Chapter 24

twenty-four

RUSS

After snipping off the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck, our cub opens her tiny mouth and breathes. I nearly collapse in my relief.

She’s arrived. Just holding her small, furry body in my big hands, a joy I could never have predicted sweeps through me, almost taking me off my feet. I glance up at Dee, who’s panting and sweaty, and marvel that we could have made such a wondrous thing together.

I bring our newborn to my mate’s side and gently place the cub in her arms, to give them skin-on-skin contact. Then the nurse returns, and walks Dee through the process of latching.

Finally, we’re allowed to rest.

I take off my mask and hair net, and toss it all aside so I can scoot closer to them. Our cub’s mouth is wrapped around her mother’s nipple, and her wet fur moves with every suck. Her tiny hands are balled up at her chest, her tail curled between her legs .

She’s pristine.

She also doesn’t cry very much, but premature offspring are often weaker, and I’m simply glad that she’s doing well enough on her own to not need support. She can remain with us, where she belongs.

We spend the night there, and I lie next to Dee on the small hospital bed, curled around her. Even as she sleeps, I stroke her dark hair, simply enjoying the sight of her, the feel of her, the warmth of her.

My mate and my cub are at last with me, right where I can watch over them forever.

Finally, the next day, we’re allowed to go home. Dee insists on holding the cub in her arms, though I try to explain the necessity of using a car seat. When we park the car in the garage and Dee gets out, she says, “You decorated a whole nursery for her, but I want her in our room.”

I simply nod. “All right. I’ll move the crib.”

Dee smiles brightly, as much as she can for how tired she is, and carries Ania inside with her.

That was the name we decided on, out of the blue. We hadn’t ever discussed names, because it always came too close to the edge of the question, will you be her mother?

But I think Dee has answered without realizing it.

Ania is a quiet cub, quieter than she should be, but it’s a blessing when Dee is exhausted in the days following. When Ania cries at night, I get up to carry her around, and feed her from one of the bottles Dee has already pumped and put in the fridge. Then, when her crying has abated, I gently rest her back in her crib and crawl into bed with my mate, where I curl my arms around her and draw her in close to my chest.

Mine. My only.

I do ask her to marry me.

Ania is eighteen months old, and Dee has, on our mutual agreement, stopped taking her birth control. I’m surprised she wants to do it again, but at the same time, I think I understand her. We’ve made one cub together and seen how beautiful of a creature she is, and watched her blossom already in our care. What if we made more? What if I found purchase inside Dee’s body again, and it spun another incredible web of life made of both of us?

When Ania is asleep and I’ve finished up with the dishes, Dee grabs my hand in hers, stroking over my claw with her thumb.

“Hey,” she says in a sensual voice, leaning closer to me. “Would you like to go upstairs?”

I smirk at how little subtlety she has. Winding my arm around her waist, I lean down to nip at the shell of her ear.

“Oh, you want some wolfman cock?” I ask her, sliding my hand down her hip to her ass, where I can already tell her body is getting warmer for me.

She gasps in delight at the reminder of our first time together, and reaches down to squeeze my tail. It pulls a groan from my throat, and sends a shiver straight down into my balls. She massages underneath where it slides through the back of my jeans, and I bare my teeth at just how badly I need her already.

“Yes,” she finally says, standing up on her toes to rub her face in my scruff. “I want your wolfman cock, Russ.”

As always, the sound of my real name on her tongue gives me a raging hard-on.

Then Dee turns and runs, jogging up the stairs ahead of me. Seeing her flee kindles the instinctual desire to chase, so I sprint behind her two steps at a time, and snatch her up in my arms on the landing. She squeals as I carry her down the hall, to our bedroom, where Dee has replaced the dark blues with sweet yellows and oranges. There I toss her onto the comforter, then jump onto it, caging her in with my hands. I taste her lips, but I’m so eager, thinking about how ripe her womb is for me, that I can’t help my tongue darting deep into her mouth. She moans, her hips snapping up into mine, as my body tells hers what it wants.

And she answers, squeezing my ass, ducking her fingers under the band of my jeans and fiddling with the button to get them off. But I pull them away and pin her arms down to the bed.

“Stay there,” I tell her, and she nods rapidly in understanding. I remember how she was once spread out for me on the bench with her arms strapped down, and consider that perhaps we should get into light bondage so I can tie her up like that again and have my way with her.

Dee would love that.

First I lift the hem of her shirt with one claw, then hoist it up over her head. Her special nursing bra comes next, and then her rather large breasts are exposed to me. I groan just at the sight of them, how full they are and how well they feed my cub.

But I have important work to do. I tear my eyes away and pull down her loose linen pants next, revealing the belly now kissed by pink lines and creases. I didn’t think I could possibly get any harder, but I do, looking at this evidence of how she carried Ania and made her.

Dee spreads her legs, clearly voicing where she wants me—but then I remember what I’m here to do.

Well, besides get her pregnant again .

I quickly hop off the bed, and Dee whines behind me. “Where are you going?” After digging around in my underwear drawer, I return to the bed with something tucked behind my back.

I wanted this moment to be a little more special, but I know that now is the right time. Dee is happy as Ania’s mother, and we thrive as partners. I want to go into this next stage knowing that she’s mine forever.

She sits up and cocks her head at me. “What could possibly be more important than fucking me right now?” she grumps.

“I promise, this is.” I kneel down between her knees in front of the bed, and her blue eyes get even bigger as I pull out the tiny box.

“Russ...?” she asks, her lips pursed in a way that’s supremely cute.

“Dee.” I pop the box open, and she goes straight as a rod. Her eyes dart down to the tiny ring inside, then back up to my face, her mouth open. “I know it’s been... quite the road to get here.”

She nods, her eyes already getting wet.

“But I can’t see my life without you,” I continue. “I don’t want to ever live without you. So will you please marry me? And be mine forever?”

She’s frozen like that, and for a moment I think she’s going to turn me down. But then she flings herself at me, completely naked, and wraps her arms around my neck. Her wet eyes rub against my cheek as she hugs me for all I’m worth.

“Yes, you big, silly wolfman,” she says, bringing in my snout to kiss the bridge of it, as she enjoys doing. “Let’s get married.”

My paw shakes as I slip the ring onto her slender ring finger, and the jewel glints under the moonlight coming in the window. Then I sweep her up into my arms, encompassing her whole body, reveling in the knowledge that she’s mine just as much as I am hers.

“Now take off your damn clothes,” she says, and I bark a laugh.

Once she’s spread out in front of me, I strip off everything, until it’s just my fur and her skin. I’m about to descend on her like the animal I am, when she puts a hand on my chest, pushing me back into a crouch, my cock pointing towards her.

“Someone needs attention,” she says mildly, licking her lips. Then she gets on her hands and knees in front of me, and takes my length into her small fingers.

Faster than lightning, her mouth is on me, and I can’t help a primal groan. My tongue lolls out as she immediately brings me deep into her throat, her lips dancing along the underside of me. She makes all sorts of delightful slurping sounds as she pumps me with her hands, occasionally stopping to play with my furry balls.

“Are you going to put these to good use?” she asks, licking the fluid off the tip of my cock. I almost can’t answer, I’m so hungry to be inside her.

“Yes,” I try to say, but it comes out a ragged growl. “They’re full and ready to put a cub in you.”

“Good.” She gives me a final suck, like one would clean off a popsicle stick, and retreats up the bed. I watch her curiously as she gets on her knees, then hooks her hands over the headboard so she’s facing away from me, and her ass is up in the air.

Oh, fuck. I know what she wants.

I have to lick the drool off my fangs as I creep towards her, just remembering how I walked into that white-tiled room so long ago to find this in front of me, waiting for me. Her cunt is still so lovely, embellished with curly dark hairs that make me ravenous for her.

When I lick it, dragging my tongue through her creases, she grunts in displeasure. “Russ, please. Don’t make me wait.”

I arch an eyebrow, because usually she doesn’t have a problem with me drinking her up before I fuck her. She writhes and cries and often gushes all over my muzzle.

“So, that’s how much you want another cub with me?” I ask her, rising up onto my haunches behind her. I grab her ass with both hands, gently pressing my claws into her soft skin. “You want to get fat and round with me again? You want me to make you a mother a second time?” I guide my pink cock toward where she’s waiting for me, slick in the silver light. Even her lovely pussy has changed since birthing my cub, and I can’t wait to be inside it again.

“Yes,” she moans. “Fuck all of it inside me. Please, Russ.”

My eyes roll back in my head as I slip the tip between her soft, swollen folds. As always, I have to hold myself back from simply plunging into her and unleashing everything I have to give. I test her first, and she rocks back against me, trying to take more.

“Give me another baby,” she moans, and I can’t help it any longer. I thrust into her, and she cries out at my invasion. She’s so wet for me that it’s easy to slide back out, and then press in again, skating on a river of her eagerness.

But I don’t give her my knot yet, not right away. I simply make love to her, languidly stroking in and out of her, seeking all the places that make her say my name like a prayer. When I find her favorite spot, I pick up my pace, targeting it relentlessly until she’s trembling, her tight sheath clenching and spasming around me .

“Russ,” she whimpers, her arms giving out underneath her. All I have to do is lick the scar of her mating bite, then she lets out a full-throated scream as she meets her pinnacle, and I almost lose my battle not to go off inside her.

But I’ve waited this long to find her, and I can be patient a little longer for my mate.