39. Rowan
Rowan
“I’m pregnant,” Milo said as I collapsed onto the blankets beside him. I’d been hoping he’d be satisfied enough for me to get a little bit of sleep. I didn’t at all anticipate that to be what he said next.
My mouth ran dry. “Y-you… you can tell?”
He nodded, a wide smile spreading across his heated face. “Yes. I can feel it. I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a pup.”
A pup. A baby. He was pregnant with our baby. My mind spun. My chest tightened and suddenly I was crying, overwhelmed with a happiness far greater than I could ever have expected. Our pup. Our baby. Our family.
In only a few short weeks, Milo had given me an entire life, and I’d never had more to live for than I did right now.
I pulled him into me. His arms wrapped around me.
I was overwhelmed with love, with gratitude. My heart was full. I’d never know what I did to deserve him, but I’d spend the rest of my life making sure I was worthy of keeping him. Of being the best mate and father I could be.
My fingers traced over damp skin to his jaw, tilting it up to steal his lips. A kiss, sweet and long. A promise shared and accepted. I wanted to remember this moment for the rest of what I hoped to be a very long life with him.
Then I just held him, and he held me. And nothing else mattered but what was here inside this little nest with us.
When I slept this time, it was deep, and it was peaceful.
I woke to Milo huffing and humming beside me. My heavy eyes opened to see him fucking himself with the dildo.
“Still in heat, little hurricane?” I asked, my voice deep with residual sleep.
He hummed. “I think… a bit. It’s not the same as before.”
I wanted to help him, but as if it knew its job was done, my cock firmly decided it wanted to stay asleep.
“Want my mouth?” I asked with a yawn. “Or my ass?”
His head snapped to me in surprise. “Y-your ass? I can fuck you?”
“If you want to. Won’t be able to get me pregnant, though,” I huffed.
Milo smiled, shuffling closer to rub the tip of his nose against mine. “I can handle the pregnancies for us.”
“Pregnancies?” I raised a brow. “We can have more than one?”
He shrugged a shoulder. “Maybe. My grandmothers only got one pup, but they only wanted one.”
I swallowed. “How many do you want?”
He thought about that. “Well, our pup needs siblings. At least four?”
Yeah, I was really awake now. “You want four pups?”
“Four siblings,” he corrected. “For this pup. Five pups, maybe more.”
I chuckled nervously. “Let’s start with the one and see how we go, okay?”
He shrugged again. “Depends on how many heats I get. But I think you should fuck me like you’re trying to get me pregnant every time.”
I turned my head into the bedding to groan. I should never have expected anything less from my little hurricane.
Fingertips traced over my hips. “So… I can… fuck you?”
I nodded. “I think you broke my dick. I’m not going to be able to use it for a while.”
Milo didn’t seem at all disappointed or even concerned about that. In fact, he was very excited as he sprang up onto his knees. I had no idea how he had so much energy after everything we’d gone through the last couple of days, and it made me a little nervous.
“My body isn’t like yours, little hurricane. It’ll take time to prepare.”
“I know,” he answered easily. “I want to do it.”
I’d been about to suggest he get the lube I had stashed in the drawer of my dresser when Milo pulled the dildo out of his hole, drenched in his slick. He collected it on his fingers.
“I can prep—”
“I want to,” he cut me off.
I swallowed. “Okay,” I agreed. Milo might have been a bit overexcited and extremely horny, but I still trusted him not to do anything too impulsive and potentially hurt me.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded.
“So bossy,” I sighed, but I shoved a pillow under my hips and rolled onto my stomach. “Start with one.”
“I know. You did it to me, remember?”
I did. I’d have a hard time forgetting that, really. And I’d be sure to do it to him again.
My whole body was still so heavy and tired.
The poacher base alone had wreaked havoc on my back, but paired with the amount of times Milo launched himself at me and the days we’d just spent fucking like feral animals…
yeah, stiff was an understatement. Still, I wanted him to be well taken care of, and after that stunt he’d pulled in the kitchen yesterday, I was curious about sharing this new experience with him.
He was very gentle, much to my relief, using one hand to spread me open as he traced my hole with a slick finger.
“You have hair here too,” he informed me.
“Does that bother you?” I hummed as he pressed a little firmer.
“No. I like it. It’s sexy. My big furry mate.”
My chuckle morphed into a groan as he pressed his finger inside, and I tried to relax for the intrusion. Just as it felt like a little too much, he pulled out to collect more slick.
Milo genuinely seemed fascinated by the process of preparing my body to take him. One finger becoming two, then three, until my hole was ready and dripping with his slick, and that alone was extremely hot.
The back of my thigh was damp with slick too, from him straddling it, grinding against me as he finger-fucked my ass.
My dick twitched beneath me but remained out of commission.
I panted. “I’m ready, little hurricane. You can fuck me.”
His hands smoothed over my back as he moved to reposition himself behind me, and I exhaled as I felt the tip of him pressing steadily against me until he slipped inside.
Milo was so much hotter than a dildo had ever been, and he felt so much better as he eased himself deeper until he was completely inside me.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
Whatever self-restraint he’d managed to find while stretching me had clearly run out, and I’d barely had a moment to adjust before he was pulling his hips back and then slamming inside.
He moaned, his fingertips shifting back into claws as they dug into my hips and he thrust faster. “Mnnn. Rowan. You feel so good.”
All I could do was grunt and take it as I fisted the sheets.
Any discomfort quickly faded the more he fucked me, until all I could feel was his heat, his slick, his body over mine, and the sweet pleasure that rippled up my spine and over my entire body. Fuck.
Yeah, this was just as good as I’d hoped it would be. Even better.
Milo moaned and snarled as he went faster than I could hope to keep up with. I just braced myself and let him fuck into me the way he needed to.
His moans turned to grunts, turned to whimpers, then he was barely pulling back before thrusting deep again, losing his rhythm as he got close.
“Ahh! Rowan… so good. I love your dick and your ass. Yes. Yes. Yes.”
My body tensed, a feeling much too big quickly building, and then I was coming without ever getting hard, my dick pulsing onto the sheets as I clenched around him.
Milo snarled, leaning over me as his teeth sank into my back, and I groaned. More heat flooded my insides as he came.
Then he collapsed over me, panting wildly as we both caught our breath.
Milo recovered first, pulling back to place a kiss over the bite mark he’d left on my back in apology.
“Was that good for you too?”
“That was perfect, little hurricane.” I smiled, turning over so I could hold him properly. He snuggled in right away, his nose finding his favorite spot on my neck as he breathed in my scent. “Happy?”
He nodded and held me even tighter. “I’m always happy when I’m with you.”