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A few minutes before we get home, I gasp as Damon slams on his brakes. Someone is right in the middle of the road. I stare in absolute shock. “That’s Ken,” I whisper. Everyone in our SUV growls. Damon tears open his door, and Ken changes into a wolf and runs into the woods with his tail wagging. What the absolute fuck?
Damon walks to the edge of the woods, and I know that Ken is gone. He is fucking with me. He was standing there, just smiling. Why won’t he leave me alone? I am pregnant, and I am sure no man besides Damon would want me now.
Brantley presses his hand against my shoulder, comforting me, and I touch my stomach as thoughts race through my head. I thought Ken had given up—we have not seen or heard a thing about him until this moment—but I guess he never did. Which sucks, big time.
Damon gets back into the Hummer, and there is complete silence. “Damon…” I start but stop because I have no clue what to say, honestly.
“I will kill him,” he growls and slams the vehicle into drive.
We stay silent at his words, the threat hanging in the air. I know he will protect me, but it’s hard not to be scared when someone wants to do horrible things to you and is not afraid to stand in front of an entire pack like it’s nothing—and do it smiling. That is not a sane person. He is psychotic; he was crazy even before he went rogue. He is unpredictable and I hope that he falls off a cliff. I just want to have my baby and live happily ever after.
But I know it won’t be that easy.
Three and a Half Months Later
Farren
I am very pregnant, and I could go into labor at any moment. Damon is trying to find a midwife to come to the pack, but that is not so easy because of the other alphas. The alphas of other packs have been causing problems for us because they don’t like the fact that their pack members want to join us. We have gotten calls from shifters wanting to join our pack, but their alphas will not allow them to leave. It is not a good situation.
I may have to go to the hospital, honestly. Luckily for me, the baby won’t start to change until around age two. But if I go to the hospital, the epidural will not work for me. And shifters rarely have any complications from labor, as we heal very fast.
“Baby, where are you?” I yell for Damon, walking up the stairs.
I find him where I thought I would, in the nursery. He is in here again, making sure everything is perfect. Damon is so excited for the baby to be born, and so am I.
He looks up and smiles. He is just beautiful. My pregnancy has brought me and Damon so much closer, and I am treated like freaking royalty by everyone. He walks over to me and kisses me on the lips. “You need to be resting.” He wraps his arms around me.
I roll my eyes, but I am used to it by now. Anytime I try to lift a small pot onto the stove, he comes running to me and takes it. “Yes, Alpha.”
Smack! I yelp when his hand smacks my ass. He laughs and sets me down on the bed, and his fingers tug on the edge of my pants.
“Oh yes please.” I moan at the thought.
He licks the side of my neck and drags lazy kisses down my collarbone. “Does my baby need me?” he says through the kissing, his hands roaming my body, touching everything he can.
“Yes, Damon.” My legs are shaking with pure need.
I crave his touch like I crave air.
He grabs the edge of my shirt and lifts it over my head. I don’t even bother putting on a bra anymore. His mouth latches onto one of my oversensitive nipples, and I hiss and grab the back of his head. One part of me wants to tear him away, and another part wants to keep him there forever. He soothes the tip with his tongue; then he moves to the other and his hand snakes into my pants. The pad of his thumb presses down on my clit, and I shiver hard. “Fuck me, baby,” I manage to get out. My hormones are out of control.
“Don’t worry, baby, you will get what you need.” He bends his head down further, kissing the top of my stomach. Ifeel my baby kick, and Damon beams with happiness. That is one thing I will forever miss, the feel of my baby growing inside me.
I lift my hips off the bed, and he pulls my sweats off my body, taking my underwear with them. “Lie back, angel.” I do as he says, lying back on the bed with my legs dangling off the edge. He winks at me, wrapping his hands around my thighs and putting my legs over his shoulders. He lowers his head and I close my eyes, mentally preparing myself.
His tongue runs along the lips of my pussy. My thighs are shaking. His lips touch the sides of my thighs, and I open my legs a little more, allowing more room. He looks up at me, his tongue running along my pussy lips again. He growls and his tongue strokes my clit.
I jolt. “Fuck!” I yell at the intensity of it, and he chuckles and burrows his face deeper, really getting into it. All I can manage is to hold onto the sheet. It’s like every nerve ending is standing on end, every lick and nip is so intense.
He raises his head slightly. “I could eat you all day,” he growls, going back to it. Two fingers slip inside me, curling, hitting my G-spot. I clench down on him hard. His tongue is still moving across my clit. My toes curl and my legs stiffen as I get closer and closer to my orgasm.
“Come.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, his fingers moving inside me. It hits me hard, and I grip the covers as the power of the orgasm jolts through my whole body.
I cover my face with my arms; my body is like Jell-O. His arms move under my knees and snake under my back, and hemoves me to the top of the bed so my head is resting on the pillow. I uncover my eyes, and Damon takes off his sweats and lies down beside me. “Let me take care of you,” I say.
He shakes his head. “That was about you, Moon. You need to rest as much as possible.”
