Chapter 14
Stinger
Inever thought this could happen to a guy like me—my girl clinging tight to me, and my pup in her belly. And our whole future stretching ahead of us.
My gaze fixates on Ava as she walks up her apartment steps ahead of me. Her round, pert ass swaying so provocatively. The same beautiful curvy body I pulled out of her car three months ago. So sexy, so desirable. And I can’t wait until our baby swells her belly.
I enter the apartment, close the door behind me, and put the suitcase down. Elinor is out, like she said she’d be.
“You want me to make you a cup of tea?” I ask.
Ava turns to me, her eyes and cheeks glowing from the cold.
“No, Stinger, I want you,” she says. Her voice is soft but clear, and it runs through me like fire.
My wolf lets off a growl. It’s out of my mouth before I can stop it. I freeze in horror, but she giggles.
“I want all of you,” she says. Her cherry lips curve into a mischievous smile, and there’s a flash of something wild in her eyes. Something that belongs more to a shifter than a human.
She doesn’t need to tell me twice. I sweep her off her feet and charge to the bedroom with her in my arms.
I pull the curtains, fixing that little gap between them which used to give me a forbidden glimpse of her beautiful body, turn on the heater, to make sure she’s nice and warm. And then I strip off her shirt and pants.
There she is, in her lingerie, like I’ve been dreaming for three months straight. Her tits are every bit as perfect as I remember, but I swear they’re bigger than before. When I cup them through her dark pink bra, she moans.
Jesus, she’s sensitive, and my cock is already as hard as a rock.
But I want to go slow, want to savor this beautiful body.
Trying to be gentle with my big, clumsy fingers, I unfasten her bra clasp and tug it off.
The sight of her bare tits takes my breath away.
Her nipples are bigger and darker now. Because she’s pregnant.
The thought burns me up inside. I drop down onto the bed and pull her onto my lap, taking those dark rosebuds into my mouth.
She moans more loudly and tugs on my hair, and the sweet scent of her arousal rises to my nostrils.
When she reaches for my cock, I grasp her wrists and pin them down.
“Not yet,” I tell her sternly. She sighs in frustration, which turns my cock twice as hard.
I lay her down on her back. “I’ve got to taste you first,” I mutter, kissing my way down to her soft, pregnant belly. I plant kisses over every inch of it, honoring our little girl in there.
Then I move lower.
I tease her at first, kissing the creamy flesh of her inner thighs, nuzzling my face against the fabric of her panties. She grasps and writhes and mutters my name. It’s fucking delicious.
When I can’t hold back any longer, I slip those panties down her thighs and get to see her sweet peach for the second time.
“What a perfect pink pussy,” I growl.
She squirms, self-consciously, but I spread her wide and hold her still.
“All wet.”
“Mmm,” she mutters, wriggling.
“Why is it wet?”
She won’t tell me at first, so I keep teasing her.
“It’s wet for you,” she says at last in a small voice.
“That mean it’s my pussy?”
“Uh huh.”
“That’s right. It’s mine. Forever.”
When I run two fingers along her labia, she whimpers.
“Wound tight, aren’t you?”
“Just lick me, Stinger.” Her voice rushes out between her teeth, and I grin. I love that I’ve gotten her all horny and frustrated like this.
“Lick you where?”
Just like I hoped, she slides her hand down to her mound, and indicates her clit with a delicate fingertip. “Right here.”
I dip my head and flick my tongue over the tiny bud.
She yelps and her hips jerk right off the bed.
“Mmm, sensitive.” I don’t want her to come just yet, though.
I slide down and plunge my tongue inside her.
Honeysuckle and salt flows from her. I lick her lovely peach all over, while she trembles and pulls my hair.
When I finally latch onto her clit, it only takes a dozen strokes before her thighs shake.
Then she explodes, crying my name over and over.
Shuddering beneath me while I hold on for the ride, lapping up her nectar.
When her climax has faded away, she sits up and reaches for me. She tears off my shirt and tugs my zipper down. I love how she wants me. It’s so fucking hot.
She yanks my jeans down, and when she wraps her hand around my cock, she makes a sound of surprise. “Guess I forgot how big it was,” she murmurs.
I glance down at it. It does look massive, engorged, already leaking precum. Surely too big to fit inside her. How did I not break her in half when I took her virginity?
I’m still wondering that when she dips her head and presses her lips to the end of it.
Holy hell. I wasn’t expecting that.
Her lovely cherry lips parted around my cock. What a sight.
She opens her mouth wider, like she wants to take me in. Christ, so soft. I slide in maybe an inch. Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock and I feel her sucking on me.
Fuck.
She moves her head back and forth, taking me deeper every time. I stroke her hair, hold still, fighting that urge to thrust.
But it’s too much. I’m gonna lose control of my animal.
“Ava.” I pull away from her. I lay her back on the bed and her thighs spread easily for me now, welcoming me. I arch over her and press my cock to her entrance.
She’s not a virgin anymore—her sweet cherry is already mine—but I force myself to go slow.
“I don’t want to hurt you, or the little one,” I tell her.
She lifts a hand and strokes my face. “You won’t, Stinger. I’ve researched it. We can have sex normally. Well, at least until my belly gets too big. Then we might have to get a little creative.”
I grin. I love that she’s already thought about this.
Then I slide my cock into her sweet pussy. She’s still so small and tight, gripping my cock so hard. But she’s also crazy wet, and I glide into her. When I slide all the way home, she gasps.
“So good,” she reassures me. Guess I looked a little worried.
“Sure?”
“Yes! Just fuck me, Stinger.”
So, I do.
I force my beast back, and I thrust long and smooth. Stretching out her tiny pussy with my big rod. Slow at first, then faster as her tiny hands grip my ass, pushing me deeper into her.
“Fuck, Stinger,” she breathes in my ear. “I’m going to—to—”
And she explodes again. But way harder than before. Her tight little pussy clenching around my cock. Panting, gasping, her nails tearing up my back.
I can’t hold back another second. I slide out of her and turn her onto her side.
Then I wrap my arms around her and enter her from behind.
I clasp her tits in my hands, while my cock butts up against her lovely round ass.
My animal surges. I push it back, back, back, while I thrust into her.
I’m getting closer, closer. My canines burn.
I flip her right onto her front, and sweep her hair away from the nape of her neck.
“I’m gonna give you my mark,” I snarl.
“Yes, give it to me, Stinger,” she pants.
I hear the apprehension in her voice, but a second later, my climax hits. I bite down on her neck while my cum spurts out of me, flooding her little pussy.
And she comes again, gripping me, milking my cock. Stretching out my orgasm. She’s incredible, my little princess.
I snuggle her into my arms, euphoria flooding me.
She was already mine. But now she has my mark as well.
The perfect trio—her virginity, my seed growing in her belly, and now my claiming mark on her neck.
“Mine,” I whisper, laying my hand on her belly. “All mine.”