Chapter 8 #2
“True-mate response magic doesn’t care if other alphas are assholes,” he shrugged.
“I’m not saying it wouldn’t take planning.
I’m not even saying that I wouldn’t want you to meet some of my friends here before the babies were born.
That way you could assign a threat level to everyone.
Literally, we’ll group them as red, green, and yellow.
You can change it anytime. We’ll make a chart or put their names on balls and use colored baskets or something for when you’re shifted.
I think we’d need help when they started to shift.
I have friends and family here, but you don’t know them yet.
Gestation is fifty-eight to seventy days, if I remember correctly? ”
“Yes,” I nodded. “I know it’s not a lot of time to get to know someone but it’s also longer than you think. It’s that wonky time period. Like it’s long and short because it flies by but so much can change in two months.”
Eran gazed at me for a long moment.
“Did you like the farm?” he asked and I thought he meant to put the conception issue to bed as a no by changing the subject. It sucked a bit but better to have no puppies than puppies whose sire wasn’t ready for them.
“It seemed like a nice place,” I nodded.
“We’ll have to build a house somewhere if there’s even a possibility of eight puppies.
Two can share a room. Eight? That’s unconscionable.
The farm is where most of my friends are.
There are other neighborhoods. We could shop around.
Just wanted to get an idea of where to start before we started the timer on the puppies. ”
“Is that a bun in the oven joke?”
“No,” Eran shook his head. “I think it’s most like a cupcake in the oven joke because we might have a dozen.”
“That would be a large litter!” I laughed and rolled onto my back.
We’d only just met and we were planning our whole lives. I watched more than one sibling, cousin, and friend lose their minds when they met their true-mates but now it was my turn.
“What? We just go and build a house on the farm? Just like that?” I arched a brow.
“Well, we have to talk to Canton first. It is his farm, but more or less,” he nodded inching closer to me.
“Where they’ve started to build now will be close to where my old roommates just moved to.
When you meet Bernard and Nashen don’t be alarmed if Nashen hisses at me.
I don’t know what I did to get on that pregnant lynx’s bad side but he keeps saying I’m going to eat his kittens. ”
“Sheesh! It’s a territorial thing but damn.
You know it’s probably because you’re a single alpha.
Back home single alphas can’t work at the midwifery house.
Only those who have either met their true-mates or those who have had a child and raised it with a chosen mate can.
I think there was one exception, but he raised his twin little sisters after his parents died in a hunting accident, but he’d raised children, so he smelled a little different. ”
Eran opened his mouth as if he wanted to rebut what I said but thought better of it.
“It makes sense,” he nodded. “On a similar note, do you want to beat Jade up?”
“No,” I shook my head. “I mean, I’m not into sharing, but he didn’t do anything to me. Plus, I think Evie could kick my butt.”
“I think Evie could kick most of our butts,” Eran laughed. “Oh shit! I’m horrible. I haven’t offered you anything to eat.”
“Oh, that other room smells like danishes,” I said, pointing to the doorway.
“That would be because Bernard’s parents made a lot of them and sent them over,” Eran said. “There are probably still some in the fridge if you want them.”
“Maybe later,” I said, scooting closer to him before rolling onto my side so that we were nose to nose.
We kissed again. This time, Eran slid his hand under my shirt and caressed my bare flesh.
Inside his inner sanctum, my dog wagged his tail as I leaned into our mate’s warm touch.
He wanted to reach inside of Eran to meet his cat, but they wouldn’t be properly introduced in that sacred space where all inner beasts lived until after Eran and I exchanged our claiming vows.
Eran’s hand trailed up and down my side before gliding down to my hip and moving to cup my ass. I put my hand over his and held it in that place.
“Not to be that guy,” I said.
“If you’re a top and we spent all that time talking about litters that might’ve been the longest walk to the point,” he chuckled.
“Vers, but it’s not that. I’m slick. It’s—I need to hear aloud, verbal confirmation that you’re accepting we might have a litter and I might go a little primal if we do,” I said.
“Can I bring people I don’t care for much over for you to bite them?” he teased.
“Only if you do it before the puppies come,” I laughed, but was still waiting for his answer.
“I think it’ll be tricky and I might not be up for another litter in five years, but I’ve been told what I’m getting into,” he said.
That was all I needed. I sat up and stripped my shirt off over my head and stood up to wiggle out of my pants, thankful that I had taken a shower before the party.
As soon as I was naked, Eran pulled me back flat onto the bed with him again and kissed me.
Once again, I was lost to his giving mouth.
His tongue swirled around mine over and over until it felt as if this had always been our constant state.
Nothing existed before or after. Still kissing, he moved over me and I wrapped my limbs around him to pull his nearly naked body in against mine.
He kissed down my throat to my collarbones.
He kissed across one to the other and then down to one of my nipples.
They were already hard little points ready to poke back when his textured feline tongue dragged across it.
I arched my back, offering more of myself to him as little bolts of pleasure zapped my brain.
I ran my fingers through his hair, finding that it was soft and silky like fur.
I ran my hands down his broad shoulders and back to grope his ass through his catnip boxer briefs.
I kneaded my fingers into the muscles and Eran purred against my skin and dragged his tongue over to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
Eran kissed down my belly to my navel and swirled his tongue around it before kissing lower.
Everywhere his lips and tongue touched me left behind a scorching trail of pleasure and longing.
I’d be a liar not to admit how often I wondered where the hell he was.
Sometimes on my long walks to meet with clients I imagined what he was doing.
I never imagined for a second he’d be a sexy housecat who was a therapist and a toymaker.
Though, I had a feeling that the toymaker part was birthed through the sheer need for stim toys suited for cat shifters.
I wasn’t disappointed, though, because no fantasy alpha could drag his glorious tongue down my body the way Eran was doing right now.
As he kissed lower, I ran my fingers over his shoulders before grazing him with my nails, making him purr again.
The sound danced over my skin, scratching some deep, happy part of my brain.
Eran’s warm breath danced over my hard dick, teasing me.
He placed a firm, promising kiss on my tip before trailing that amazing tongue of his down the length of my shaft.
It’d be another lie if I said I hadn’t imagined knotting him for a brief second when he asked if I was a top.
My train of thought wrecked into a wall when his tongue slid back up my dick and drew little circles around my tip.
I panted out my pleasure, relaxing, and sinking deeper into the bed.
Then his mouth sank down around my dick and my nails dug into his shoulders.
Nothing had ever felt this good before. Maybe it was the true-mate response magic or perhaps I just wanted Eran more than I ever wanted anyone else.
Who was I to question the reason that his mouth hugging me tight was the best experience in the world?
I wrapped my legs around him and his thumb slid between my cheeks, slipping and sliding on how slick I was.
He purred over my dick and for a small second, I thought that I’d cum then and there, but the purring stopped just in time.
My balls were drawn up tight against my body, and I was on the edge of oblivion, but he kept me there, teasing me with his mouth as his thumb brushed little strokes against my slick omegahole.
The proof of my arousal pooled between my cheeks, giving Eran plenty of lube for when his thumb disappeared to be replaced by one of his thick fingers.
My heels dug into his back as the digit slid into my body. His mouth slid up and he kissed my belly again.
“That feels good, huh?” he murmured against my skin.
I moaned back at him, letting my body’s reactions speak for me. I rocked my hips, reveling in how his finger moved inside me. So many nerve endings and sweet spots that I’d forgotten about while I was so focused on work and other parts of life.
He licked up and down my shaft as his naughty finger rocked me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.
Everything inside me drew up tight again.
I opened my mouth to tell him I was close, but when I glanced down at him, he smirked at me.
He knew I was close. He knew how undone he was making me.
His finger twitched inside me, brushing against just the right spot to finish the job.
I howled as everything inside me exploded, making a mess of us with all the proof of how much I enjoyed what he did for me.
Eran grinned at me, smelling so satisfied with himself that I wasn’t sure if I was in love or if I wanted to knot him even more.
Maybe those were the same things in this particular situation.
All I knew was that I wasn’t going to be the only one to come undone today.