Page 29 of Wrong Number, Right Gray Wolf

Clyde’s eyes were closed as he murmured my name, and he ran his hands over me, tweaking my nipple and brushing over my cock. I jerked back with my mouth open wide as a flush sped over me, right to my fingertips.

But I wanted to ride my mate hard, and pushing myself up, I slammed onto him and rocked back and forth. There was an urgency about my movements as my mate was buried deep inside me.

“I want you so bad, Clyde.”

“Not going anywhere, my love. Always here for you.”

I kissed the tip of his nose as I pitched myself forward and back, loving how full I was. I put a hand on the bed on either side of Clyde and stared at him, at this wolf shifter who’d claimed me, and I was overcome with love.

My mate clutched my hips and hoisted me up. He seemed to sense that I had sapped my energy. He slammed me onto his cock with such force that we both moaned.

“I love being inside of you.”

My head lolled to the side as I took in my mate, the alpha I adored with everything I had.

“Me too.”

He bopped my nose and told me he loved me. My eyes became misty, and I blinked away the tears.

I leaned back against his raised knees and gripped his cock. He placed a hand on my shoulders and panted, saying he was close. Now I leaned over him, allowing him to slide out of me so only the tip remained before sitting upright again and taking him back in.

As I hoisted myself up with Clyde’s help, I fell on him, once, twice, and three times until his eyes closed. He was no longer talking, just whimpering, and desire forced my eyes closed too. There was warmth and tightness and being filled, and then cum exploded from my cock as I was enveloped in love and heat.

Clyde lifted his hips, arched his back, and with my name on his lips, he came inside me.

14

CLYDE

As much as the three of us loved being together, our living arrangement wasn’t easy for any of us. Stephen had to go back and forth to get things or to work. The space was really cramped, and it was like we were on this temporary status that had no end in sight.

We’d looked around for places, but with our schedules, it hadn’t been a priority. And this morning, when I noticed Stephen nodding off at the breakfast table, it hit me that it had to be.

Stephen was shouldering the brunt of this. He wasn’t getting the sleep he needed and was inconvenienced at every turn. It wasn’t fair to him. He never once complained. That wasn’t who he was, but it didn’t have me feeling any better about him sacrificing so much for us.

“Daddy, it’s time to go to school.” Posy had her backpack on and her umbrella in her hand.

“I didn’t know it was supposed to rain today.” The weatherman had made a big deal about there being no rain in sight.

“It’s not, but it’s sprinkler day.” She hugged the umbrella close.

“Do I even wanna know what that means?”

She shook her head and giggled. “Probably not.”

“Will it get you in trouble?”

“No, Daddy. You know I don’t get in trouble at school.”

And she never had, but she was definitely up to some kind of mischief. And I could be one of those dads who tried to find out what it was and to stop her, but this was the time in her life to make mistakes. If that meant she lost a recess because of something with an umbrella, then so be it.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

“Can we stop along the way?”

“Sure. Did you want something to drink?” A new juice bar had opened up on her way to school, and she’d mentioned it three or four times that other kids brought them in with them. I thought she was hinting to get one too.

I was surprised when she instead said, “No. I wanna get a pillow for Stephen.”