Fate’s Reward
Fate’s Reward
Embry
“Unca Embee,” Krispin and Ben’s son, Callum, called to me.
He had cute blond curls and chubby cheeks.
He was only a few months old but was already speaking.
Dragons developed fast. At least that’s what Angus had said.
I worried that our little one would walk and talk in no time, and he wasn’t even here yet.
It had been two weeks since the attack at the lake, and I was getting a tiny baby bump.
We were moving today. Angus and his brothers were arranging our cabin.
Krispin had decided that Angus, Addison, and Aaran should have three of the surrounding homes, fully protecting the mountain.
Hopefully, they could guard against any attack from that witch.
Aaran was still messed up from being captured, and Addison had been a little off lately as well. I didn’t know what was wrong with him. Krispin was going to call for another dragon who might help; we’d have to wait and see.
A slobbery hand smacked my face, pulling me out of my thoughts. I smiled down at Callum. I loved playing with the pups—or hatchlings, as Angus often corrected. I tickled Callum’s stomach, and he let loose a tiny squeal.
Ronan and Reade wiggled in their bassinet, taking a nap.
They looked so much like Roarke and Devin.
I wondered if my little one would look like us.
Angus and I couldn’t come up with a name.
He wanted Maximus from the movie Gladiator.
I couldn’t see myself calling my son Max.
I was a wolf; it seemed cliché. I shuddered to think of the nickname’s kids would come up with. So, we were at a stalemate.
And I didn’t want to get started on girl’s names. We didn’t have a clue. I prayed we didn’t have a girl. I knew nothing about them.
“Hey, Angel,” Angus said from the doorway.
I looked up at him. “Are you all done?” I asked.
“Yep, we’re all moved in. What do you say we go christen our new home?” he said with a waggle of his eyebrows.
“Hey, don’t talk like that in front of the hatchlings—or me, for that matter. I don’t need to know about your sex life, ick. I need bleach for my brain,” Roarke said, walking in behind Angus with Aaran.
“I agree,” Aaran said, shuddering.
I laughed. I loved Angus’s brothers. They were huge, good men. I rose from the floor. Picking up Callum, I carried him to Roarke and handed him over.
“Here, watch the kids, and I’ll make sure he doesn’t mention it again,” I said, wanting to do exactly what Angus suggested.
Roarke didn’t look like he believed me, but he took Callum. “Go, get out of here.”
I went over to Angus, who abruptly picked me up in his arms bridal style and took off. I laughed as he ran out the door toward our cabin. As soon as we made it to the threshold of our place, he turned the knob of the door and kicked it open.
I looked around. Rose petals littered the room, and soft music played. I looked up at Angus.
“I love you, Angel. I wanted to make your homecoming special,” he said as he laid me down on the sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace.
He began removing my clothes, lifting my shirt at the hem.
He kissed my neck and trailed down my chest. My pants were the next to go.
In one swoop, he removed them from my body.
My hard cock slapped against my stomach and leaked pre-cum on my belly.
My dick twitched at the thought of his mouth, touching it.
Angus had such a talented mouth and tongue.
He flicked his tongue on my slit, tasting my pre-cum. I moaned with pleasure. I wanted more. “Please, Angus. Don’t tease.”
He chuckled. “Not teasing, Angel,” he said as he lowered his mouth onto my cock, taking me down his throat. Sweet, moist warmth surrounded my shaft. I bucked, and he held my hips down, preventing their movement. His tongue swirled up and down along the vein of my cock. I was in heaven.
I felt a finger probe my crack. I knew what was coming.
I yearned for Angus to be inside me. I wanted to feel his cock expand in my tight hole.
His finger breached my rosette, and I squealed in pleasure.
I felt the slickness of another finger, and my channel loosened. He had to have his pre-cum on them.
“Please, Angus, I need you inside me now,” I pleaded.
He came off my cock and sat back, his long prick dripping, pulsing. He stroked it once, covering it with slickness. He leaned forward, positioning his head to my hole, and pushed in, his cock widening and entering my passage.
“Yes!” I cried.
He groaned with pleasure as my body fully sheathed him. I felt his heavy balls hit my ass, and he paused. He looked down into my eyes, and I’m sure my gaze reflected his hunger and love.
I love you, I whispered through our bond.
He snarled, pulled back, and fucked me. He pounded my body, and I cried in ecstasy. I felt my climax rising and couldn’t hold back. I lunged and pierced his chest with my fangs, my wolf reclaiming our mate. My hole tightened, and I came, sending my cum between our bodies.
I felt Angus stiffen and his knot expand. He leaned down, bit my mating mark, and filled my channel with his cum.
He fell, rolling us and putting me on top. We lay there in silence, enjoying each other’s presence, and I thought of everything that had happened to me to get to this point. I looked up to Angus’s face, and I realized I’d got what I’d always wanted. Fate knew what she was doing.
“You saved me and accepted me for who I was, stutter and all. You made me believe in the impossible. I love you, Angus,” I whispered, now staring into his beautiful green eyes. I allowed all my love and happiness to flow through our bond.
His powerful arms enclosed me, and I felt my love reflected. “I love you, my angel.”