Page 78 of Selkie AU: Beyond the Storm

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 alittlenervous.

“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.