Chapter 33

Chapter Thirty-Three

Leon works hard to put a baby inside me, sometimes snatching me right off my feet after work and dragging me into the woods. If I’ve been too busy to get a solid run in, then I’ll make him chase me as far as I can before my thighs are slick and I desperately need him inside me.

Leon growls as he transforms, towering over me, his tongue lolling out as his cock gets pink and swollen. Often he simply picks me up, holding my legs apart as he drives it into me, bouncing me up and down in his arms until I’m screaming. He always jams his knot inside me by the end, working me into bigger and bigger orgasms that nearly make me black out, until he’s huge and trapped inside me. Then his cum spurts into me, filling me up until my body can’t take any more.

Every few days, I get out another pregnancy test, then we all crowd around and watch as the results appear in the window. After two months, finally, it comes up positive.

All four of them howl at once, making me squint. Then Leon picks me up and swings me around, my legs wrapping around his hips as he kisses me. When he puts me down, Quinn twirls me by one hand, surveying me from head to toe with a huge grin on his face.

“I can’t wait,” Eli whispers in my ear, approaching me from behind and winding one arm around my middle. “Your belly will look so good all full of pup.”

I look around for Jace, but he’s missing.

“Where did Jace go?” I ask, furrowing my brow. I want him to celebrate this moment with us.

Suddenly, he appears in the bathroom doorway, carrying a pint of ice cream.

“I’m ready,” he says, holding it up with a spoon like a pair of handguns. “Whatever weird cravings you have, I’m on it.”

I love them all so, so much.

When I tell her the good news, Mrs. Graham is ecstatic, and grabs me in a big bear hug that reminds me of her sons. She starts making all sorts of plans—baby showers, caregiving schedules so that I still have uninterrupted time in the office, and an online cart full of baby clothes and toys.

Of course, I text Hannah and Aisling right away. My mom can wait. They’re both over the moon, though they lament that they already don’t see me as much as they used to.

Having four husbands will do that to you!

Hannah answers with a series of laughing faces. Aisling sends four eggplant emojis, and then a baby emoji.

Telling my mom is a little more arduous of a task. I know what kind of questions she’s going to ask, and I don’t want to answer them.

“We’ll be there with you,” Jace assures me.

Quinn nods. “And I bet she’ll be stoked to find out she’s going to be a grandma.”

Finally, I arrange the dinner, which Mr. and Mrs. Graham insist on holding at their home. It’s the parents’ first time meeting, and I expect Mom to say something snarky or biting.

To my surprise, though, she holds her tongue. If nothing else, my mother is intent on impressing other people, and that works to my advantage as she puts on her most polite face with Mr. and Mrs. Graham.

Before I can even get a word out about the baby on the way, though, Mrs. Graham hugs my mother for all she’s worth.

“Congratulations!” she says, a smattering of tears in her eyes. “We get to be grandmothers together!”

My mother’s mouth falls open as Mrs. Graham releases her.

“Nobody’s told her yet, Mom!” Quinn says, giving his mother a stern look.

“Oops,” she says, winking at me. “Sorry.”

“You’re having a baby?” Mom asks, glancing at each of my wonderful partners.

“Yes, Mom. I am.” I sit down firmly. “But let’s eat before the food gets cold.”

They fall into easy conversation talking about all the things Mrs. Graham has planned for the baby’s arrival, from the color of the crib to the caretaking schedule. Mom critiques how many vegetables I’m eating, insisting that babies need lots of vitamins and minerals that only spinach and broccoli can offer.

Eventually, though, the question comes up.

“So,” Mom begins casually, “who’s the lucky guy?”

In unison, Leon, Quinn, Eli and Jace all tilt their heads.

“Lucky?” Eli asks, narrowing his eyes. “We’re all lucky.”

Mom shakes her head. “I mean, who’s the father?”

I cover my face, because I’m already blushing madly. I don’t want to tell her our plan.

“Me,” Leon says easily, sliding his chair over to put an arm around my shoulders. “I went first.”

My mother blinks. “First?”

“The next one’s mine,” says Jace. “You know. If Tiff decides she wants more.”

I grin at him, thinking about him fitting his thick knot inside me and filling me up.

Maybe I am grateful for this conversation as Mom’s face goes pale.

“Next one…?” She looks among all four of them, and then her eyes dart over to me. “You’re going to have four kids?”

“At least!” pipes up Quinn. Eli smacks him on the arm. “What? There are five of us. We can handle it.”

“Plus me,” Mrs. Graham says cheerily.

Mom just nods along, but she’s clearly holding plenty of commentary inside. I just roll my eyes and lean into Leon’s shoulder while he gives me more mashed potatoes.

“She’s right,” he whispers in my ear, making all the hair on my skin stand on end. “Be a good girl, and eat some more so you can feed our pup.”

Of course I do, knowing exactly how he’ll reward me later.

I didn’t think it was possible, but once I’m pregnant, the guys are hornier than ever—and strangely, so am I. They don’t tell you that besides the cravings for red meat and mac-and-cheese-flavored ice cream, pregnancy sex is amazing.

The bigger my belly gets, the wilder Eli becomes in bed. He’s obsessed with the idea of a baby on the way and has already started carving out the nursery. I have a feeling he’ll be an intense dad. He’s even written me a few lovely poems about all the memories he’s excited to make.

Eli’s still rough when it matters, but always takes care not to go too far. He loves to push me down onto my hands and knees, black fur spreading across his body as he grows and shifts into his impressive werewolf form. He fucks me with his tongue, beginning with my clit, then sliding down to worm it inside my pussy, where he groans in abject pleasure.

“I can taste pup on you,” he growls.

He likes to keep going, tracing the outline of my puckered rosebud, then shoving that long tongue into it. Eli always wants to claim every last inch of my body. When I’m fully wet and ready, he grips my ass in his claws and thrusts into my pussy, that fat werewolf cock opening me for him. He’s just as animalistic as he is gentle, taking his time to get deeper and deeper. Dropping onto his hands and knees on top of me, his hot breath tickles my neck, drool dripping down my back. Then he nuzzles me with his cool nose, cupping my belly with one huge, clawed hand.

Eli knows just how to nurse an orgasm out of me, where to strike with the sloped head of his cock, and he wields his power with relentless abandon.

“Please,” I sob as he brings me almost to my peak, then slows down. “Please, Eli!”

“Begging?” he rumbles with amusement. “I suppose I should give little rabbit what she wants.”

Then he takes me harder and faster until I’m careening into oblivion with him. Afterwards, he pulls me into his lap and curls his big, furry arms around me.

“Thank you,” he murmurs. “For making all my dreams come true.”

Eli’s not the only one obsessed with how my smell has changed. All it takes now for Quinn to turn into his werewolf form is a heavy whiff of me.

“Oh, god,” he moans. “You’re so fucking hot, babe.”

When I know he’s going to be home, I make sure to wear a dress and no underwear, because sometimes he’ll surprise me. I’ll be bent over in the living room, trying to figure out why the TV isn’t playing Jace’s football game, when Quinn comes up to me and reaches between my legs. He’s almost always in his werewolf form at home, but he’s careful to only use the pad of his big fingers to rub across my clit. Jace snorts from behind us as Quinn licks the back of my neck, and almost immediately I’m wet. He chuckles against me.

“Ready for my cock?” Quinn asks, grinding his length between the cheeks of my ass. He pulls up my dress, rubbing me harder and faster as he slides himself into me.

“You’re blocking the TV!” Jace calls out. Quinn picks me up in one motion with our bodies still attached and carries me over to the couch, so we’re really blocking Jace’s game. He still lacks control, and sometimes spills himself early—but then he smells me again, and his cock is instantly hard and ready to fuck me a second time.

Somehow, he always manages to cook dinner afterwards, though if he can’t change back, he’s a little clumsy with the pots and pans.

Jace loves it when I come down to their work sites to check out progress. He sidles up to me, tipping his baseball cap and saying, “Ma’am,” in a thick cowboy accent. I still adore the smell of his sweat, and the second I get turned on, he flashes me a knowing look. “Does the lady require some attention?” he says, sultry, and tugs me behind the truck so no one inside the house can see us.

Jace throws open the door to the back seat, then shoves the front seat as far forward as it’ll go before pulling me inside and onto his lap.

“Do you need a ride, miss?” He rolls his hips underneath me so I know exactly what kind of ride I’m in for. It’s much easier for his knot to fit inside me now, and his eyes roll back in his head as he buries it as deep as he can.

“Jesus, Tiff,” he groans, claws sprouting from his fingers as he grabs my ass. He always fills me with so much cum that we have to clean it off the seats with his shirt, and then I have the pleasure of watching him work without it.

Sometimes, they’ll even fuck me together at once—Jace buried in my pussy while Eli takes my ass, and I’ve never come so hard in my life.

We sleep most nights in Leon’s room, but as my body changes, sometimes I get much too hot curled up with a mix of men and big, hairy werewolves. One night I wake up sweating in the middle of the night, panting from a bad dream. I sneak quietly out of the room, slipping on a long shirtdress so I can get a breath of fresh air.

I love it out here, surrounded by starry sky and the scent of pine needles. I can’t help but feel like it’s where I was always meant to be.

“Hey, love.”

I smile to myself as I sense Leon approach me from behind. He runs a gentle hand down my side.

“Everything all right?” he asks, pulling me in under his arm as we both gaze up at the sky.

I lean into him, letting him take some of the weight off my feet. “Just feeling funny. Had a weird dream.”

“What did you dream about?”

“I was being chased, I think.” The memory is a little fuzzy, like all dreams are.

Leon looks down at me and raises an eyebrow. “You love getting chased.”

“Not by a T-Rex, though.”

His laugh is big and boisterous. He kisses the top of my head, pulling me in even closer. “No T-Rex will get you while I’m around,” he says. “Unless I’m the T-Rex.” His hand tightens around me, squeezing my ass.

Before I know it, I’m on my back in the grass, Leon as naked as he was when he came outside. He yanks off my clothing and tosses it away, then kisses downward from my mouth to my belly. There, he pauses, and gently rests his head on it.

“Hey, pup,” he says in a quiet, tender voice. “Can’t wait to meet you.” Then he covers my belly button with both hands. “Don’t watch what I’m about to do to your mom.”

Then he rises high above me, white fur erupting all across his body. He swells, bones creaking, eyes staying the same bright blue as he takes on his huge werewolf form. His pink cock is wet as it slides out of its sheath, hungry for me as it always is.

He works it slowly inside me, panting as he tries to control himself and take his time. But my body is hungry for him, too, so I snap my hips up into his big haunches, and he howls as he sinks deep inside me.

He fucks me under the bright night sky, chanting my name as his drool drips down onto my face. When I’ve come so hard that I’m seeing twice as many stars, he scoops me up into his lap, and holds me like that until I fall back asleep.