ARES
When we arrived back home, Pringle scurried from the kitchen into a back room with a bag of Ruffles Chips between his teeth. I arched my brow at him and concluded that Ruffles had meowed at him until he brought back her favorite food.
I curled my arm around Aurora and glanced into the kitchen at Marcel.
He sat at the table with a glass of rum in one hand, staring emptily down, silver hair covering his face. “I’m going to fucking miss her.”
Aurora stopped and frowned at him, squeezing my hand. “Me too,” she whispered.
Marcel grabbed the glass so hard that it shattered in his hand, blood dripping onto the table from his palm. “How the hell am I going to fucking live without my mate? How can I never see her again? She’s going to fucking loathe every part of me.”
“You’re going to figure out a way because she’s your mate.” I glanced over at Aurora and thought back to why Mars had sacrificed himself for her without a second thought. “We would do anything for the person we love even if they didn’t think it was the right thing.”
Grumbling to himself, Marcel grabbed the bottle of rum and put it to his lips. “I want to be alone.”
After taking one last glance at Marcel, I guided Aurora up the stairs to our bedroom with one of my hands around her hip and the other around the railing. Aurora moved slowly up the stairs, cradling her belly and frowning.
“How are you feeling, Kitten?” I asked. “How’s your back after the run?”
“It was fine, but I don’t know how much more I’ll be able to run before she’s born.”
When we reached the top of the stairs, I wrapped both arms around her from behind and pulled her to my chest, burying my face into the crook of her neck. “Bed rest,” I said, kissing my mark. “I’ll make sure that you don’t move from our bed for the rest of this week.”
She giggled, the sound drifting through the pack house. “Ares, I don’t think—”
Before she could finish, I gently pressed her against the hallway wall. “Oh, Kitten, don’t worry. It won’t be hard to keep you there.” I trailed my nose up the column of her neck. “We can start now, if you’re that excited about it.” I slipped a hand between her legs. “Spread your legs for me.”
This would probably be our last time together for a while.
And I wanted to make sure Aurora knew just how much I appreciated her.
“But Marcel …” Aurora said.
“Marcel is leaving the house,” I said loud enough for Marcel to hear. “Isn’t he?”
“I’ll be at the Pink Moon Tavern if you need me!” Marcel shouted up the stairs.
When the front door closed, I growled in Aurora’s ear, “Now, spread your legs.”
Once she inched her feet apart and arched her back, I slipped her pants down to her knees and slid three fingers up into her, thrusting them slowly at first. She moaned softly and clenched on me so tightly that I couldn’t stop imagining my dick inside her.
“I’ll be gentle with you, Kitten.” I ground my hips against hers, rubbing my wet fingers against her clit. Laying hot, wet kisses up her neck, I captured her earlobe between my teeth and grunted low in her ear.
“I want you inside of me,” she whispered. “Please …”
“Fuck,” I mumbled against her neck. After pulling out my cock, I pressed the head right against her entrance and placed a hand around the front of her stomach for support, and then I slipped myself inside of her, giving her an inch at a time.
When I was deep inside her pussy, she clenched around me and dug her nails into the wall, her choppy breaths filling the hallway. With every thrust, I found myself coming closer and closer to the edge already.
My mate’s cunt was too slippery and too tight for me to last much longer.
“Harder, Alpha …” she said.
Canines brushing against her shoulder, I bit down tenderly. “Those soft, little, desperate moans are such a tease, Kitten.”
“More,” she whispered. “Give me more.”
I spit on my fingers, rubbed them against her clit, and started to pump myself faster inside of her, my thrusts long and slow, hitting her G-spot every single time. She bit her lip to suppress another moan.
“Is this what you want?” I asked, wrapping my hand around the front of her throat.
“Yes,” she said, breathy.
“Your pussy just got so tight for me,” I grunted.
Fuck.
This woman was going to make me come so fucking hard for her.
“Yes,” she said. “I love it.”
I wrapped my hand in her hair and pulled her toward me, so her back was arched. After growling low, I thrust hard up into her pussy while my fingers brushed against her clit. Her pussy quivered on me, and she cried out.
I was unable to stop myself as pleasure rushed out of my dick and into her pussy. She clenched on me even harder, her pussy sucking the cum right out. I slowly pulled out of her and groaned into her ear. She took a deep breath through her nose and relaxed against the wall.
The cum slowly dripped down her inner thighs from her creamed pussy. I picked her up and brought her to our bedroom, setting her on the bed and grabbing a towel from the bathroom. I wiped the cum from her thighs and her pussy lips, cleaning her up.
Just as I finished, Ruffles shrieked in the other room.
Aurora placed a hand on her lower back to stabilize herself and stood up, waddling to the door. “What is going on with her? She sounds like she’s dying, for goodness’ sake.”
Ruffles shrieked again.
I grasped Aurora’s hand and guided her to a spare bedroom. Inside, Ruffles lay on her side in pain as Pringle stood beside her and licked her head. Aurora’s eyes widened. Red discharge covered the sheets. Aurora stepped back and grasped my bicep, pulling me back with her.
“She’s giving birth,” she whispered to me with a proud-mom smile on her face. “My Ruffles is giving birth.”