14. FOURTEEN
FOURTEEN
Natalia
It might have been a mistake to complete the ritual with Colton right before leaving the house.
OK, it was definitely a mistake.
My breasts each feel as if they weigh as much as ten watermelons, and even though I only bought this sports bra a few days ago, they’re spilling out the top like over-risen muffins.
Dios mio, I did not consider just how large they might get as my milk comes in.
It’s already hard to find bras in a size that fits me, but now… forget about it.
I no longer have any doubt that Colton’s magic is working on me. I feel ready to explode.
My other problem is a little further south. After sucking him and hearing the little groans of pleasure he makes as he’s getting ready to unload in my mouth, I’m damp between the thighs and so, so restless.
I thought going out straight after would be good because I’d be distracted. I’ve fallen into the habit of rushing to my room to make myself cum after each time we perform the ritual, and I think that complicates things I’m trying to keep simple.
I try my best to concentrate on the class, really I do, but I had to choose spin, didn’t I?
The instructor calls out and I lift from the seat of the gym bike, pumping my legs and trying to inconspicuously ensure my breasts don’t spill from the top of my cropped shirt.
I’m out of breath and panting by the time she tells us to cut the speed, but dropping back into the seat only fires up all the nerves between my legs. My clit throbs and I let out a little whimper of need.
My neighbor, a kind looking lady with a bright pink leotard and Barbie blonde hair to match gives me an encouraging smile. “I was hurting by this point in my first class too, but the pain will be worth it!”
I try to smile back. I mean I am hurting and know I’ll be feeling this tomorrow, but that’s nothing compared to the way I ache in my center, starved for something I get so close to every night.
So close and yet still not close enough.
I throw myself into the rest of the class, and by the end sweat drips from my forehead and trickles through my cleavage, making me even more aware of the sore and swollen state of my breasts.
I don’t wait around after class to socialize, even though I took this class with the aim of making friends. Instead I head straight for the showers.
The cool water on my body provides a few moments of relief. I sigh and rest my head back against the cold tiles.
Then frown as I rub soapy hands over my breasts only to find that they’re not soft like I’m expecting. Instead they’ve turned into dense blocks, as if someone filled them with cement.
Uh, is this normal?
A quick google in the changeroom reveals that yes, a change in texture is normal as milk comes in. I guess that makes sense. Tonight was the fifth night of performing the ritual, so I should be close to being able to feed Jayden.
Maybe that’s what I need.
I hurry to dress, but it’s almost impossible to get my bra back on. I pull my sweater on and flush at how indecent my breasts look with my hard nipples poking against the front of my top.
I make the walk back to Colton’s house in record time.
The problem is, as soon as I get close, I start thinking about him and what we’ve just shared.
Then I open the door and am overwhelmed with the scent of him.
It’s so powerful my head spins and I have to blink to clear my vision.
Vanilla and cotton candy overlaid with a masculine musk of deep leather and musk.
My mouth waters and heat creeps up my neck.
“Natalia? Is that you?” Colton pokes his head out of the kitchen in surprise. “I thought you would be out this evening.” I can’t help the way my gaze drops to the bulge between his thighs hungrily before I drag it back to his face.
“Ah, yeah. I was. I mean I did go to the gym, but…” I can’t hold his gaze. I’m suddenly shy about telling him how my body is reacting. My nipples tingle in a way I’ve never felt before.
I’m hot all over.
Then Leroy follows Colton into the living room. “Hey, Natalia.”
Ay, I want to sink into the floor.
Leroy reaches into his pocket and pulls out an old, worn book. “Hey, I brought this over for you. I found it in your grandma’s house. Thought you might want to have it. It looks like a journal.”
“Thanks.” I take it from him, cheeks heated, unable to find something better to say.
Colton’s brows draw together in concern. “Is everything OK?”
“Oh, ah, no. Actually I’m not feeling very well. I think I’m just going to go to bed early.” I rush to my room and close the door just in time.
My chest feels damp, and when I reach up to cup my breasts, the front of my top is cold—no… wet! I’m soaked. I ache there and between my thighs.
I glance at the time. It’s eight. Colton will have just fed Jayden and put him to bed. He won’t be up for at least another few hours, but I feel like I’m going to explode.
What am I going to do?
There’s a gentle tap at the door. “Natalia, can I get you something? An aspirin or a hot water bottle or something?”
“That’s fine! I’m OK.” I don’t recognize my voice, which comes out as a high-pitched squeak.
What I want is for him to come in and offer to let me sit on his dick until I can get some relief from this awful tension. But that’s not right. I shouldn’t be having sexual feelings while my body is gearing up to lactate, right? I should be feeling maternal, not horny as all hell.
I’m so confused.
Colton retreats quietly down the hallway, and I put on my nightie and try to get comfortable in bed. But it doesn’t matter what position I lie in, everything hurts my chest.
Finally I get up with a sigh and peep around the crack in the open door. The hall is dark. The house is quiet. Has Leroy gone? Is Colton in bed?
I tiptoe out to the kitchen to fill my glass of water, but halfway down the corridor I run into a very large, very solid figure.
My sore breasts crush between my body and Colton’s, and I let out a gasp of pain and surprise.
His hands gently grip my upper arms, steadying me too late. “Natalia! Are you—” His sentence ends with a long inhale and a deep groan that spreads through my center like butter melting on hot toast.
Hijole, people should not be allowed to go around groaning like that! It’s practically weaponized.
“Your milk came in,” he says. It’s not a question.
“How did you—oh! Shifter.”
There’s a tense pause. I need him to say something. Anything to stop me from climbing him like a tree and wrapping my entire self around him.
“You smell really, really good.” His hands flex around my upper arms, and I shiver in a way that has nothing to do with the temperature of the house.
That strange feeling in my nipples is back, tingling until I want to squirm with desperation. A matching tug low in my core makes me press my legs together.
“Does it hurt? Do you want me to wake Jayden?”
A little sob escapes me before I can stop it. I wasn’t prepared for him to understand so completely, but somehow he just knows, and right now it’s more than I can stand. “Yes.”
“Come on.” He wraps one burly arm around me and draws me back down the hall toward Jayden’s room. But when Colton lifts the baby from his crib, he simply blinks open one blue eye for half a moment before turning his face away and going straight back to sleep.
Why is it the time you actually want them to wake, they’re not interested?
I sit in the chair, and Colton hands me Jayden’s sleeping form, all bundled up in a blanket, but it’s no good. I touch his face and call his name, but he stubbornly refuses to open his eyes.
My breasts, on the other hand, haven’t gotten the message that this is not happening. The ache intensifies, and wet patches form on the front of my pajamas.
“It’s no good,” I wail. “What now?”
To his credit, Colton scoops the baby back up and lays him down again. Then he crouches next to me.
A tear trickles down my cheek. I’m not sure if it’s pent-up frustration or anxiety about not being able to do this. Maybe both.
He takes my hand. “It’s OK. I’m here for you. We can put a cold compress on. Maybe take some aspirin?”
I shake my head. I think we’re well beyond a cold compress. What have I gotten myself into? “I feel like they’re going to explode!”
He swallows and a muscle tics in his jaw. “Would you like—” He breaks off and scrubs a hand over his face. “If this is too far just tell me, but would you like me to help?”
I stare. “How?”
His cheeks color. “I could suck some of the milk out. Give you some relief. For bovine shifters that’s totally normal, but it’s OK if that feels strange to you. We can call around. I’m sure someone will have a pump.”
“I want you to help!” I say quickly before I can change my mind. After all, why should this be weird after everything we’ve shared over the last five days?
He shuffles forward on his knees, but I stop him. “Wait. Not in here. That doesn’t feel right. Can we go in the living room?”
“We can do anything you want,” he says and then he blushes again. “I mean uh… anything you need. You call the shots.”
As usual, his shyness eases my tension.
I stand and lead him out into the living room. Then I pause. “How do you want to do this?”
“What will be most comfortable for you?” He gives my hand a squeeze.
This is why I would trust this man—this shifter—with my life, I realize. Why I trusted him with this. Because at every step he’s proven just how worthy of that trust he is.
So I’m going to trust that things won’t be weird after this either. No more weird than everything else in any case.
I look up at him, and I mean up. He’s so much taller than me that when I’m standing in front of him, I’m basically eye level with his nipples. Not helpful. “Um, why don’t you sit on the sofa and I’ll lean over you?”
He does as I ask immediately, but I quickly realize that, though this resolves the issue of our height difference, I still need to be closer for him to have access to my breasts.
I try to spread my legs and creep closer, but it’s too awkward. Feeling hot and flustered, I climb into his lap, straddling his legs, but hovering a little so as not to put all my weight on him.
Colton runs his tongue over his lips, but other than that, he makes no move to rush me or touch me. I know he’s waiting for me to do this at my pace. He is just the sweetest male alive, and if I was a little less desperate, I might take a minute to appreciate just how special he is.
I’m too sore to hesitate about this, though. My breasts ache too much. With trembling hands, I pull up the front of my top and expose my nipples.
Colton’s gaze drops to my chest for a long second as if he can’t help himself. His hands ghost over my hips like he wants to grip me tight.
He lets out a slow and shaky exhale. “May I?”
I nod, throat dry.
The moment he dips his chin and takes one nipple softly into his mouth, my knees give out. I plop down into his lap and immediately notice the thick bulge between us. I moan as my clit reacts and my pussy clenches, flooding my underwear with moisture.
I don’t have time to worry about whether he’ll feel how turned on I am, though, because the next moment the breast that’s not in his mouth begins to spurt milk, liquid pouring out of the nipple in several tiny streams that go absolutely everywhere.
I gasp and cover it as best as I can with my hand, but Colton groans. Beneath me his body trembles and seems to grow. As I stare, horns sprout from the top of his head and his ears elongate into the long soft ears of a bull. His face changes shape, growing longer and furrier.
He cups both my breasts from beneath, gently pressing them together, and then he alternates between one nipple and the other, sucking until milk pours from me and the pressure I didn’t realize had been building has shifted lower, to the place between my legs where my needy pussy rubs up against his hard erection.
It’s such a relief. I’m sobbing and clinging to him, desperate for him to keep going. Desperate for equal relief for the aching between my thighs.
I don’t know when the pain melds into pleasure. All I know is one moment I’m sighing as the pain and pressure disappears from my breasts, and the next I’m trying to stop my hips from rocking, clenching my teeth as my clit absolutely throbs with need.
Colton’s long tongue sweeps out and around the underside of each breast, gathering drips of milk before he latches on again to suckle.
I cry out, bucking against the pressure of his cock against my core. It’s too much. I can’t hold back anymore. Before I know it, I’m grinding, chasing the pleasure, more and more until I can’t keep quiet. “Dios! Dios, I can’t stop.”
He grunts, lifting his mouth from my breast for a brief moment. “Don’t stop.”
It’s all a bit of a blur after that.
I’m conscious of one large hand cupping my ass, guiding me to grind faster, harder. His mouth working both breasts and his breath hot on my skin.
Then the pleasure overtakes everything.
My core tightens.
I thrust my hips, dragging my swollen clit over the perfect shape of him.
Then I burst in a flurry of stars and a flood of wetness between my thighs, all down my front, and all over Colton, the sofa, and my pajamas. I’m wet everywhere.
He doesn’t seem to care.
His hand presses me against him for one more long moment, and I feel him pulse. He groans.
Then he gently releases my breast and looks up at me. “I’m so sorry. You just taste so good.”
He’s sorry? I’m the one that just drowned us both!
I sob, unable to form words. My pussy is still trembling from the orgasm that is slowly sliding away through my curled toes and exquisitely sensitive nipples. “No. No. I needed that. Ay, but that feels so good.” With a sigh, I release the last of my tension and collapse against him.
He smiles, stroking damp hair back from my cheek. “Yeah? Better now?”
I nod. I can’t even think straight, let alone make more words come out of my mouth.
Somehow Colton adjusts me in his arms and stands, holding me as if I weigh nothing. I bet he leg presses a thousand pounds at the gym. God, that’s hot.
Before I have time to say anything, he begins carrying me back down the hall. “Come on. You’re tired. Let’s get you to bed.”
I am tired. Suddenly I can hardly keep my eyes open.
He actually tucks me into bed, gently putting my top back into place over my breasts and wrapping a towel over my chest. Then he sets a full glass of water on my nightstand.
When he straightens I finally notice the enormous wet patch on the crotch of his sweatpants. I flush. I made a complete mess of him. He’s probably still aching. I felt how hard he was.
I’d offer to help, but my eyes drift closed on their own.
“Sleep now,” he says softly. “I’ll bring Jayden in when he wakes.”
“Mmmf,” is all I can manage before I’m already asleep.