Page 57 of Claiming Xan
“We should go swimming!” I suggested, looking up at River with a bright smile. It might be the last chance I got to swim for a long while, unless I could convince Mom or one of my sisters to watch the baby so I could venture out to the lake with River next summer.
“Xan.” River huffed. “The nights have been chilly. The water’ll be cold as hell.”
“We’ll be fine,” I retorted.
“And what about the baby?” He poked me lightly in the stomach.
I laughed. “Aww, you’re worried about us? That’s so sweet. The baby will be fine. Promise.” I jumped to my feet and pulled my shirt off over my head. “C’mon, my big, strong Alpha. Come swim!”
Toeing off my sneakers, I took off running towards the waters edge and splashed in—and immediately shrieked as the icy water nipped at my warm skin.
“OH MY GOD! It’s cold!” I cried out, laughing all the while.
“I told you!” But River was right behind me, crashing into the lake as well. We laughed and flailed around, splashing at each other, ducking beneath the water’s surface to avoid being sprayed in the face.
River swam up to me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body against my skin. He cupped my neck and kissed me. Feeling ornery, I splashed him and giggled when he sputtered for air.
We swam around for awhile, just floating and bobbing together in the shallows, our wet skin sliding together every so often.
I hated to admit it, but River was right—the waterwascold and I was getting chilly. I sidled up to him and wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to my mate like a little spider monkey. River treaded water, his hands supporting my hips as our lips locked once more.
“Finally had enough?” he asked, raising a brow.
“We didn’t bring towels.”
“I’ve got an idea.”
Coming out of the lake, the air nipped at our bare, wet skin. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself as River began gathering up all of our things and shoving our clothes and the blanket inside the picnic basket. I tilted my head, confused, as he took off towards the tree line instead of the parking lot.
He tucked the basket beneath a bush, out of plain sight, and then shifted right in front of me. He turned to look over his shoulder like, “What are you waiting for, dummy?” and I laughed out loud.
There was more than one way to skin a cat, as the saying went. It was still early enough into my pregnancy that I could safely shift. It started getting sketchy after your fourth month, and was not generally recommended past the second trimester.
Once I’d shifted, we ran back home together on four paws instead of two feet. My wolven pelt kept me warm enough, until we could climb into a hot shower to wash off the lake’s chill.
The minute River was naked, I pounced. I plastered myself against him, pinning him against the wall. “God, I want you inside me. These hormones make me so damn horny.Fuck.”
River growled and flipped us, so that I was the one pressed up against the tile. I shuddered and reached for him, even as his lips crashed into mine, kissing me so hard it almost hurt—but it wassucha good hurt.
Our mouths moved together, tongues tangling and sliding and tasting. I nipped at his bottom lip, tugging it into my mouth. He moaned and pinched my nipples, tweaking them between his thumb and forefingers.
My head dropped back against the wall. I bared my neck to him and River attacked it with hungry, suckling kisses. As his lips latched on, over my mating mark, my whole body shook, my cock twitching and leaking.
I pushed him back and fumbled for the lube we kept stashed behind the conditioner bottle. I shoved it into River’s hand, then turned around to present my ass, both of my hands flat against the shower wall.
“Damn, baby,” River uttered, soft, reverent.
He fingered me, gently but quickly. He knew how I liked it by now, but we were both so keyed up. My moan echoed off the tile as River’s cock replaced his fingers, his thickness sliding inside of me, filling me with bliss.
I panted, my forehead thunking against the wall. “Oh, fuck, Riv…”
“Feel good?” River rumbled back, kissing the bend of my shoulder as our bodies fully connected as one.
“So good,” I exhaled. “Always so good.”
“Gonna make it better,” he promised as he grasped my hips and pulled out, then stroked back in. Each thrust was a little harder, and it wasn’t long until I was coming undone as he struck home again and again.
I shuddered, cum splattering the wet tiles and my whole body clenching in waves. River’s knot stretched me wide open as he ground himself against my hips almost desperately.
