Epilogue One
Epilogue One
Mia
One year later
I moaned as Tucker ran his tongue from my clit, down my cleft, swirled the muscle around my opening, and then repeated the action over and over again until I was writhing for him. He continued moving his tongue up and down until he was between the cheeks of my ass, and then he was licking that tight, forbidden hole.
I closed my eyes and arched my back, his hands on my thighs keeping them open as he teased that taboo spot on my body.
“That’s it. Oh God, Tucker. Yesss.”
He growled against my flesh, and I felt his thumb land on my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves back and forth until I found myself moving my lower body against his face and finger, seeking more, so close to getting off I could taste it.
He licked at my tight hole, over and over again, driving me insane with lust until I felt the air leaving me faster and harsher. The wet sounds of him down there filled my head like a drug until I was high from it and falling over the edge.
I heard the loud, long cry that left me, unable to tone it down, not even wanting to.
And the entire time, he growled against my flesh and rubbed my clit, prolonging the climax until I was so sensitive little tremors wracked my body.
When the pleasure receded and I was far too sensitive to have him touching me anymore, I gently pushed him away and let my legs fall completely open on either side of me. My eyes stayed closed as I rode the post-euphoric high. I sucked in a great lungful of air and felt him move beside me before wrapping his arms around my sated, sweaty body. I curled myself around him, his cock hard, the tip wet and smearing pre-cum along my still overheated flesh. But when I reached between us to grab him and let him find his pleasure too, he grunted and took my hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing my knuckles.
“This was about you. Only you and your pleasure.”
I felt him brush a piece of hair from my forehead and forced my eyes open. My vision was hazy at first from the pleasure he’d given me, but after a few moments, it cleared, and I saw him smiling down at me, the expression on his face telling me he was one thing.
Utterly devoted.
Tucker leaned and kissed the top of my head and then pulled me closer to him. I rested my head on his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart. The scent of his inner wolf was close to the surface, and I smiled at the protectiveness I felt come from both of my males.
Tucker and his wolf may be one and the same in the literal, technical sense, but I saw his wolf as my protector. He was just as much as my mate as Tucker was. They meant so much to me. The most.
My gentle giant.
He moved his hand down my shoulder, over my waist, and stopped when his palm spanned my belly. He started rubbing the skin there in slow, easy motions, and I sighed in pleasure and contentment.
“I can’t wait until you’re really showing,” he whispered against the crown of my head.
My belly was hardly showing at only four months along with our first pup, but I couldn’t wait for that either. “You can’t wait until I’m big and swollen?” I teased and kissed his pectoral muscle.
He growled. “I know I won’t ever have seen anything more beautiful than my mate big with my child.”
My heart softened anew for my male.
“I wasn’t too hard, was I? I don’t want to hurt you.”
I smiled and shook my head. “I mean, you’re pretty powerful with the oral, but that’s all it was. And just because I’m pregnant doesn't mean I’ll break.” I tipped my head back and looked into his face. “You can go harder,” I whispered and watched as his eyes became hooded, the scent of his desire heavy in the air.
But he didn’t act on it and instead continued to run his hand over my belly. “I just want to make sure you’re comfortable, and I don’t hurt you or the baby.”
I wanted to roll my eyes in good fun. “Tucker,” I said and waited for our eyes to lock. “Pretty sure pregnant women have sex all the time.” I felt this saucy little smile cover my lips. “And even though your cock is huge, I’m also pretty sure it isn’t going to hit the baby or anything.” I started laughing softly at the scowl on his face.
He grumbled something, and I tried to stop laughing. I shifted on the mattress so I was now on my back. He lifted up my left hand and brought it to his lips, running his mouth over my wedding ring. Although a mating was a forever situation, a once in a lifetime situation between two shifters, Tucker had insisted on not only doing the human wedding, but the exchange of rings too.
Since being mated officially and going with the whole human marriage route—because of course Tucker had to tick off all those boxes—we’d been blissfully happy and in the honeymoon stage. We’d gotten married only a month after he claimed me, did the whole Justice of the Peace show, then threw the biggest Black Wolf Pack reception. The party had gone on for three solid days, and I knew the ones who partied the hardest had felt that celebration for a week after the festivities ended.
It still brought a smile to my face when I thought about it.
“I wish I could marry you all over again.” Tucker’s deep voice drew me out of my thoughts. “Come here, baby,” he murmured and pulled me close.
I ran a finger over his smooth, hard flesh, thinking about all the things we had to look forward to. I snuggled against him, resting my head right under his chin. “I love you.”
He sighed in clear contentment. “I love you too, baby.”
We lay there in silence, but nothing needed to be said. Even a year later, I was falling more in love with this male. I felt like our lives were becoming even more entwined with each passing second.
“My female. My mate,” Tucker rumbled out sleepily and pulled me close once more, wrapping his big arms around me and just holding me tight like he thought something or someone would take me from him.
And as my mate held me, as I felt contentment and a sleepy pleasure fill me, I knew that everything that happened in our lives up until we finally gave in to each other was worth it. He was mine, and I was his, and there was nothing supernatural or other on this planet that could or would ever change that.
And it was the greatest feeling in the world.
Tucker
Five years later
“ Y ou’re going to wear a track in the tile,” Mia said in a sleepy voice from the hospital bed.
I stopped and faced her, running a hand over the short, disheveled strands on my head. I was surprised I even had any hair left for as much as I’d been tugging at it over the last few hours.
“You act like we haven't done this once already.”
“I know,” I murmured and went over to my mate. My heart was thundering, and my palms were sweating from my nerves. But I couldn’t help how I felt. I was fucking scared of her giving birth again, at the risks that could happen, even if she was safe and had no issues when she gave birth to Leland, our first child.
But I worried about her constantly. It couldn’t be helped. I was a fully mated wolf shifter who was overprotective of my mate and would kill anyone who thought to hurt her.
But I was also so fucking excited about our little girl about to be born, knowing that with great risks came greater rewards. But my heart still raced at a scared tempo, and my wolf prowled inside me at the thought of her getting hurt in any shape, way, or form.
I sat on the edge of the hospital bed and ran a hand over my face, the stubble on my cheeks and chin scraping along my palm.
“I’m trying to act like I have my shit together.” I grabbed her hand and brought it up to kiss her knuckles. “But you and our children are the most important things in my life. The very thought?—”
“Shhh.” She smiled. “Everything is fine. Everything will be fine. Leland is with my dad, probably learning all the ways to get into stuff he shouldn’t, and this little girl will be here before we know it.” She rested back on the pillow, the smile still on her face. “And we will all be okay.”
“I know,” I whispered. “Hell, I’m pretty sure I’m more nervous than you are, and you’re the one in labor.”
She chuckled, and the sound was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.
Mia closed her eyes, and for long moments, the silence descended around us. I took that moment to try to focus on other things, stuff that would take my mind off my anxiety.
There were these two elastic straps going around her belly, with these twin circular clips pressed to her bare flesh. The machine monitored the baby’s heart rate and her contractions, and for a moment, I just watched the little lines move up and done on the screen. Thank God she’d gotten an epidural a few hours ago, because I was pretty sure I would have broken a bunch of shit if I had to see her in any more pain.
“You’re still tense,” she whispered, her eyes still closed.
“I’m fine,” I lied. “Let’s focus on you. Are you still comfortable? Do you want me to get the nurse? Up the pain meds?”
She shook her head and opened her eyes, the worn-out look covering her. She was so strong.
“I know you’re tired.” I leaned in and kissed her forehead.
The knock on the hospital room door came through, and I straightened, my hand still twined with hers as I looked over my shoulder at who entered.
The nurse came in with a wide smile on her face. “How about we check your progress?”
I helped Mia get adjusted on the bed, then moved back so the nurse could do her thing.
It felt like an eternity passed with Mia getting checked, and the entire time, my focus was on my mate’s face, making sure she was okay and they were being gentle with her.
“Looks like you’re fully dilated and effaced,” the nurse called out, and I let a harsh breath leave me.
And then everything was a blur as the doctor and another nurse came in, and the supplies were brought to the bedside. Before I knew it, the doctor was instructing Mia to push, and I was right by her side, holding her hand and pushing her damp hair from her forehead.
“One more push, Mia, and your baby will be here.”
I stared down at my mate. She looked exhausted, and I wished I could take the discomfort from her. “You got this.” I leaned in and kissed the crown of her head right as she gave one more push. “That’s it,” I praised her. “You’re doing so well. You’re the strongest person I know, Mia.” And just as I said that, a loud, fierce scream came through the air as our daughter was born.
Mia started crying in that happy way, and I didn’t give a shit if it seemed “unmanly” to follow suit. I cried out of sheer joy as I watched them place the baby on my mate’s chest while they rubbed her little body off. I cried as I cut the cord and touched my daughter’s tiny head with downy-soft hair for the first time. And I grinned like a damn fool when they cleaned my baby girl, bundled her up, and placed her in my mate’s arms.
I wiped the wetness away from my cheeks, my grin so fucking big my face hurt.
Before too long, the flurry of activity dimmed, and we were left alone to bask in the afterglow of having our daughter, the newest edition to the Black Wolf Pack.
“I love you so much,” I whispered as I leaned down and claimed her mouth.
I felt her smile against my mouth as she whispered, “I love you too.”
Mia pushed the blanket more fully away from our little girl, and I felt my heart grow. “She looks like you. She’s so beautiful,” I whispered, staring at my daughter, shocked that I had even more room to love another being as much as I loved Mia and Leland.
We had a daughter.
I have a little girl.
Mia opened the baby blanket and adjusted our daughter against her bare chest—skin to skin, they called it.
“I can’t wait until Leland and my dad get to meet her. They are going to be so in love with her, just like we are.”
I smoothed my hand over her head again and grunted in agreement. “They’ll be overprotective for sure. Three Black Wolf males watching over her? All the little assholes in the pack better watch themselves.”
She laughed softly, and I closed my eyes and just absorbed the sound. Hearing her laugh could instantly calm me. The peaceful silence passed between us for a long moment, and it was perfect.
“Fawn,” Mia whispered, and I felt my throat tighten up. “Your name will be Fawn, after your grandmother, who I know would have loved you so very much if she was here to meet you.” Mia looked up at me, and I saw the tears in her eyes as she gave me a watery smile. “What do you think?”
God, this woman was my world.
I smiled in approval and kissed her again. “It’s the perfect name for the perfect little girl.”
I thought my life had been complete when Mia had come into my world. And then we had Leland, and I realized it was then I was whole. But as I looked down at my little girl, who had her eyes open and stared at me with an unfocused expression, her little lips pouty as she was about to cry, I understood now… now, I was triply complete.
Now, I knew what being completely happy felt like.
The End.