Chapter 10
MISHA
“Mmm.” The feel of my mate’s lips made me moan as I woke up wrapped in Tucker’s arms, surrounded by his leather and ink scent, the hard length of his cock pressed against my ass and his lips pressed against my neck.
He thrust forward, sliding between my slick cheeks, and I moaned as I felt the hard metal balls of his piercing rub against my most sensitive flesh.
“Good morning, baby.” Tucker whispered the words into my neck, right over the mark he’d bitten into my skin almost a year ago, and the vibration over the sensitive scar made my dick hard and my hole wet.
The scent of my slick filled the air around us, and Tucker let out a small growl as I rocked back against him.
“Morning.” I pressed back against him, and the arm he had around my chest tightened, pulling me farther into his embrace as he used his other hand to lift my top leg over his hip.
The head of his cock nudged my entrance, and I whimpered.
After a year together, I thought maybe the novelty of sex with my mate would wear off, but instead it just kept getting better and better, and I craved it more and more.
I craved it almost as much as the other thing I wanted, but with Tucker nearly inside me, it wasn’t the right time to talk about it.
After. I’d talk to my mate about what I wanted more than anything after I got what I needed.
“Please, Tuck. I need you.” He gripped my hip to keep me from impaling myself on his length, and that just made me want him more.
He let go of my hip, and a second later, I felt his fingers slide through the slick around my hole, spreading it over the puckered flesh and teasing me with fleeting, tiny, barely there presses inside.
“Tucker!” My mate knew I loved to be teased, to be edged until I was begging, even if I pretended to hate it.
“I know what you need.” I felt his smile against my skin as Tucker’s lips found my mate mark again.
He sucked hard as he thrust his fingers inside me, spreading them to get me ready for his cock.
Over the past year, we’d discovered that I didn’t like or need a lot of prep, but Tucker refused to take me without stretching me at least a little, and I wasn’t going to complain when his touch felt so damn good.
My mate twisted and spread his fingers, pushing in deeper and deeper until I was riding his hand and he was hitting my prostate, making me moan and beg as he continued to mouth over the sensitive bite he’d given me the same night he’d marked my skin in a different way.
I’d become just as addicted to Tucker’s tattoo gun as I had to his cock, and my skin was now a multihued showcase of my mate’s art.
Each piece held special meaning, and I cherished every single one, loving that I got to wear more than just Tucker’s claiming mark.
Tucker’s fingers left my body as he whispered against my ear. “I love you, Misha.”
I was too far gone to make my mouth form words, but I pushed every ounce of affection I held in my body through the tie of our mate bond, and I felt Tucker’s content sigh ruffle my hair as he held my hip again and slowly pushed his cock inside me.
The contrast between the soft velvet length of his dick and the hard metal balls of his piercing made my eyes roll back and my breath catch every single time, and as Tucker worked himself into me with deep strokes, making me feel every single inch of him, I lost myself in the sensations passing through our mated connection.
I felt Tucker’s love, but I also felt his pleasure and satisfaction, and it amplified my own turning every sensation from something that was only mine or only his into something completely shared.
Tucker’s thrusts picked up pace and his fingers dug into my hip, holding me tight as I got closer and closer to the edge. Incoherent words fell from my lips, and Tucker drove deeper until my head fell back against his chest.
“Touch yourself, baby. I want to feel you come.” He let go of my hip, wrapped his hand around one of mine, and moved it down to where my cock was hard and leaking precum onto our sheets.
He guided my hand over my length, setting a rhythm that matched his thrusts, and it took only a few seconds before I cried out.
“Tucker!” I came with my mate’s name on my lips, cum spilling over our joined hands.
“So good. So fucking good.” A quiet growl vibrated through Tucker’s chest and he let go of my hand to grab my hip again, gripping me hard with his cum-slick fingers as he drove into me hard and fast. I felt his orgasm through our bond the second before I felt the wet heat of his release deep inside me, and it made another small orgasm roll through me, my cock letting out another pulse of cum as the papillae along Tucker’s cock locked us together.
I loved feeling all the bumps and ridges along his shaft, and while I’d never had sex with anyone else, I had a feeling Tucker’s cock was better than any alpha who just had a knot. In fact, that sounded kind of boring.
Tucker ran a hand up and down my side as I shifted my hips, letting the ridges of his cock massage my channel.
I loved the moments we were locked together like this almost as much as I loved it when Tucker fucked me hard and fast or made love to me soft and slow.
I loved everything about the life I’d found in Key West with my mate.
It was more than I’d ever hoped for when I’d daydreamed about leaving my arctic hare colony in Alaska, and I was glad every single day that I’d made the choice to leave that life behind.
But now I was ready to make another choice, and with us locked together, Tucker was a captive audience, so there was no time like the present.
“What is it, Misha? Are you okay?” Tucker’s voice was full of concern as his hand stilled on my side.
I’d tried to keep my emotions from passing through our bond, but I’d apparently failed. I didn’t want Tucker to worry, but what I was about to ask for was a big step.
“I’m fine. I just want to talk to you about something.”
My mate kissed my cheek. “Of course. You know you can talk to me about anything anytime.”
“I know, but this is important.”
“Okay. I’m listening.”
I almost wished I could see Tucker’s face, but maybe not being able to see his reaction would make asking him for what I wanted easier.
The words I wanted to say got stuck in my throat, though, and I didn’t relax until Tucker started rubbing my side again, then, like his touch coaxed the words out, I said, “I want to have your babies.”
Tucker went so still I wasn’t even sure he was still breathing. I didn’t feel his chest moving against my back. I tried to turn to look at him over my shoulder, but I couldn’t see his face, and I realized I was wrong. Not being able to see his reaction was horrible.
“Tucker? Say something. Please.”
He was silent for another moment that felt like it stretched forever, and I was starting to worry.
Tucker liked it when I begged him to breed me during sex, but that was different than asking to have his babies for real.
Maybe I’d misjudged. Maybe being mated to a shifter that wasn’t the same species was okay but having children together was a bridge too far.
My breath caught in my throat as I started to panic that I was asking for too much.
But then Tucker kissed my mate mark, and I felt his joy through our bond.
I took a deep breath, calming down and settling into the feeling of anticipation I felt coming from Tucker’s side of our bond, and continued.
“I want to stop taking birth control.” As an arctic hare shifter, I didn’t go into heat because I could get pregnant anytime, so I had to take birth control every day if I didn’t want that to happen.
For a while we’d used condoms, but then I’d gotten desperate to know what it felt like to be full of Tucker’s cum, to feel it slide out of me, to know I still had part of him in my body long after he pulled out, and I’d gone on birth control.
Now, though, I was ready for the next step.
I wanted to carry more than Tucker’s cum inside me.
I wanted to have his babies. Our babies.
“Are you sure, love? We have all the time in the world.”
I could feel through our mate bond how much Tucker wanted a family, but I also sensed a little worry, and I knew that was because he wanted me to have control over my choices. I knew he was worried that he’d somehow made me feel pressured to start a family.
But that wasn’t the case at all. Tucker had made me feel loved and cherished and important for reasons that went far beyond my ability to have his babies, and that love had made me feel safe enough to start thinking about what it would be like to have a family with my mate.
At first, the thoughts were errant daydreams here and there, but over the past few months, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to be pregnant and to have our kits around the house.
I’d started looking up baby names and nursery ideas when things were quiet at the farmer’s market, and soon the daydreams had turned into desires I wanted to make reality.
“I’m sure. I’m ready. I want to start our family.”
Tucker’s hand drifted to my stomach and his fingers traced a circle around my belly button. “You are going to be so damn beautiful all round and full of our babies.” A rumble of pleasure vibrated against my back. “I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you.”
I couldn’t hold back a giggle. “And that’s different from now, how?”
“You love it.” Tucker rolled us so I was flat on my stomach, his cock still hard inside me even though his papillae had released. “Guess we’d better start practicing if we’re going to make babies.”
And my heart soared as that was exactly what we did.