EPILOGUE
Honey
I check Gryff’s message again before getting in the truck.
Come meet me at the eco cabins. Bring my toolbox
Uh oh. That can’t be good news. Construction was supposed to wrap up today. I thought Gryff was doing a final walkthrough with the contractors before approving the build.
Why would he need the toolbox?
Well if he wants it, it’s no trouble to bring it.
He must have a good reason. I dig around to find it in the shed before throwing it into the back of the truck and climbing into the driver’s seat.
There’s not much room between my big round belly and the steering wheel these days so it’s a bit of a squeeze. I manage it, though.
On my way, I text, before starting the ignition.
The drive takes only about twenty minutes, but I’m impatient. Gryff has been so busy lately and I’ve been making extra sales calls while I still can, before baby comes.
The long gravel driveway is lined with trees and I can’t see the cabins until I pull up to the first one.
Each of the three cabins are set apart from the others, screened by greenery and completely private.
The structures are simple—just basic modular tiny homes, but Gryff put personal touches on the finishes inside to make them extra comfortable.
I climb out of the truck, looking around for Gryff. He trots out to meet me in wolf form a moment later, pausing to lick my hand and rest his face against my belly while I pet behind his ears.
He’ll never admit how much he loves it, but I see the way his tail wags just a little like he can’t help it.
Gryff pulls away, shaking himself and shifts, transforming after a moment into my handsome mate. I don’t mind one bit that he’s completely naked, and though I brought some spare clothes for him, I take a moment to appreciate the view.
The corner of his mouth lifts in a smile when he spots me looking, but I don’t care. He already knows how completely insatiable I am when it comes to him.
“Careful, princess. Last time you looked at me like that you sent half of Mosswood into heat.”
My fingers itch to roam over his abs and sink into the trail of fur that leads down to his crotch. “I can’t help it. This pregnancy is making me a little crazy.”
He chuckles. “Don’t I know it? And I will absolutely take care of that for you, but first there’s something I want to show you. Did you bring my tool box?”
I pout a little, but I am curious. “When you asked for the tool box, I thought there must have been some kind of disaster.”
“No. Not at all, but I do have a surprise for you.” Gryff goes to the truck to retrieve the tools and takes out a screwdriver. “This is for you.”
“Okaaaay.” I take it and follow him as he leads me to the nearest cabin.
“Look down.”
I do, but it takes me a moment to realize what I’m looking at. The cabin has a small deck extending a few feet from the door. On one of the boards, there’s a loose screw which sticks up above the level of the timber.
“The last screw,” Gryff says.
I look up at him and for some reason—let’s blame the pregnancy hormones, my eyes get a little teary. “Don’t you want to do it?”
He shakes his head. “I want you to do the honors. And then I want you to help me christen them.”
I have never felt more motivated to tighten a screw.
As I bend over and fit the head of the screwdriver into the screw, I’m conscious of a very naked Gryff standing behind me, just within grabbing distance.
To my disappointment, he doesn’t grab me, though, just watches as I spin the tool and tighten the screw.
I straighten, placing a hand on my lower back since the straight of bending over with my big belly is starting to be noticeable.
Now Gryff steps forward and takes the screwdriver from me, setting it aside and running his hands over the underside of the bump, kissing my neck. I groan when he lifts the weight of the baby a little and his heat presses against my back.
“Are you sore, mama?”
“Mmm.” I tip my head to the side, tingling in the place the tiny scar from his mate bite marks my neck. “I am. You should keep doing that.”
Sharp teeth graze my skin and I shiver. His next words come out all growly. “You don’t want me to put my hands to work elsewhere?”
“No fair! You know I do, but how am I supposed to choose when everywhere you touch me feels so good.”
A soft rumble from him loosens all my muscles and makes me melt back against him. “I suppose I’d better touch you everywhere then.”
My eyes drift closed as he does so leisurely as if the waiting isn’t killing him. I can feel from the growing bulge against my back that he’s getting as restless as I feel, but I know from experience that won’t stop him taking his time and I feel too languid in his arms to fight him.
“That’s it. The cabins are finally done and I think my mate is due for some pampering. Imagine carrying around my cub all day long and I can’t even help you.”
I giggle. “I don’t mind it.”
“Of course you don’t, but your back is sore, isn’t it?”
“Mmm.” He switches to rubbing circles around the small of my back and I sigh.
“Come inside and let’s get you comfortable. I want you to relax while I eat that pretty pussy until you beg me to fuck you.”
My legs tremble and I have to follow him inside the cabin with shaking knees. I love when he talks dirty to me because I know he’ll carry through with every single thing he says.
Inside Gryff has made the bed with fresh clean sheets and a stack of pillows. He draws the curtain behind us and leads me across the small space, kneeling to take off my shoes because he knows I struggle to reach. As he does, he slides his hands up each calf, massaging and teasing.
“Sit down, babygirl. You’d better not be wearing any panties or they’re about to get ripped.”
“Gryff!” My protests fall on deaf ears as he pushes me back onto the mattress and hikes up my dress. He growls when he spots the white cotton panties with pink flowers that were new only last week and I shriek as he hooks a claw into the waistband and tears them off me.
“I keep telling you, babygirl, these won’t protect you from me.”
I gasp as he spreads my thighs and laves his tongue along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “It might stop me from flooding any seat I sit in and embarrassing myself, though.” As if determined to demonstrate, my pussy squeezes and slick trickles between my folds.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Honey.” He tugs me closer, right to the edge of the bed. “Now bring that gorgeous pussy over here and let me taste you.”
Gryff groans like it’s been a year since he went down on me when in reality it was probably only a matter of hours. His hands tighten around my thighs.
Honestly I’m so wound up I’m one good lick away from drenching his face and the sheets, but that never stopped him before.
He just keeps right on stroking the flat of his tongue across my oversensitive clit until I explode under him and right on going after that.
I’m bucking and moaning and he clings tight and keeps going until I’m tossing my head, eyes squeezed shut and fists balling up the sheets. “Oh god, I can’t. It’s too much.”
“Yes you can, babygirl,” he growls against my clit. The vibrations take me to a new level of torment and I grit my teeth. “Keep going.”
I don’t have a choice.
The muscles in my belly are clenched so tight by the time he stops that the outline of our baby is clearly visible. We both stare in wonder. Is that a little knee? Or an elbow?
My heart squeezes inside my chest even as my other muscles relax.
Gryff climbs over me, propping himself up on his hands and looking down at me in awe. “You’re fucking amazing, Honey. You’re growing our baby right there inside your belly.”
He bends down and kisses me tenderly then dips lower to kiss my belly again and again. When he looks up his eyes are shiny with unshed tears.
I pull him up to kiss me and we both laugh when my belly gets in the way.
“Roll over, babygirl.” He nudges me onto my side and comes behind me, fitting himself against me, the movement brushing his rough fur and the thick warmth of his erection against my ass.
I moan and arch back into him and he grinds against me, rolling his hips to drive his cock between my thighs. It slips easily through the copious slick sliding against my pussy and clit, making us both groan with need.
A firm hand cups my breast, his other arm cradles my head and then he pushes forward, entering me. It’s good, but I already know it won’t be enough. Today I need all of him, I need his wolf, filling me as full as I can get, stuffing my pussy with the thick bulge of his expanded knot.
“Gryff, please.”
He rocks back and plunges forward again. He knows what I want, but he’s going to make me wait for it.
Impatient, I drag on the bond, pouring my need into him. It’s clumsy. I’m nowhere near as good at it as he is, but inside me his cock throbs and the hand on my breast tightens.
His voice is low and gravelly when he speaks against the nape of my neck. “You’ll have to do better than that, babygirl. You want something, you ask for it.”
Even as he says it, he fucks me harder, making his hips snap against my ass, sinking deep. He lifts my leg to get deeper still and for a moment I think it will be enough. But my pussy is already chasing the feeling of the deep satisfaction I know he can give me.
When I reach for my clit, he grabs my wrist, holding me hostage. I whine, but he won’t let go.
“You know that’s my job, Honey. I make you cum. I make you moan.”
He fucks me ruthlessly and I’m whimpering, hanging on the edge. “Please, Daddy.”
His rhythm falters.
His breath is hot on my neck. With a growl his body ripples behind me, swelling and growing. His hands grow long claws and sharp teeth nip my neck over the mate mark making me suck in a breath.
“You want my beast?”
“Yes!”
“You want me to fill your pussy like no one else can?”
I can’t answer with words. Instead I reach for our bond one more time, opening myself to him, to his desire. It floods me with a sudden sweet rush until it blurs my senses, obliterates the space between us altogether.
Gryff completes his shift and his fur is thick and warm against my back. He holds me tight, lifting my belly, supporting me as he plunges inside one more time. Then he lets out a roar and grips me tight, expanding to his full size as he cums and his knot stretches the walls of my pussy around him.
He holds there for one aching moment. He lets out an unsteady breath.
Then he rocks his hips as much as our bodies allow and that final nudge of his hugely swollen cock inside me brings me over the edge at last, cresting and swooping through a valley of pleasure then up the cliffs at the other side into sweet relief.
Into the bliss that seeps through me slowly finally reaching my toes and unclenching them, relaxing all the muscles in my body until I sigh and slump back against him.
Gryff strokes my cheek. “My beautiful mate. I’m so damn lucky to have found you. Promise you’ll never let me forget it.”
I place my hand over his much larger one where it rests against my belly and squeeze. “Never, never, never. Because I’ll never let you go.”
THE END