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Because it’s my second chance.
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ORSON
This, this is where I truly shine.
I’m not stupid enough to say that out loud and listen to the ribbing from any of those fuckers—not that they’d begrudge me taking care of our girl, but because I’m claiming that I’m better at the not sex part of her heat—but I know my place.
I’m amazing at the aftercare, at the praises, the soft touches and the pampering. This is where I’m in my element, where I can truly show Nora how much she means to me.
The others are more than willing to take the backseat and let me do what needs to be done to help Nora acclimate now she’s no longer in heat. I’m the one who thrives right now, and I can make sure that our mate is getting the love she needs after such an intense couple of weeks.
She whines in her sleep, and I pause to press a soft kiss to her forehead, before going back to clearing the room up a little. The moment her heat showed signs of breaking, properly breaking this time, considering Griffin thought she was done two days ago, I left her den, and started cooking so she’d have a feast ready.
She didn’t want me this morning, she didn’t really want any of us. She’s exhausted and officially closed for business. According to her, anyway.
I’ve got so many fucking meals ready for my mate, because I’m extremely worried about how much weight she’s dropped during this heat cycle. We’ve barely managed to get food into her, and I guarantee she’s burnt more calories than she’s consumed. But, I have the feeling she’s going to eat a lot right now.
I’ve also got her some prenatal tablets, a smoothie, and some sweet desserts just to be prepared. I don’t know what she’s like when emerging from a heat. I’ve read up on it a lot, wanting to know how each different stage of her cycle is going to affect her.
Some women come out of heat and they’re very relaxed and happy. They’re obviously tired and sore, but they’re content.
Some women are the opposite. They’ve spent so long in a bubble with just their mates, giving into their baser instincts, that they don’t enjoy coming out of the heat. Their moods may plummet, their anxiety may increase, and they react negatively.
And then there are the women who are a rollercoaster of emotions. They don’t know which way is up, and struggle to maintain a steady balance.
So I want to be prepared for how Nora is feeling so that we can support her in it. It’s one reason I’m grateful that we’ve finally bonded. This is the kind of connection I’ve always craved, and it’s the most perfect thing. Even in the last week or so, whilst she’s been high on lust and heat, I’ve been able to access this part of her, and anticipate her needs.
I could tell when she was dehydrated and hungry. I could tell when she needed a certain mate, or a change in position. I used our bond to protect her, and care for her, as my instincts demanded.
You know, as long as I wasn’t the one who was actively rutting. Because then I was only using our connection to further our pleasure.
Nora rolls over, curling into a fetal position and I smile. Everything is different with our bond now, and I love the little reminders of that. We don’t know if she conceived during the heat, and she’ll not know for another week or two.
Her scent doesn’t change until the four week mark, around the same time that her period would start if she weren’t pregnant, so we’ll not know for sure until then.
But since she was fertile at the start, and with how long she’s been in heat, we’re all a little hopeful.
Not that we admit it to each other. It’s stupid, considering she might not want to keep the baby—if there’s a baby—and none of us will begrudge her that decision. We all talked this out before her heat started, before we even knew if she’d be fertile or not, and the resounding decision was that we’d follow her cues.
She was relieved to find out she wasn’t going to be able to conceive during this heat, so we followed with that. But things have now changed since she was. Our entire pack want kids.
It just depends on her, and if she’s ready.
I can feel in the bond how tired she still is, but also the way her hunger is creeping up on her. Her wolf is ravenous, and I can’t exactly blame her.
No matter how hard I worked over the last two weeks, she’s worked seven times as hard. It’s been intense,
But before she eats, she’ll want to shower. I know she will, and I’ll be right there helping her. I’ll carefully wash away all the sticky bits of cum that weren’t deposited inside of her, I’ll wash away the scent of sweat and pleasure, and replace it with her normal scent of cherries giving her the chance to relax and soothe the aches within her.
She deserves the pampering on a good day, but after seventeen vigorous days of heat and a potential long six months ahead, she’s more than entitled to it.
In fact, if she were more open with her needs, she’d demand it.
“Come here, little cub,” I murmur, bending down to pick up my mate as she stirs from sleep. Her beautiful brown eyes are dazed, but not with lust like they have been for the last two and a half weeks, but with exhaustion.
The biggest sign that she’s over her heat, is that she’s no longer lying in her den, and has scooted as far away from the rest of her mates as is physically possible. She wants nothing to do with us. She’s avoiding our scent, our touch, our breaths.
