Chapter Fourteen Mates
“Jasper.”
It’s the unofficial mayor of Pine Ridge, the vampire who is everyone’s go-to when they need help. Mr. Minegold’s voice is not heavy, but it has weight. Seriousness.
“Hey, Jakob. I’m just leaving the station.”
“I saw your broadcast. I look forward to the firehouse pancake breakfast on Veterans Day. Do you know who is coordinating donations of eggs, syrup, and the like?”
“Lt. Rockland. You didn’t call just to tell me you think I did a good job of supporting the VFW?”
“No. I called because I’m worried.”
“I know. I’m worried, too. I’m happy. I’m happy with blood on my hands. What’s that make me?”
“A psychopath—or a just man.”
“I could be both?”
“I know you, Jasper. Almost all of your life, I’ve known you. You are the soul of kindness and compassion. You are the heart of Pine Ridge.”
“Nah, that’s either you or Manny. Or Gloria. Gloria is definitely up there. And what about the Fenclans? And have you seen what King Silverbow is up to with this ‘Be on someone’s team’ thing? I love it.”
“This proves my point. You think of others first. All your life, even as a teenager, when teenagers like to push limits, you never dared to test what would happen if you let your wolf free, and you always made the safest choices. Two nights ago, you killed a human.”
“I heard Loretta screaming for help. Crying. Begging. A body hit the floor. Jakob. That—that evil man told Loretta he was going to climb out the window with Ari—hinted he’d drop her, and it’d be the baby’s own fault.
Told Loretta he’d throw her down the stairs.
He was a killer. A killer by inches. I just..
. I dragged him from my pack, and I fought him down, stopped him moving so he couldn’t get to Loretta or the baby. ”
There’s a deep, satisfied sigh. “You are happy because you stopped a killer from harming your mate and child. When I... When I was in Poland, Jasper...” Jakob’s voice falters.
“You took ‘em out, Jakob. Because you were saving hundreds. Thousands. Your wife and children made it out okay.”
“Yes, and so did yours. And I am... I am so happy that you will get to see your wife and child grow up. I would give anything for that—anything but their lives. No, I paid with mine, and I know they lived. That has to be enough.”
I’m tearing up while driving. Just as well that I’m pulling over to stop by Chloe’s Curiosities and see if I can find something pretty for my girls to cheer them up after their ordeal. “You know if Loretta and I have kids, you and Manny are the godfathers? You know that, right?”
“I did not, but I am delighted.”
“You wanna come to dinner tonight?” I ask.
“Mr. and Mrs. Silverman are coming over for Shabbat dinner, so I cannot this time. Besides, I think you and your little pack might like some time to get settled in. Alone.”
“LORETTA? ARI?” I CALL when I come home.
I’m in the best mood I’ve ever been in, honestly.
I had a five-minute talk with Jakob that was better than an hour with a priest or a therapist, I found some pretty earrings for Loretta and a teddy bear for Arianna, and I had the best sex of my life last night. I’m practically floating.
Especially when I look up, and my gorgeous girl is standing, posing at the top of the stairs. “Baby asleep?” I whisper.
“Ought to be out until 4:30,” Loretta whispers back. “I think we’re on a new schedule, but I like it, especially if you’re going to come home every day around two and leave again at four.”
“It’ll work when I have to do the evening news and commuter report. What are you wearing and where did you get it?”
“Well, now that I’m not living in fear, I can drive places. Like to the mall. With Vanessa Kane and Harper. They’re stay-at-home moms—at least for right now. They took me to the mall. Showed me the good stores. I found this on clearance. Post-Halloween, I guess.”
“I guess!” I drop my stuff and trot up the stairs, libido chugging like a locomotive.
Loretta is in some cross between a Halloween costume and a red slip.
It’s more modest, and instead of making her look like an escaped Bavarian delivery girl, it looks like she’s a sexy wolfslayer, with a black belt hanging around her slinky red dress, and a hood that comes up to cover the blonde bell of her hair.
“You look like you want me to eat you all up.”
Loretta closes her eyes and moans softly. “No one’s ever done the things you did.”
I come up close to her and kiss her, long and hard. “My, what a tight little pussy you have, my dear.”
“And what a big cock you have. Is it okay if I eat it all up?”
I let out a little yelp as Loretta grabs me by the belt and drags me to my room. Now our room.
IN SECONDS, SHE SITS on the bed, her fist wrapped around my knot, her lips wrapped around my shaft, and her eyes—oh, those bewitching eyes, locked on mine as she sucks every inch of me into her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat. “Show off,” I gasp.
“Who’s the show off?” Loretta lifts her head away so that she can run her lip slowly, agonizingly slowly up and down the length. “So. Many. Inches. Is that a werewolf thing?”
“Maybe.”
“I know this is.” She brings her head to the side of my cock and sucks on the knot while her hand pumps the shaft.
“Gonna make me come,” I warn.
“Not until you’re inside of me,” she pouts.
“Did I mention that I love you?”
“Mmhm.”
“It bears repeating. And now...” I lick my lips, slowly and deliberately.
“What a long tongue you have,” she half-whimpers.
“Let’s take off that dress,” I suggest.
I love bold Loretta, who nibbles my knot and laps up the pre-cum running down my shaft.
I love shy Loretta, who half-hides her belly.
I love ravishing her and proving how delectable I find every inch, this time lying on my side with my mouth latched to her breast, stealing sips, while my fingers warm her up for my knot.
One, two, three, and then I fuck her with my hand while her muscles clench and squeeze, working harder and faster until I hear her broken gasp and her groan that topples down the octave.
All freshly pleasured and full of juice, I suck her clit like I do her nipples, holding her thighs in place while I wring a hasty second orgasm from her, watching her muscles go limp.
Sweet, wonderful Loretta, so soft and warm, begging for my knot.
I bring her on top of me, let her lead this turn.
Her loosened muscles swallow inch after inch of my throbbing cock faster than I expect, and I can tell by her hiss of pleasure and the way she buries her hand between her thighs to rock against her clit that it’s an unexpected blend of stretching and pleasure, too.
“Too much?” I ask, hands cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing the nipples, pressing into the tender globes around them, making milk rush to the surface.
I catch it on my fingers and lick it off while she watches.
She leans back with a blush. “Close your eyes for a minute?”
“And miss the sight of your spread pussy swallowing my knot? No. You wouldn’t be so cruel.” I pout.
“But I—”
“My face was there five minutes ago. I love being up close and personal with that part of you. With every part of you.” I move my hands to her waist, working with her as the bulge nestles between her lips, nudging her clit.
“Nice and easy,” I praise, moving one hand to rub her while she wiggles and works, her face flushed.
She grunts and growls, and it’s the sexiest sound in the world, a determined, stubborn mate who wants my knot.
My pups. Wants our pack to grow. My hips fail their obedience test and fly upward, the knot sinking in as she bears down.
Loretta’s face flashed through pain to bliss, and mine is only basking in pleasure.
Her warm, wet walls grasp me tight, and I wait with my jaw locked for her to have her first orgasm on my knot (her third of the evening).
It doesn’t take long, since the knot fills all of the nerve-dense areas of her pussy, and my hand never stops toying with her rapidly swelling clit.
When her muscles twitch, and her wail of pleasure crashes over me, I finally let my knot fully feel the soft heat tightening around it, and I give an experimental tug. Loretta gasps.
“Are you getting bigger?” she hisses.
“Uh-huh.” That’s all I can manage to say before my cock surrenders to her heat, buried so deep inside that I can feel the entrance of her womb against me.
And thinking of her so full of me keeps me pumping out a torrent of hot cum.
I watch Loretta writhe, and I study the seal of my knot in her opening. Not a drop escapes.
“What big eyes you have,” Loretta chides as I stare shamelessly at our union.
“Hottest thing for any wolf is his mate full of his knot. Full of his cum. No, I take that back, the very hottest thing is to see his pregnant mate full of his knot.”
“You have baby fever.”
“It comes with a side of orgasms,” I tempt.
“I’m not ready yet. I think we need to wait a few months after everything.”
“To try to have a baby?” My heart leaps.
“To get married.”
“You’d marry me?”
“Duh.” Loretta wriggles forward, stealing my view, but giving me the wonderful gift of curling up against my chest while we’re still joined. “I’m an old-fashioned werewolf-marrying domestic engineering type of gal. I want a ring on my finger if I’m your mate.”
“Yes, ma’am. All the better to wed you with.”
“This is going to get old, you know. I’m not Little Red Riding Hood. You’re not the Big Bad Wolf.”
“But I am big. And some would say I didn’t act in a very good, gentlemanly way the other night—or when I have you in my bed,” I point out, teeth lightly biting her neck. Her pussy jumps, and she squeezes me tighter, keeping me hard and keeping both of us on the brink of more orgasms.
“You’re the Big Not-So-Bad Wolf. And I love you, Jasper Wainwright.”
“Well, you did come to my neck of the woods carrying the most precious little basket of goodies I’ve ever met—our daughter. But I have a much better name for you than Little Red.”
“Hmm?”
“Mrs. Wainwright.” I wink.
Loretta kisses me. “I like it.”
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