14. Epilogue

A year later

“Why can’t I see him yet?” Ashley pouts, asking me for the tenth time to meet Colter, my son.

In her eyes, Ambrose and I adopted Colter to expand and grow our family. Not knowing that I had given birth to him myself. The birth wasn’t too bad. The perinium had a birth line and when I was ready, it opened. Sure, the labor was horrible, but I already want another baby.

And so does Ambrose.

“We just want him to ourselves right now.” Meaning, since he is a baby, he can’t control his fangs or his eyes. One minute they are green like Ambrose’s and then a blooming red. Then, there is the random biting because he wants blood. I can’t have him biting humans.

Talk about awkward.

“Unfair,” Morgan chimes in. “You show us pictures, teasing us with his cute freaking face, and we can’t even hold him.”

“What she said.” Ashley crosses her arms and taps her foot.

“Soon. I promise. Okay, go. You’re going to be late to the show. Especially with the rain coming down. You need an early start.”

“You’re trying to get rid of us.” Morgan stands, lifting her purse over her shoulder while eying me in disapproval.

“Yes, yes, I am.” I shoo them out the door.

“Okay, but when we are back, I want to meet my nephew,” she yells over the rain that just decided to pour.

“Maybe,” I say through a tight smile, waving as they get into a taxi.

I watch as the taillights fade until they are nothing but blurs in the distance.

“I thought they would never leave.” Ambrose appears out of nowhere and blurs us into the back of the store.

He slams me against the wall, his lips devouring mine as if he didn’t have me this morning before I left for work. I don’t have to work and neither does Ambrose. He’s ridiculously wealthy, but I’d be so bored at home. So would Ambrose, but he only works part time at Jumper’s with Deacon. Deacon is amazing with our schedule and is understanding since we have Colter.

“Ambrose—” I groan his name in a way where I want him to stop.

Kind of.

Not really.

“Colter?”

“He is with Deacon. Bar doesn’t open for another hour.” He scrapes his fangs along my neck, and I glance over my shoulder to look at the door.

It isn’t locked.

“I need to flip the sign to say we are… we are…” I stumble over my words as he unbuttons my jeans. “Closed.”

“No.” He tugs my pants down, unbuttons my shirt, and cups my sack. “Let them come in here and see me fucking you.”

Something warm and wet dribbles from my ass. I look at Ambrose with wide eyes just as my heat slams through me.

“Oh, you do love that idea, don’t you?” He strokes my cock, the slip of my cock in his fist echoing in the room. If anyone comes inside the store, they will know what is happening. “The thought finally started your heat. I’ve been wondering where it has been so I can get you pregnant all over again.”

He spins me around and my hands press against the wall.

The metal teeth of his zipper grind as he lowers it. Then, the blunt thick crown of his cock is at my entrance and I’m being filled by all those thick, immortal inches.

“Ambrose,” I moan so loud, the dogs in the back begin to howl.

He wraps a hand over my mouth to silence me. “You don’t want us to get in trouble, do you?” He isn’t gentle. He’s rough, slamming against me so hard, I knock over the canned dog food on the shelf below.

“You’re taking my big dick so well. You’re addicted to it. You can’t go a day without me filling this greedy hole up. Isn’t that right? You love dripping of my come to know I’ve been there, that I’ve claimed you.” He grabs me by my nape, shoving me down, then grabs my hip, using my own body as leverage to fuck me faster. “We’re going to have to close early because I am not about to ride out my mate’s heat in a fucking pet shop.”

I groan just as the doorbell jingles.

He covers my mouth again, slamming into me before he stops. His chest is against my back, his heavy breaths tickling my ear.

“Shhh,” he ever-so-slowly glides out, then in, starting a torturous pace.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” a woman’s voice comes from the front.

Ambrose licks the shell of my ear before whispering, “Tell her you’ll be out in a minute. That you have to clean up a mess.” He removes his hand from my lips, and I wet them with my tongue.

“I can’t,” I rasp, pushing my ass against him.

“You better if you want my come.”

He pushes in, then out, in and out, driving me fucking crazy, my heat ramping up to a hotter level.

“I’ll… I’ll be with you in a few minutes! I’m…” I swallow a loud moan just as he wraps that damn hand around my cock. “I have to clean up a mess.”

“Perfect. I’ll go next door to the bakery for a coffee. I’ll be back in a few.” The doorbell dings as she leaves.

“Good boy, Kitten. Now, let me fuck you how I want.”

“Yes, Daddy. Whatever you want.”

The End.