THIRTY ONE
Will
Bella’s beast form is beautiful. Lithe where mine is solid. Strong, but still curved and juicy in all the right places. Her long hair becomes a shaggy mane of fur. Her snout is slender. When she lifts up and slides down over my hard cock and tips her muzzle into the air, it steals my breath for a moment.
Everything is more primal in this form. Bella is no different. Always bold and sensual, at full moon, she is demanding, stunning. A goddess in wolf’s clothing.
She plants her hands on my chest and takes what she needs from my body over and over. Almost lost to my own heat, I’m dangerously close to the edge right away.
At least, if I come too soon, I’ll be able to get hard almost instantly. The blessing—and the curse—of the full moon. Animal needs rise to the surface and the monster demands to be sated.
I’ve never experienced a full moon with a mate before. From Harry’s accounts, it is a hundred times more rewarding. I see now exactly what he was talking about.
Bella’s breath comes hard and fast. She works my cock relentlessly, slamming down over me again and again.
I’m growling and grunting with the effort of holding back. My knot is swollen at the base of my cock and she takes me so deep she wets the huge bulge with her slick.
It’s dripping from her pussy, wetting my knot and my balls. The smell as she fucks me is intensely sweet and musky. Rich with desire and love.
I wish I could tell her all the things I’m thinking in this moment. Instead, I let my paws roam over her body, treasuring her new shape, learning her new curves.
I try to show her without words that I appreciate every inch just as much as I ever have.
She doesn’t tire in this form, but I can see she’s struggling to find what she needs. Luckily, I’m pretty sure I know what that is.
Flipping us, I wrestle her into the leaves and dirt and pin her down so I can take over.
She fights me, though. A shifter now, too, she’s stronger. I growl and nip playfully at her long ears and lick at her elegant muzzle.
She breaks free, hooking a leg around to flip us again, until once more she’s on top. This time she lets her beast loose. Claws bite into my flesh even through my thick fur.
Bella lets out a low keening noise as she reaches her crest.
Then she drops her head and sinks her teeth into my neck as she comes around my cock for a long, clamping bite.
Her pussy grips me tight. Her whole body shakes. The pain in my neck intensifies, but it only milks the seed from my tight, aching balls.
Finally, she releases her jaws. With her head still buried in my neck, she growls into my ear, “Mine.”
That’s what does it for me.
Of course, it is.
There is nothing in this world I want more than to belong to the most beautiful woman, the most divine wolf I’ve ever known.
I spill, releasing myself deep inside her, holding her down until she’s completely plugged with my fat knot.
Then as we both come down from the intensity of our orgasms, I stroke her back and her ears. And I tell her as best I can how beautiful she is.
My Bella. My mate.
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7 Months Later
My hand traces the rounded curve of Bella’s swollen belly as she lays in my lap reading. Her legs are hooked over the arm of the park bench. Her Birkenstocks are discarded on the grass beside us.
The sun is warm on my back, the birds tweet softly in the bushes, and we have the garden more or less to ourselves, save for one older couple walking slowly arm in arm.
Bella sighs, closes her book, and tilts her head so she can look up at me and smile. “This would make a really good film.”
“Oh, yeah?” I turn my head to read the title, A Toast To Love, a sentient object romance between a toaster and its kettle.
She holds her serious expression for another beat and then breaks into an enormous grin. “Such a poignant love story.”
I can’t hold back my laughter. “Oh? And what did you like best?”
She’s about to answer when a ripple beneath my palm makes us both jump.
“Did you feel that?”
“Was that—”
We stare at each other. It happens again. The ripple bursts from beneath her skin to push at my hand.
The baby. Our baby.
“Do it again, little one,” I whisper.
Bella is frozen. We’re both holding our breath.
Nothing.
“It won’t be long now.” Her hand covers mine. “And then we’ll get to meet her.”
We’re silent for a while. The wind whips the leaves on the grass to blow across my shoes, and a cloud passes in front of the sun.
“Do you need to check up on Ian?” Bella asks eventually.
“No. I think I finally trust that he’s got this covered. Anyway, Candy said she would drop in, and make sure he hasn’t given away all the sale stock or something later this afternoon. She’s good for him.”
Bella chuckles. “And he’s good for her. Have you seen how happy she’s been lately?”
I grumble, but she’s right. I can’t deny that my cold-blooded accidental lodger has made my sister happier than any of her ex-boyfriends.
Bella stretches and I help her sit up. Moving around isn’t as easy for her now her belly is getting rounder. Her poor feet have been so swollen she can’t wear anything except the Birkenstocks or flip flops. She takes it well, though. Never complains.
“You’re going to be a wonderful mother,” I say.
She smiles. “Do you really think so? I’m worried I’ll be away too often or too busy.”
I shrug. “Don’t be. We can afford for you not to work for a while.”
We’re walking home hand in hand in the cooling afternoon light when she squeezes my hand. “You know, once upon a time, I would have been worried about what people might say about me, or that I might not get chosen for the next role.”
“And now?”
“I just don’t care. Somehow, it doesn’t seem as important to me as it once did.”
This makes me smile. I’m so proud of the way she’s fought to overcome the black cloud that sometimes used to overshadow her.
“Don’t get me wrong. I still worry and I get down. I worry that I’ll get sick again or that I won’t cope with being a mom, but the difference is I know I’ve got you.”
“You do.”
She leans her head against my shoulder. “And I know you’ll be there no matter what.”
“I will, but I think it’s more than that, isn’t it?”
“Mmm?”
“I think you’ve found it in yourself to let go of those things. I don’t think it was me at all.”
She squeezes my hand. “Maybe. Maybe it’s my wolf. In which case I have you to thank for it. So either way. Thank you.”
We’re quiet the rest of the way home. I love moments like these when we let our wolves inside have a little more control, and let the unspoken messages say everything we need.
There’s a message in the tiny scar on her neck, in the way we’re both covered in each other’s scent.
Most of all, there’s a message in her smaller hand in mine and the contented sigh she lets out as we step through the door of our small terrace house on Portobello Road and come home.
THE END