Chapter Eleven

Iflop down against my mate, huffing with amusement when he grunts. I wiggle myself onto the couch that can barely fit me in this form, not caring that my mate is getting a mouthful of my fur.

Ever since finding out I was pregnant, I've found myself in this form more often than not. I'm so comfortable in my lion form. It makes me feel like I'm being hugged but like emotionally instead of physically.

"Warn a guy," Zeke says, pushing me away slightly so he can get his head uncovered. I lay across the couch, my middle across Zeke's lap. He buries his fingers in my fur, petting me and a rumble sounds throughout the room as I begin to pur.

Oh yes, that's wonderful. Divine. I don't think anything is better than this.

Okay, maybe sex. Sex with Zeke is much better than this. But this is a very close second.

I turn my head to look at my mate. If it was possible to smile, I would be grinning from ear to ear. Zeke has started keeping his true face on display when it's just the two of us at home. I still think that Ray and Page wouldn't mind it, but baby steps. I'm just happy he's comfortable enough to have his glamor down when I'm around. He's taken strides at accepting himself and it's been wonderful to see. I'm so proud of him.

Cooper eventually got back to me about everything I needed to know about banshees. Even though Zeke had already shared his true face with me and his special diet, it was nice to read up about banshees. I want to know everything I can, especially if the little one growing inside of me happens to be a banshee. I've also read up about banshee mating seasons and let me just say, I cannot wait to experience a week of hot and sweaty sex where Zeke's instincts are trying to breed.

Oh lord, I'm getting horny again.

I shift out of my lion skin, still laying across Zeke's lap. I flip over onto my back so I can give him a grin, pointedly looking down at my erection which is tenting the front of my sweats.

"Oh? Did you need something?"

I hum. "Yes, please. Could I get a hand?"

Zeke snorts in amusement before running a single finger over my erection. I moan, long and low and completely unabashed. What a fucking tease! I am carrying his child! How dare he tease me!

"Oh, don't give me that look, baby, you know I'll make you come. Let me play a little first."

His hand moves away from my erection and I whimper in frustration. Sure, we've just started but I'm horny and pregnant and want to come. I should be able to get my way while being pregnant!

"You're such a pillow prince now that you're pregnant. Just because you're round with my child doesn't mean you get to be a brat."

I stick my tongue out at him. How dare he call me a brat! He's the one who made me this horny, it's his job as my mate to take care of it.

That's the story and I'm sticking to it!

"Please? Pretty please with sugar on top? You wouldn't want your poor, pregnant mate to be needy when you can fix that, right?" I stick out my bottom lip and bat my lashes at him until he's finally cracking.

"Fine. Get naked and get in bed."

"Fuck yes!" I scramble out of my mate's lap, running into the bedroom. I almost trip as I tug my pants down, but just barely keep myself from falling over. As quickly as I can, I get my clothes tossed off before leaping onto the bed on my hands and knees.

I stick my hips up into the air, putting my head on my pillow, arching my back as prettily as possible. Do I look like a desperate slut? Probably. Do I care even a little bit? Not if it gets me what I want.

"Jesus," Zeke hisses out as he steps into the bedroom. "Fuck, baby. You have no idea how sexy you look right now."

"Then quit looking and start doing," I say, not trying to disguise the desperation in my voice. "Need you. Please."

"I've got you," he says and a moment later I feel the bed dip behind me. Anticipation runs through me and I dig my fingers into the sheets beneath me. I wiggle my ass back and forth, trying to tempt my mate further.

A slap sounds in the room followed by a low groan of pleasure. Oh. Okay. I've never been spanked before but I won't lie, that felt really good. My hips somehow lift even further and Zeke chuckles.

"Get on with it already," I start to say, my words cut off by a noise of surprise as Zeke pulls apart my cheeks and something wet and warm slides over my hole.

Oh my gods. Oh my gods.

Zeke licks over my hole over and over, teasing me until my hips are shifting against his face, riding that amazingly talented tongue. Fuck, I love that his tongue is longer and more dexterous than a human tongue. He might still be learning to accept everything that comes with being a banshee, but I fucking love every little difference.

Without my permission, I'm making barely there whimpers of pleasure. My body breaks out into goosebumps and my cock hangs hard and heavy between my legs.

"Please. Please, Zeke. More. I need more."

Zeke pushes two fingers into my ass and the stretch is downright divine, exactly what I needed. I whine, pushing back against his fingers, fucking myself on his long digits. It's the perfect tease, but I want more. Gods, I feel so greedy for it, wanting nothing less than my mate's cock stretching me wide.

"Gods," Zeke says, leaning back on his heels. He kisses my ass cheek. "You're so fucking wet for me, baby. Dripping down the back of your thighs just from my fingers."

I groan, long and low, biting down on my pillow for a moment as I fuck back on my mate's fingers. I look over my shoulder, finding him staring down where his fingers are disappearing inside of me. With his glamor off, his eyes somehow look even hungrier than usual. My stomach flutters with how much I want him, how much I fucking crave him, how much I need him.

"Please. Fuck me."

"I am, baby."

"Fuck me with your cock."

Zeke pulls his fingers free. Before I can start cussing him out for leaving me empty, he's pushing at my hip, guiding me onto my back. I flip over with a huff, opening my thighs wide for him. He's still completely clothed, his jeans pulled open enough for his cock to be free. Gods, why the fuck is that so hot? It really shouldn't be this hot to be naked while he's almost completely covered.

"Please. Come on."

Zeke gives me a smirk as he puts his cock against my own. He wraps his hand around them both, stroking us together. It feels good. So good. I don't know what it is about being pregnant but everything is more sensitive. I moan in pleasure, lightning bolts running down my spine at the sensation.

"There we go. That feels good, doesn't it?"

"So good," I confess breathlessly. "But want more. Please."

"You could come from this, couldn't you? Isn't this enough, baby?"

I whimper in frustration because he's right. I absolutely could come just from this. I could cover my swollen belly with my cum so easily. "It wouldn't feel as good," I tell him with a pout. "Feels better when you're inside me. Please, Zeke."

Zeke hums. "Alright, because you asked so nicely. You can have exactly what you want. No more teasing."

"Thank all the fucking gods," I say with a long, drawn out groan. Zeke pushes inside of me and I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation of being penetrated, of feeling so stretched and full. Gods, this is literally perfection. Nothing has ever felt this good before or ever will again. This is like seeing the face of god.

"Gods, you always feel so perfect."

"Literally made for you," I babble, doing my best to wrap my legs around Zeke's waist. "Made for you to be inside me. Never wanna come without you in me. Fuck, Zeke. Can't get enough."

"I love it when you get like this," Zeke says, finally starting to move inside of me. He pulls my hips into his lap as best as he can, fucking into me with long, slow strokes. It hits my insides just right to have my toes curling in pleasure. "You're so desperate and needy. It's like you're drunk off my cock. I could ask anything of you and you'd say yes in order to come."

Zeke's movements pick up speed, fucking into me harder. I cry out in pleasure, feeling my cock throb, my balls drawing up tight as my orgasm rushes towards me. Zeke touches my cock but I quickly bat his hand away.

"No. No touching. Just keeping fucking me, just like this. Wanna come from your cock alone."

"Gods, you look amazing like this. Whining and panting. Fuck. You're so desperate for it, aren't you, baby?"

"Yes. Please, Zeke. Make me come. I'm so close. Harder."

Zeke doubles his efforts, the sound of his hips slapping against my ass mixes with the sound of our moans and my whimpers. The room grows thick with the scent of our lust mixing with our sweat. I feel drunk off of it. Desperate in a way I only feel when I'm around Zeke.

With one hand gripping my hip so tight it'll leave a mark later, Zeke uses the other to tweak at my nipple. The slight pain mixes with my pleasure.

"Zeke! Fuck!" I cry out as I'm overwhelmed, my head dunking under the waves of pleasure washing over me. My cock jolts, spurting cum across my swollen middle, my ass clamping down on Zeke's dick.

"That's it. Let it all out. Feel it all," my mate says, punctuating his words with hard thrusts, nailing my prostate over and over until I'm crying out with how over sensitive everything is. I'm completely wrung dry, sated to my very core.

"Fuck," I whisper, hissing out a sharp breath as Zeke pulls himself free of my ass. He leans down, licking all of my cum off of my belly. I stare down at him with wide eyes, my cock giving a vaillant twitch despite being completely sated already.

Zeke lays on his side beside me, pulling me into a kiss. He pushes my cum into my mouth and I moan around his tongue, my stomach flipping almost violently by how hot that is. There's something about cum that Zeke gets really into, always wanting to lick it up and rub it into our skin. Fuck, I love it.

As we kiss, I reach down and grab hold of Zeke's erection. It's still covered with my slick, making my strokes silky smooth. He moans into my mouth, his hips fucking into the grip I'm providing.

"That's it. I want it, Zeke. Mark what's yours," I tell him between fevered kisses. I stroke him, making sure his cock is pressed against my swollen belly. "Give it to me."

Zeke makes a broken noise into my mouth as his body goes tense. I feel him come across my belly, his cum warm against my skin. His hand reaches between us, rubbing his cum into my belly, bringing some of it to my soft cock and covering that as well.

I feel claimed. I feel loved.

"I love you," I tell him between kisses that are slowly growing less out of control with lust and more soft with affection. "I love you, Zeke."

Zeke pulls back, his eyes wide. "Oh, Casper," he breathes out, his face breaking out into a grin. "I love you too. I love you so fucking much."

"I was so nervous when we met," I find myself saying, my heart racing against my ribs. I've known I loved Zeke for a while now but was too nervous to tell him until now, in this perfect bubble of post orgasm peace. "I was so worried you'd be upset to be stuck with someone like me. But now I'm just so thankful that Lady Fate crossed our paths. I can't imagine a better mate."

Zeke's hand touches my cheek, stroking just under my eye. "I feel the same way across the board, baby. I was so nervous you'd be upset with me, especially before you knew my true face. You've surprised me at every turn. I love you, Casper."

We kiss again, this time without an ounce of the overwhelming lust I was feeling before. That's been replaced by warm fondness. I love this man more than words can say and he loves me right back.

"Our baby is so lucky to have you as their dad."

Zeke grins from ear to ear, almost literally with how wide his true mouth stretches. It makes butterflies go wild inside my stomach. Before I can make a comment about how cute I find his smile, my phone is ringing.

"Oh shit," I gasp out, flipping over and grabbing my phone."Don't answer that," Zeke tries to say but it's too late. I answer the call, smiling at my cousins as their faces pop up on the screen.

"Hi!"

"Hey, everyone! Wait," Harbor says, putting his face even closer to the screen. "Casper? Are you naked?"

I look down at myself, flushing when I realize duh, yeah, I am currently naked. "Umm?"

"Oh my gods," Willow starts giggling. "Is that Zeke next to you? Where you guys fucking?"

Jude lets out a long sigh. "Please tell me you didn't stop fucking to answer this call."

"I didn't! I wouldn't do that!"

"I bet he just finished," Bently says with a warm chuckle.

I quickly pull the blanket over my chest, my cheeks bright red. "So anyway," I say, trying to get the conversation off of me. "How is everyone? Harbor?" I clear my throat. "You look like you're glowing!"

"I know what you're doing," Harbor says, smiling into the camera. "But I'm willing to talk about myself! We need to compare notes because you're only a few weeks more along than I am!"

I sit back and listen as Harbor talks about his mate and how wonderful he is. He tells us about his pregnancy and how everything is going. I can't wait until we all meet up again. This time, there'll be a handful more babies to pass around than there was last time.

Bently tells us that he's finally left Harbor's place. He apparently knows where to find his mate and spark. Lucky bastard. I'm surprised he didn't head their way the moment he knew, but he's always been the most level headed one of us all.

As I listen, I can't help but smile, completely content. Sure, leaving my cousins was hard, but finding my place here has been good. It's been better than good, it's been perfect. My life here with Ray, Page, and Zeke is wonderful. I finally feel like I'm at home, like I'm where I'm supposed to be.

I look over at my mate and mouth ‘I love you' to him. He smiles, taking my hand and kissing it.

"Hey, Casper?"

I turn back to the screen. "Yeah?"

"Is that cum on your cheek?"

I don't think I've ever hung up a call so quickly in my life.