Page 94 of A Monstrous World: The Complete Series

Epilogue

Silence

“ I ’m so hungry, I’m literally going to eat your face off if you don’t hand me the bag,” Ali snarls.

I laugh, tossing myself down on the couch at her side. I pull out her non-meat burger, frowning at the thing the entire time.

The human realm is bizarre, but it’s quickly becoming home.

Ali growls, grabbing the wrapped sandwich from my hand and barely getting the paper back before biting into it. She moans and my cock perks up. She has ketchup and a bit of mayonnaise in the corners of her mouth, and it’s utterly fucking adorable.

She wiggles back into the cushion and grunts. Pregnancy looks lovely on her, but she’s being slowly overwhelmed by the giant belly.

“Are there fries? Oh, please tell me there are fries,” she says around another bite.

“Of course, love,” I assure her, digging them out of the bottom of the bag. I lean forward, tucking them against her side between her and the back of the couch.

“I love you so damn much,” she groans.

I smirk, because those sounds from her mouth definitely have me envisioning a different type of moaning coming from her lips.

The eating continues for several solid minutes, but she quickly reaches her maximum capacity.

Our babies are taking up all her free space.

I’d say it’s unlikely she makes it to the three-month mark before delivering.

It’s not unusual for supernatural pregnancies to progress much faster than humans or witches would gestate.

She’s excited and clearly nervous, but things have been relatively seamless. Well, until she grunts, giving me the look that indicates it’s time for a bathroom visit. She never has much success climbing off furniture once she gets settled these days.

“Let’s get you to the toilet.” I chuckle, coming to stand in front of her. My hands circle her back, and with a little effort, she’s on her feet. Her head tilts as she looks up at me, blinking from behind her lashes.

I stretch around the ever-expanding stomach to offer a quick but tender kiss. She smiles against my cheek as we pull back and my heart races. She’s all I dreamed of and more, wrapped up in one dangerous little package.

“All set?” I ask as she pops out of the employees-only bathroom.

“Yup,” she agrees, smiling brightly. “And I heard there’s a show not to be missed in theater two.”

“Oh, really?” I laugh as my wife waddles down the hall, dragging me behind her. She’s so slender, the belly is fully visible around her sides at all times, like she’s six or seven human months pregnant.

“Yes, apparently, we need to see this.” She leads the way, and I follow like the completely lovesick fool that I am.

It’s a small set of stairs that lead into the main corridor of The Den, but Ali knows these hallways like the back of her hand. I still get lost on occasion. All the wooden corridors look the same to me.

We come to the door to the theater and Ali heads inside. This viewing room is smaller than the one she, Hex, and Atlas performed in. There are several couches, a couple club chairs, and a few other patrons watching the show.

Ali grabs my hand, leading me to the far back corner. There’s a couch with a chair next to it. My wife shoves me down on the couch and climbs directly into my lap. She laughs as she works my belt.

“I’m a little afraid that, if I kneel to suck you off, I might never get off the floor.”

I laugh, palming the back of her head. Seeing her happy is my favorite drug.

Her mouth finds mine as she continues to work my belt, and I end up groaning into her mouth as she manages the zipper.

She’s so used to the human realm that she often forgets there’s an easier way to accomplish things, but I do have to admit I find it quite arousing to do things the old-fashioned way.

She jerks my cock, licking and sucking her way down my neck. I’m so focused on her that I realize I haven’t so much as glanced at the stage. My fingers caress her pussy, sliding over the soft material of her panties.

I attempt to slip a finger inside, but they’re quite snug with her growing shape. A small amount of magic and some focused intent does the job nicely.

“You aren’t watching the show.” She rakes her teeth over my earlobe.

“I’m more interested in you.”

“Oh, no. You’re totally going to want to see this.” She laughs, a light, airy sound that makes my chest tight. “I called it.”

My eyes flick up and my jaw falls. Saber fucks into Vivie viciously while in his sphinx form. His paws lie on her shoulders as he ruts into her with devastating strokes. She leans into Laz for support as he murmurs in her ear.

They’re putting on quite the show indeed, but I want to focus on my wife. She eventually gets frustrated, sliding a hand down my chest. My clothes and shoes disappear, and she mutters, “Success.”

The next thing I know, she’s pulling my fingers from her cunt and twisting around to face the stage. It’s a relatively smooth process as she leans back into my chest, wiggling her shins against the couch to get comfortable.

One hand cups her middle as the other moves up to tease her tit over the silky dress.

She’s still fond of them, despite how awkwardly she says they fit now.

I groan, working her nipple as she guides me to her opening.

She sinks down slowly. Her warm, wet walls stretch around me, and my head falls to rest against her shoulder.

“Looks like you could use some assistance,” Atlas growls, kneeling in front of her. His hands come to rest on her hips, lifting her and dropping her farther down my throbbing shaft.

As it turns out, pack life isn’t so bad after all.