean as quickly as possible. That’s assuming she allows us to create children in the way that’s most natural to my people.

Vanessa practically jumps out of bed at the mention of cleaning up, and I swoop her bridal style in my arms so gravity doesn’t make more drip out and smear against her thighs.

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