Chapter 74
Chapter Seventy-Four
Todd
Oh, baby
It’s only been four weeks, but poor Mal is so horny he’s close to literally climbing the fucking walls.
I did start not wanting to do anything sexual because I felt guilty Mal couldn’t. Except over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been so busy—and exhausted—that I’m not missing sex by the time I collapse in bed, frequently going 24 hours or more without sleep.
Yeah, shocks the hell out of me, too. This is literally the longest stretch I’ve gone without getting my rocks off in probably years.
Even more shocking is I’m not the one climbing the walls—all I have to do is look at Mal and my soul feels peaceful, settled.
Maybe it’s because he’s mine and my house finally feels like a home.
But I also feel responsible to set a good example for the pack, hence why I’m busting my ass helping Jax with the refugees. Especially since my mate’s father is behind all this bullshit. No one’s holding that against me or Mal, thankfully, but that’s a me thing.
Jax says there is a plan in progress to grab Mal’s mom, Freya, but it’s in a holding pattern because Marchman, Morning, Dahlia de la Floren, and others are carefully building a trap.
I’m not being told more because I can’t guarantee I can keep the details from Mal. Especially when it feels wrong trying to hold barriers against him in my mind.
When this finally goes down, they want to make it look like Mal and his mom are traveling together to Maine, where Jax’s friend took the cell.
Once we get word Sterling’s people have shown up looking for them, someone will drive cross-country with the phones, baiting the pursuers.
That will lead them to the trap, a fake nest. The goal is to lure the attackers into an ambush.
I don’t know what happens after. I suspect Sterling isn’t stupid enough to put in a personal appearance, although that would make everyone’s lives easier.
Jax said multiple contingencies are being planned.
At least there haven’t been more attacks.
Meanwhile, I drive Mal to his four-week appointment with Dr. Williams. After reviewing the lab results from yesterday’s blood and urine samples and taking Mal’s current vitals, she smiles.
“Everything looks good,” she says. “We’ll take a look with an ultrasound in four weeks. Might still be too small to see much.”
“Can we have sex?” Mal asks.
She laughs. “As long as you take it easy, yes.”
“Thank gawd!” He turns to me. “I hope you have a couple of hours free.”
“She said to take it easy,” I caution.
“If there’s any bleeding or cramps, call immediately.” She smirks. “You shouldn’t throw him a teeth-rattling rut, or toss him in a puppy pile of omegas, but have fun.”
I have a thought. “Can he fuck me?”
She shrugs. “I mean, that’s between you two. I suspect he doesn’t rut the way you do, so it should be safe.”
“What about shifting?” I ask.
Her head cocks, her gaze narrowing. “No marathons. But as long as it’s comfortable, sure, shifting is fine. Sometimes, when the baby’s overdue, a hard, shifted run helps loosen everything. For now, take it easy.”
I manage to fend off Mal until we’re in the truck but who am I kidding? I love him, and I have missed this. Not like we had much time to engage in full-on sex before everything went sideways.
Mal grabs my head and pulls me in for a kiss. Eager desperation washes off him, and while my cock is hard and uncomfortably wedged against my fly, I want to wait until I get home.
However, if I make him wait, there’s a good chance we’ll end up in a wreck from him pawing at me.
After a glance around to make sure no one’s watching—living in a rural area has its pluses—I push him back against the seat, unbutton and unzip his shorts, and go down on him.
He grabs my hair. “Fuuuuck yes!” he gasps.
I barely take him to the root before he’s coming and making me chuckle around his cock.
I love how he tastes, and there will be light bed bondage for him in his immediate future, tied spreadeagled on our bed while I wedge myself between his thighs and go down on him.
He’s addictive. That we were brought together makes me want to believe the Goddess is real and rewards those She believes are worthy.
His fingers thread through my hair and he bucks his hips, but even after I’ve drained him, he’s still hard.
I finally lift my head and kiss him again. “Zip up, baby.”
Desperation fills his gaze. “Again, please?” I gently peel his hands off my fly, where he’s fumbling to open my jeans.
My sadist wakes up, stretches, and immediately gets handed a warning sheet by my logic brain that a heavy session in the fun room is absolutely not on the menu today.
#sadpandaface
Although… I could move the milker into the bedroom. Add the large vibrating butt plug, and I could lie there and enjoy the show until he’s worn out.
“No,” I firmly say, kissing him one last time. “We’re going home. I’m not doing this in the clinic parking lot. That one was because you’ve been such a good boy and I wanted to reward you.”
He whimpers, sounding so adorably plaintive and desperate I nearly give in. But I hold fast, finally get him zipped up, and point the truck toward home.
Fortunately, my truck’s not a stick shift, because I spend the entire drive with my hand over Mal’s groin where he traps it, kneading his hand over mine.
Fuck, he’s adorable.
I am a very lucky man.
When we reach the house, I phone Terry and let him know I won’t be in today. We’ll be okay because two of the familiars caring for the nest’s cattle will fill in. While Marchman pays me for feed, vet costs, and other miscellaneous expenses, I’ve been paying the familiars cash to help my crew.
My guys were understandably nervous at first. Once they realized the familiars are not much different than normal humans, they all got along well.
By the time I make it to the bedroom, Mal’s sitting on the edge of the bed, grinning and bouncing up and down.
The sadist pops his head up again, hopeful he’ll be called in to play, but I send him back to his room, for now.
I step between Mal’s thighs and stare down at him, holding up a finger. “One, if I say we stop, we stop.”
He eagerly nods.
Another finger. “Two, if you feel any cramps or the bad kind of pain, or anything that isn’t normal, you tell me immediately. I don’t care if I’m balls-deep inside you, you say red.”
More nodding like he’s my personal, adorable, delicious-smelling bobblehead.
Third finger. “Those first two rules are in place until after the baby’s born and we get back to whatever normal’s supposed to be. If at any time you don’t obey them? I will lock a chastity cage on you and not let you come until after the baby’s born.”
He plaintively whines as he nods.
The sadist isn’t exactly happy, but he’s not unhappy there are rules and consequences.
When Mal reaches for my fly, I peel his hands off and capture his wrists behind his back with one hand while I cradle his chin in my other, holding him still to slant a kiss across his lips.
I could spend hours kissing him. We haven’t done a whole lot of this over the past several weeks because I didn’t want either of us getting worked up and unable to do anything.
“We go at my speed,” I tell him through our mate bond, and he practically vibrates in my arms.
There is something I want to do that we haven’t yet, and I hope he’s up for it.
I scoop him into my arms and lay him on the bed.
No playfully tossing him like I would have before our world flipped on its axis.
Leaning in, I kiss him again. “Let me get more comfortable.” I start untying my work boots.
When he moves to sit up, I plant my hand against his chest. “I didn’t tell you to get up, did I? ”
More whining, and his shorts are barely winning the battle to contain his erection. Still, he nods, the tip of his tongue flicking across his lips.
I grab a towel and stage a bottle of lube on the nightstand. He watches, and while I undress he’s full-on licking his lips by the time I shove my jeans and briefs down and expose my erection.
Mal moves to roll toward me, but I climb onto the bed, straddle his hips, and pin his wrists over his head to cage his body.
“What’s wrong?” I tease.
Despite his efforts, he can’t squirm against me. “Please!”
I nibble my way along his jaw from his ear to his throat, where I playfully nip. “You want to come, baby?”
“Yes!”
“You know what I’d really like?”
He lifts his head, trying to kiss me, but I remain frustratingly out of reach. “What?”
“I’d like to do something we haven’t done.” Another slow, deep kiss while his hips try to rock against me.
“What?” he gasps when I let him speak again.
“Would you like to fuck me?”
He blinks, his pupils large with desire. “Yes?”
It’s mean to ask this when he’s already half-crazed with need. “Is that an answer or a question?”
“Yes?”
I chuckle and sit up to unbutton his shorts and carefully tug down the zipper while his insistent erection struggles for freedom. Mal wears a half-crazed expression and reaches to help, but I collect his wrists again and put his hands over his head, pinning him and kissing him.
“Stay,” I whisper, loving the adorable whine that earns me.
His cock twitches as I lightly graze my fingernails down his print through his briefs. A large wet spot spreads across the fabric.
I meet his gaze as I release his wrists, arching an eyebrow at him when it looks like he wants to move.
He unwillingly remains in place as I bend my head and mouth him through his briefs.
His cock’s hot and hard and twitches with every movement.
A nonstop whining moan rolls from my needy mate, along with nonstop mental pleadings that sound like he’s speaking in tongues.
His brain is completely unplugged. Yay!