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“Fourteen weeks, almost fifteen. Still throwing up my guts. My regular doctor thought I might be past that point by now, but nooooope. Overall, though, good! A little sore, a little cranky. Not nearly as rundown as I felt last month, though. Still too early to really feel any sort of movement, but soon. Elijah is going to wet himself the first time we feel the baby move; he’s so excited.” She leaned in over the table with a knowing smile. “Okay, enough pregnancy talk. You’re not going to trick me that way. It’s all my mom wants to talk about, and I’m so tired of telling other people about my bowel movements and heartburn. It’s honestly so boring; you’ll see soon.”
She appreciated her friend. Drea had taken pains not to go on about her pregnancy, something she didn’t need to do, for it wasn’t as if it were a secret, but Moriah appreciated the consideration, even if it was unnecessary.
“Idowant you to come over sometime in the next few weeks so we can talk about nursery stuff, though, I’m giving you free rein. You just have to stick to Elijah’s budget.” She grinned widely. “Now, I want to hear all your questions. You picked your wolf?”
Moriah nodded, feeling her ears heat. She couldn’t have picked a better wolf.
“Excellent. And you did an interview with him? You feel good about your choice? You know it’s not too late to change your mind, don’t feel like you have to pick one guy and stick with it. You know part of this is just a numbers game. If you’re not feeling it with one, you can choose a backup.”
Drea’s words made her stomach swoop. She couldn’t imagine choosing someone else, not now.Not when you want to make him breakfast and watch him sleep and find out if he’s really ticklish on his side or not.They would be snuggled in bed, nose to nose. She would wake him up with a soft kiss, giggling as he rolled them, able tofeelthe silky weight of his hair in her hands as the warmth of his body settled atop hers, her soft sigh as he slid home, hitting himself within her. She would make him coffee, and he would fill her empty house with his chatter and laughter.
They would sit in her little French café breakfast nook while he told her about Paris, or better yet — while they made plans to visit together. She would show him the aesthetic boards she had already created — soft, muted colors, a dreamy wash of pinks and grays and blues, crushed velvet and watercolor flowers. She imagined them strolling down the Champs-Élysées hand-in-hand, kissing on some scenic bridge at sunset.
“I-I feel good about my choice. I don’t think I need a backup . . . well, we’ll see.”
She cleared her throat, jumping when her name was called. He had been tap dancing at the forefront of her mind for so long that she spun in her chair, expecting to see Lowell behind her, realizing a beat later that her coffee order was up.
Pull yourself together! What is even wrong with you? You should be thinking about this clinic process, not daydreaming about feeding him beignets and him giving you a piggyback ride around the Louvre.
“Okay, I do have a big question,” she announced upon returning to the table. “What on earth did you wear? I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out if I’m going to be in a hospital gown. Or do I wear my own street clothes? A dress for easy access? Help me out; what should I do?”
“Ooo, okay, yes! There’s a changing area, and you’ll have a chance to change into something else for the drive home. I wore a comfortable dress and packed underwear. But yeah, I did an easy-access dress; that was exactly where my mind was as well. I think I made an effort to look a lot cuter the first time, but by the third, I knew the drill. Don’t wear anything too nice, nothing that’s not machine washable.”
Drea paused as a group of students passed on the aisle, waiting and ensuring no passersby were lingering too close to their table, before leaning in conspiratorially once more.
“So, once it’s done, he leaves. Then a nurse will come in and fit you with a plug. You’ll probably already be leaking by then. You can clean yourself up in the changing room if necessary, but even with the plug, everything is still on the messy side. I made the mistake of wearing cute underwear the first time and threw them away. After that, it was laundry day cotton granny panties. You’ll be leaking the whole way home, so just keep that in mind.”
The thought of driving home to Cambric Creek with her panties full of Lowell’s semen made her whimper. He was going to come inside of her over and over again, and if she had thought the mess of towels at the hotel room had been embarrassing, Moriah realized then that she had no idea what she was in for.
“What-what kind of plug?”
She knew it was likely an entirely respectable, run-of-the-mill medical device, but she couldn’t help the way her mind instantly attempted to conjure a vision of something akin to a knot, squeezing her thighs together at the mere thought.
It had been a week and a half since he’d kissed her outside her car door and she had left him in the twilight, and she had not stopped thinking about his cock in all the days since.
She wanted to make him breakfast and kiss his nose and fall asleep in his arms, pressed to his chest . . . and she wanted him to fuck her hard and deep enough that his cock brushed her tonsils. She contained multitudes, Moriah reminded herself. She found that she could not stop thinking about the shape he would take as the full moon neared, the base of his cock swelling, forming the knot that would seal his seed within her, increasing the likelihood of conception.Also, it’s going to feel fucking amazing.
Round two had been an excellent preview of what going to bed with him would actually be like, if they were dating like an average couple. She couldn’t stop thinking about how cute he was, how funny he was, how much she wanted to get to know him better . . . But she also couldn’t stop thinking about how well he had fucked her.
He had held his shaft, rubbing the thick head up and down her dripping folds, pressing into her shallowly but never going farther than just the tip. Over and over again, he held himself back until she begged him for more. He knelt upright on the bed, pulling one of her legs flush up his body, her ankle beside his ear as he fed his cock into her slowly. Once he bottomed out, the curve of his balls kissing the curve of her ass, he’d groaned, turning his head to graze his teeth over her ankle.
“Still feel good?”
She’d answered on a wheeze, her eyes rolling when he began to undulate his hips, his cock moving within her like a wave.
“Just making sure. We want you to make an informed decision, remember?”
She’d realized then, gritting her teeth and fisting the sheets, taking in his serene expression, just how on edge he had actually been for their first to go round. Round two was completely different, and he had been entirely in control. His focus was laserlike and pointed, rolling his hips against her in a way that made her lungs quake, and she wondered if that was how he was when he worked as well. Focused and precise, an expert at his craft, and completely in control. His teeth had found their way to the arch of her foot, biting down gently before chuckling against her skin, and she’d been reminded that he was a wolf.
“Well, I hope I still feel good inside you because you feel fucking amazing around me.”
By the third time he’d had her, Moriah had realized she was utterly outgamed. She had been a fun girl once. Not quite a party girl, but she had enjoyed her time at University, sometimes a bit too much. She thought she had been good at sex, and that it was the long years of her marriage that had made her rusty, but she understood then, as he rearranged her body to better allow his fat, full testicles to slap into her clit, that she was a mere novice.Thatwas what being good at sex looked like, and there was no other way around it. She had never come quite so hard in her life, had neversquirtedbefore, and the fact that she had done so with him, in addition to orgasming more times than she’d been able to count by the end, had been enough to leave her chastened.
“You know those candy rings that kids wear? That’s kind of what it reminded me of. Like, a big squishy bulb attached to a little ring, so you can pull it out. And you’re gonna want to do that in the shower, by the way. It is amess.”
Her cheeks heated, and she nodded quickly. She already knew what a mess it would be. Once Lowell had slipped from her, the deluge had been nearly immediate. It took several towels to mop things up, and then she had made her own embarrassing mess a short while later. She had been shamefaced, gathering all the soiled cloths together and scooping them up in the damp bedsheets.
“Okay, so . . . A comfortable dress, not cute underwear, take the plug out in the shower. What happens after . . . well,after?”
