Page 59 of Redeemed Wolf

“I know,” I grumbled reluctantly, sounding almost sad about how reliable and trustworthy he was. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess. I promise I’ll be normal again one day.” Or not, since these babies seemed determined to live inside me forever.

“You’re not a mess,” he assured me, tucking his nose into the crook of my neck and licking up the column of my throat before nipping at my earlobe, just hard enough to sting. “You’re my mate, and you’re carrying my children. There is nothing sexier than that.”

I blinked at the momentary clarity his bite had brought. “Do that again,” I demanded, grabbing a fistful of his hair. He’d grown it longer just so I had something to pull.

“Do what? This?” he asked, his teeth slightly sharper this time as he nibbled and bit down my neck to my collarbone.

“Yessss,” I hissed, my cock thoroughly at attention now. The prickling and stinging sensations left by his teeth took my attention away from the aching, the swelling, the exhaustion and anxiety. It honed all my focus into the way he touched me, lavishing me with his attention.

Silas moved down my body, inch by excruciating inch, lighting me up inside. He paused, hovering over my left nipple, his breath the merest whisper across the sensitive nub, before he licked across it, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He sucked it gently into his mouth, before grazing his teeth there too.

The moan that slipped out was one of arousal instead of all the frustration I’d been feeling lately. It was a relief, and I welcomed the contrast in sensations. “Don’t ever stop,” I moaned.

“Whatever my mate wants, he gets,” he said, dragging the tips of his claws gently down my body, leaving trails of delicious fire.

Silas wiggled his way down and nudged my legs wide enough to fit himself between them, though I had to set one foot on the floor, the other leg hooked over the back of the couch. It was a tight squeeze, but he was making it work. He wrapped his fist around my straining cock, and I watched, rapt, as he let a trail of spit dribble down below the arch of my belly. I felt it land, reveling in the way it felt as he spread it with his hand down my shaft, warm and slick. He cupped my balls in the palm of his hand, giving them a gentle squeeze, tugging them just enough to drag a guttural groan from my throat.

“What else do you want?” he asked, dipping down to collect the bead of precum onto his tongue. “Tell me—in detail.”

“I want your mouth,” I demanded. Panting, I watched as he lowered himself over my cock.

He didn’t put his mouth on me, though. Didn’t swallow or lick me. His breath was nothing but a tease. “You want my mouth… to do what?” he taunted, glancing up at me over the curve of my stomach. Oh, I wished I could watch what came next.

“I want you to wrap those lips around my cock and suck—hard,” I said, blushing at my own brazenness. Silas had been working on my confidence, both in and out of the bedroom.

“Mm, much better,” he praised, and then as my reward, he did exactly as I’d asked. His mouth was warm and wet, and when he added suction, I was a goner.

My eyes closed as the sensations took over, his head bobbing on my dick, his tongue swirling around the sensitive crown on each pass. “Your finger,” I huffed. “In my ass.” He obeyed, spearing his blunt finger straight into my slick entrance. I whined, because while it all felt really nice, it wasn’t enough. I needed more to take me away from all of my discomfort.

A frustrated whimper snuck out. “Another finger,” I demanded, then “More,” when two wasn’t enough. Between his fingers and his mouth, I should’ve been halfway to heaven by now, but the pressure that was building up felt different somehow. “Come on, Silas. Give it to me like you mean it!”

Thankfully, he seemed to get the message that I was three miles past desperate. The mating bond heightened both our pleasure, multiplying it and folding it back on itself as it echoed back and forth between us. He moaned around my cock, the vibration going straight to my balls. I lost track of how many fingers we were at now. Surely, it couldn’t be more than four, the stretch enough to make me lose my mind.

When I felt the scrape of his teeth on my shaft, it shoved me straight over the edge, and I came harder than I ever had in my life. It felt like I was being wrung out, twisted and drained, as Silas swallowed around me. My ass clenched around his fingers, trying uselessly to milk him.

He sat back, wearing a smug grin, but when he took one look at my face, his smile slipped. “What’s wrong?” he asked immediately.

I hadn’t even been aware that anything was wrong until he’d said that, but it was true. The orgasm had been great, perfect, but the pressure I’d felt hadn’t let up. My entire stomach was tight, and I brought my hand down and rubbed at the taut flesh.

“Um… so, I don’t mean to alarm you, but that might’ve just pushed me into labor.”

His mouth tightened into a flat line. “That wasn’t what I’d had in mind.”

“I know, but this is a good thing.” He arched a brow at me, and I rushed to calm my mate. “Really, this is better than I could’ve hoped for. An orgasm and I get to meet my babies!” I grinned wide at him, but it started to crumple a little when the pressure tightened into a tight band around my body.

Silas stood up and paced to the kitchen and back. “Should I call Shan?” he asked, already reaching for the phone. “I’m sure he can get Pax here in no time.”

“No!” I gritted out as the contraction eased off. “I just need you.”

A crease formed between his brows before he could smooth it out as he forced himself to remain calm. “Sweetheart, I have no experience with this. Don’t you think—”

“I amnotletting a child deliver these babies!” I snapped as I tried to sit up. Destined to be our shaman or not, Pax wasn’t even ready for kindergarten, let alone medical school.

Silas nodded, coming over to help me up, but he looked seriously worried. I sighed. “Why don’t you go get Pacey. That way he can help out or get anything you need.”

“Okay. Good idea.” He ran out the front door, headed to Pacey’s house next door.

Honestly, I didn’t much care if Pacey was here or not. I’d just suggested it so Silas would feel the support of his Beta. I might’ve been new to this whole pack thing, but I was embracing it fully. Pack was more than friends, more than family. It was love.

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