Chapter 31 #2
Quickening the glide of my hand, I hollow my cheeks and start bobbing in time with each thrust. Shepherd’s fingers tangle in my hair, his groans echoing through the shower.
The deep, sexy sound spurs me on, moving my head faster and daring me to take him farther.
When I gag, he pulls me back, narrow eyes trained on my face. “I’m fine,” I promise.
“I’m close,” he warns as I take him back into my mouth. I keep the same pace, even with my jaw aching from the stretch. “Fuck, Hannah, I’m going to-”
Pushing forward, I swallow around him. He moans loudly, knees shaking, so I do it again.
I feel his hand join mine at his base, kneading his now swollen knot.
His dick kicks along my tongue, a roar shaking through the bathroom as he comes.
I try to swallow it all, but there’s so much.
Too much. It spills down my chin, mixing with the water still rushing down our bodies.
“Come here, Wildfire,” he huffs, drawing me back to my feet.
I wince when I stand, knees sore from kneeling for so long.
The bite of pain is worth getting to bring him to release.
His hands wipe the cum and saliva from my face, rinsing it away beneath the spray of the shower, and then he kisses me.
Slow, deep, and so full of emotion that it makes my legs weak. “I love you, Wildfire.”
“I love you too, Alpha.”
My smile doesn’t diminish as we shut the water off and sneak into the closet to get dressed.
Shepherd even helps me pick an outfit to wear for my at-home date with Manny.
He helps me slip into a pair of dark brown leggings and fuzzy white socks after I slip on my nursing bra.
I watch him walk closer to the bedroom, wondering what he is searching for when all of my shirts are down here, but then he grabs an oversized black sweater from his shelf.
The material is worn, clearly one of his favorites, and buttery soft against my skin.
It drops to mid-thigh; the sleeves hang so far over my hands that I have to roll them several times to make them fit.
“Perfect. I love the way you look in my clothes, and the combination of our scents can tease Manny all night.”
Snickering, I push past him and head out into the bedroom when I hear the baby start to cry. “You could scent-mark Manny, you know.”
“I like that idea!” Foster startles me when he meets me at the bedroom door, passing a cranky Everett into my arms. He leans in and presses his lips against my pulse, inhaling deeply. His groan skitters across my skin, raising the hairs on my arms. “You smell good enough to eat, Angel.”
Another loud cry has me rushing to sit on the couch and lift the sweater so I can feed my little man.
“Next time.” I wink, laughing when Foster places one hand on his heart and the other over his forehead, playfully complaining about my rejection.
His grin tells me he doesn’t mean it, as does the sloppy kiss he presses to my lips twenty minutes later. “Have fun with Manny tonight, Angel.”
They leave, pulled out the door by Kaitlin, who barely throws me a wave in her rush to get to the library.
She’s decked out in her superhero costume, mask and all.
I sigh, burping Everett again as he finishes eating.
My little bug loves her new dads. She whispered to me late last night, telling me how happy she was that Colin wasn’t her dad anymore.
Tears had spilled down my cheeks as she gushed about how much time my new mates spend with her.
Listening to the joy in her voice, it’s clear we’re on the right path.
The one Fate always meant for us.
A few minutes after the guys left, Manny texted to let me know he was leaving Starburgh.
Excitement wars with nervousness as I wait for him to arrive.
This is the first time we will have spent just the two of us, and Everett, of course.
Though my sleepy little man isn’t much for conversation at this age.
I tidied the apartment while I waited. Sorting Kait’s toys and rearranging the pillows on the couch a dozen times. Busywork to try to calm my growing anxiety.
My eyes fly to the clock when someone knocks on the door. Manny is a little sooner than I expected. Traffic must have been light, which is surprising for a Saturday evening. Running my sweaty palms down over Shepherd’s sweater, I swing the door open, a smile pulling at my lips.
It falls away when I find myself eye-to-eye with my ex-husband.
Pain explodes through my ribs as he forces his way into the apartment, elbowing me in the side to knock me further into the living room.
Air refuses to fill my frozen lungs as the door swings shut, but it doesn’t click closed.
All I can hope is that a neighbor will pass and see it partially ajar.
“You vile bitch!” Spittle hits my face as he screams. The loud noise startles the baby and makes him cry. Colin doesn’t care, doesn’t even spare my son a glance. His rage is focused on me. I glance at the coffee table where my phone rests. If I can make it there, I can call for help.
Raising both my hands, I try to keep space between us and subtly back toward the couch, but he anticipates my reaction and slams his foot into my knee, sending me crashing to the floor.
One hand digs into my hair, searing pain lighting up my scalp as he forces me to look up at him.
“How dare you leave me for a pack! You’ve ruined my reputation acting like a whore and spreading your legs for these abominations! ”
Clawing at his hand, I raise one foot and kick him, hitting his hip close enough to his groin to make him back up a few steps. “You ruined your own reputation by buying into my father’s lies,” I cough. Holding my head up straight, I stumble to my feet. “Being brainwashed by a cult is a bad look.”
Fury pinches his face as he raises a fist to swing at me, but he stops himself, finally noticing Everett’s wailing.
His eyes lock on the baby swing, lips twisting into a smirk that makes my stomach sink.
“You know, we wouldn’t be in this situation if the monstrosity you call your sister knew her place.
She had to stick her fucking nose in your father’s business and get him arrested.
I’ve spent weeks tracking down all of his prominent backers and fighting to get them to see reason.
Those cowards refuse to do anything to help him get out of the bogus charges those idiots at the FCDA have charged him with. ”
His attention swings back to me, eyes narrowing as he takes a menacing step my way. “Let’s make a deal. I know my parents are going to win custody of our kids when you go to trial. I mean, who would ever side with a pack whore over a child’s loving, monogamous Beta grandparents?”
He’s delusional! And he doesn’t know their case has already been dismissed.
“I’m going to take my son, raise him to become a proper Montgomery heir, and in exchange, I’ll let you keep your filthy Omega sister and the first brat you bore for me.”
Something cold slithers through my veins, stealing the fear from my body. I stand straight, shoulders square, and hands clenched at my side. I will never let him have my children. He’ll have to kill me to take them, and I’m not going down without a fight.