Chapter 31
POV: Kiera?
A few days later…
I woke up in a fitful sweat. Perspiration clung to my forehead and slicked my hair back against my temples as I groaned, tossing over to my side.
Cracks of light forced itself through the halfway open drapery, and I groaned louder, my head pounding and my body almost stiff.
I turned over to my side, slowly, glancing down at my stomach, confused at the sudden heaviness in my center.
And when I did…I nearly gasped at the sight.
My stomach was huge. Almost swollen.
It wasn’t like this a few days ago.
I tensed, pushing myself into a seat and my back against the bed frame, staring down at my belly in complete shock.
This couldn’t be…I’m pregnant. I’m really pregnant. Like a few months, maybe four months pregnant by the look of it? How could this be? This isn’t possible?
Then I thought of Mia’s words. About the pregnancy. About how wolves grow faster and stronger than human babies.
Does that mean it’s close? The contractions? The birth itself?
I hadn’t even prepared myself. I hadn’t even bought a crib.
Do wolf babies need cribs? Do they shift right away? Do they need milk for nutrients like human babies?
My questions were endless, I had no answer and it seemed like I had very little time to prepare before our baby…was actually here.
I cradled my belly, hoping to feel a kick, anything to calm my mind, as I trailed my hand tenderly around my belly for a minute, a movement stopped me in place.
The baby. I felt it kick.
But how? It felt impossible, yet…possible at the same time.
As I stared down at my belly, in both awe and astonishment, I began to wonder how on earth, I would prepare myself to be a mom….this soon—in a pack I wasn’t welcome in. How would I learn how to care for a child—but not just any old child, a werewolf child.
The door creaked open and Cain stood in the center of the doorway, his gaze dropping to examine my belly.
“I woke up this morning and this just happened,” I rambled on, nervously. “My belly it’s really big now and I’m freaking out and….”
Cain closed the distance between us with swift steps, until he took a place at my side, kneeling over the bed and taking my hand in his. “It’s okay, Kiera. This is normal,” he paused, looking at my belly in wonder. “For werewolf babies it’s normal.”
“For werewolf babies,” I laughed, almost not believing the words myself. “Sounds surreal. Like I’m in some made up fantasy world.”
“I understand,” he nodded, breathing heavily, caressing my stomach gently. “It’s a lot to take in.”
I nodded. “A lot is an understatement. I don’t even know where to start, Cain…I don’t know how to be a mother, yet a mother this soon, and a mother to a werewolf baby. Like are there books for this? To teach me? To help me learn things?” I shook my head, flustered.
Cain tightened his grip around my hand. “I’ll be with you every step of the way, baby.”
The thought comforted me as well as his touch. “But Cain…”
“Baby,” he interrupted, getting to his feet and snuggling next to me in bed, his hand finding its way naturally to my stomach. “You’ll be a great mom, I know it. And I know this is a lot to take in…and I know you are confused and scared, but you’ll be with me, and together, we’ll raise our baby.”
Silence surrounded us.
Then he said, “I’m sorry for how I’ve been behaving lately.”
I nodded, letting out a heavy sigh. “I don’t understand why…the distance…you just walking away without a word sometimes. I’m confused, Cain.”
“I know,” he said quietly. “I’m trying to control my wolf. It’s difficult.”
“But why do you need to control him?” I asked.
He looked up at me, his gaze the softest I’ve ever seen it and said, “To stop him from marking you.”
“I’m sorry, Kiera. I can’t risk harming you, so when I feel him out of control, I leave. I walk away.”
I nestled my head into the crook of his arm and let out a deep breath. “Okay,” I managed, closing my eyes and laying against him.
He was all solid muscle—everything about him was carved to perfection, even his words.
“Baby,” Cain said, as he began smoothing away the hair from my forehead. “I’ve just returned from a council meeting concerning Vivian,” he said.
“And?”
“And I have banished her,” he said simply.
“Banished her?” I asked in shock. “That’s a big deal isn’t it? To you guys?”
“Yes, but it’s the only way,” he replied.
“The only way?” I asked, my forehead wrinkling.
“The only way to keep you safe,” he replied, his voice calm and measured. “I can’t risk having this happen again, especially if I’m not there in time.”
I steadied my gaze on his and beneath his gaze I could see it all. His fear.
“I’ll be fine,” I said, despite my own fear.
He nodded his head. “Now you will be. She won’t be a problem again.”
“You don’t think she’ll try to enact revenge or something? I take it that that’s a possibility for..werewolves. Violence seems natural.”
He nodded, as if he had already formed a plan. “I’ve arranged a marriage for her with someone from another pack. She’ll be states away.”
I let out a sigh of relief. “Good.”
“Very good,” he countered, running his hand down my belly and towards my core.
“Really?” I laughed, glancing at his hand placement and feeling my core wet. “Now?”
“I think now’s the perfect time,” he said.
“But what if you…lose control?” I asked, the lump in my throat forming.
His eyes lightened as he took my hand gently in his. “For some reason…my wolf is…calm, calmer than before. He’s beginning to recognize your stress. The stress we’re putting you through.”
Tears welled within my eyes but they did not fall. “Sorry,” I murmured, wiping away a tear.
“It’ll help relieve your stress,” he said softly, running his thumb along my cheek.
I nodded. It definitely would.
He carefully eased me off of him, guiding my body onto the mattress before settling my head onto a pillow. Then he shifted his body closer, positioning himself over me with deliberate care, his movements slow and controlled as he hovered above me.
His hand waded lower, pulling up my nightgown. “Panty free.” His tongue ran over his bottom lip.
“Cain,” I whispered, half a plea and half a warning.
“Kiera,” he whispered back. “Let me take care of you.”
“Fine,” I whispered back, feeling his thumb swipe over my clit. My back arched as a moan spilled from my mouth.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he muttered, spreading my legs for him and positioning himself between them.
His finger swiped again, over my clit, working out another moan from my mouth.
Then without warning, his tongue found its way on my clit, massaging it up and down, causing me to melt into him. “Cain,” I muttered, half pea, half prayer.
He didn’t respond, instead he just kept working me with his tongue and mouth, switching between licking and sucking, bringing my orgasm near. He entered a finger inside of me, as he continued massaging my clit, faster and quicker until I cried and yelled out his name in a plea.
As I came around him, he licked up every bit of my cum, swallowing it then looking up at me with a wide grin. “Now, baby, how do you feel?”
I didn’t respond, instead I just stared up at him, breathing heavily.
“Oh baby, you’re a little flush. Are you feeling okay?” he teased, licking me one last time causing me to spasm.
“You’re a jerk,” I muttered, pressing myself up onto my forearms and looking at him.
“I’m a jerk you love,” he smirked.
“Yes, and I think this jerk deserves a release too,” I replied, my hand traveling to his pants, and feeling his erection beneath it. “So hard for me,” I teased.
“Always,” he groaned, as my hand wrapped around the fabric. “But I don’t know…Kiera…I don’t want to lose control. I can’t risk marking you.”
I bit my lip. “If you do, tell me then I’ll stop.”
He thought it over, looking between me and his cock then eventually nodded.
And within seconds, he stripped himself of his pants, sat down on the bed and propped himself up on his forearms.
I crawled towards him on all fours then bent forward and took the tip of his cock in my mouth. His salty precum coated my mouth as I took another inch of his cock inside of me.
Cain growled, “fuck, Kiera.”
I took another inch of his length inside of my mouth and bobbed my head at a faster pace, up and down, coating his cock with my saliva as I did.
“Fuck, baby. Just like that, just like that, baby,” he groaned.
I quickened my pace, gripping the base of his cock with my strong hand as my mouth worked his length, licking and sucking, and working Cain to his edge.
His fingers ran through my hair, twisting it into his own makeshift ponytail as he watched me take his cock inside of my mouth.
“Fuck, Kiera. You’re fucking perfect,” he mumbled as my head bobbed faster. “Look at me.”
I glanced up at him, my mouth filled with my cock.
And that was all it took.
A loud growl rippled from his mouth as his cum shot inside the back of my throat, filling my mouth, as I swallowed slowly.
“Baby, your mouth,” he huffed out a breath. “Fuck, your mouth is fucking perfect.” He swiped a thumb across my lips, cleaning his cum, then sticking the finger along my tongue, having me lick up the remaining bit of cum. “I love seeing you take my cum…every last drop.”
I groaned around his finger, enjoying the taste of him. “Do you feel relieved?” I teased.
His eyes glowed gold, as if he was forcing his wolf back. “More than relieved. I don’t know…how I was able to control my wolf. But right now he’s at bay.”
“Maybe he’s finally understanding the importance of waiting,” I rose slowly, one hand cradling my stomach, as I happily looked down at it.