Page 89 of Vicious Wolf Mate

I get light headed as I shoot everything I had inside me into her pussy. All my brain can do is marvel at Mckenna’s body as she continues to grind on my cock. Every one of her curves, every inch of her skin, every part of her is absolutely perfect.

Mckenna leans into my body and we hold each other in this position. I take in her alluring scent again. I start kissing her neck, which is now covered in the tantalizing taste of her sweat.

“Mace,” Mckenna looks at me with a smile. “Are you ready to do this for the rest of our lives?”

“Yeah.” I laugh and smile back. “Hell yeah I am.”

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MCKENNA

Iam nauseous.

Yep. This is nausea. Not hangover from cocktails or wedding excitement and adrenaline. I am nauseous.

I don’t throw up. Ever.

Yet I just threw up. Something’s going on. Maybe I ate something. Stomach bug of some kind, maybe. The thought of a stomach bug doesn’t fit right. I don’t have a fever, and I don’t have diarrhea. I want to throw up, and my boobs hurt, and I want pizza.

I stand up straight and look at myself in the bathroom mirror, giving myself a full body scan. I scope myself from head to toe. I am naked in the mirror and my body is glowing. Glowing?

This is not a stomach bug of some kind. Six symptoms that belong to a completely different condition stand out.

First, I am nauseous, but I am starving. Nauseous without the fever or the runny bowels.

Second, I feel bloated, but Mace and I have been rigorous about staying away from inflammatory foods.

Third, my boobs hurt.

Fourth, there’s a metallic taste in my mouth like I slept the whole night through sucking on a mouthful of pennies.

Fifth, my period is late. I have been telling myself this is stress related, maybe not.

I can see where this is headed.

Sixth, I have been a total food hound lately. Again, this is something I have been thinking was the side effect of stress. I just threw up, and I want pizza flavored cereal.

The quick drive to the reservation pharmacy is uneventful. Of course, I am a big believer in the axiom that says you get what you pay for, so I bought the most expensive at-home tests. Back home in the bathroom I take all three tests. First test, double line. Second test, double line. Third test, double line.

Single line means not pregnant. There are no single lines in any of my three tests.

Yikes!

The need to lay down hits me. Right now. I want to curl up and close my eyes.

I wrap myself in my favorite fuzzy robe and go to the bedroom.

Mace is right there in bed looking at me. He is as cute as a button and smiling.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“What do you mean what am I doing?” Mace snaps back. “I sleep here. Also, I married someone that looks just like you yesterday afternoon.”

“You surprised me, that’s all,” I tell him. “This time of morning I figured you’d be out and about.”

“I want a hug,” he answers. “I want a hug from the mother of heaven.”

“Flattery gets you anywhere with me.”

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