Page 6 of Alpha Talk (Hemlock Wolf Pack: Life in the Happily Ever After #7)

Micah

We stayed up late that night all cuddled up naked together in bed talking our lives in circles again. It was clear that our inner beasts wanted a break from the lives we’d been living. Cody’s wolf was already desperate to den down and both of our hunting instincts were running wild. It was like negotiating with a business tycoon who didn’t want to budge. In the end, I agreed I’d do one group a week at Alpha Talk – Coil’s group and we’d both go to the biweekly coregulation classes at Dark Soul for as long as Cody could comfortably lead them.

I fell asleep stroking Cody’s soft hair. I’d miss it when it was shorter but it was hair and hair almost always grew back. I’d rather have him bald and happy than snatched bald and frustrated with our pup. I tried to imagine who might be growing in his womb. Our pup for sure but who would that little baby grow up to be? Our girls surprised me at every turn with how much like us they were and how different too. Coda even preferred classical music. While I didn’t have a problem with it the genre was never going to be my favorite.

My phone vibrated off the hook until I finally looked over to see a line of texts from Kodiak. Apparently, he waited until Silas and Creon passed out before trying to get a hold of me. Before we started our serious discussion, we shut ourselves off from the pack link. We didn’t want anyone to think we were arguing when really we were negotiating with our traumas more than each other.

“Yes, Kodiak?” I yawned at him over the pack link.

“One of your guys are strange.”

“Is Coil still rambling about not getting laid?” I groaned. “The couples’ group really isn’t the place for him to do that.”

“No. Sidney came with him today. Couples group after all. I wasn’t sure Sidney would come but they seem to have exchanged their claiming vows. I haven’t smelled Sidney so relaxed since before the pair of them had their true-mate response. Raziel. At least, I think it was Raziel. As soon as Creon walked in he walked out. Creon shrugged it off but thinks it’s probably something to do with his past. Maybe Raziel is a you fanboy or something and…”

“Raziel is the most levelheaded guy in the group,” I said, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “I’m sure it’s not that. Hell, I don’t even know why he comes to the groups. If he has any hangups, he’s not talking about them. I’ll ask him. Did you want me to get him to apologize or something?”

“Not exactly. I just want to make sure that I don’t need to kick his ass to make a point. He moved here from the extended Hemlock Territory.”

“Heartville?” I yawned.

“No. The other one. The one Star runs. He’s Star and Zeke’s kid. That’s why I think maybe it is about Creon even if it’s not about you.”

“Maybe he got upset at seeing Creon in the flesh,” I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ll talk to him. Well, I’ll try to,” I said and explained the new agreement Cody and I had come to. “But Raziel is definitely Raven Hollow then. So, chill. I don’t think he’s dangerous. I don’t think he’s here for trouble. I think if I saw my dead granddad’s true-mate I’d freak out too.”

“Don’t say it like that. Creon isn’t related to that little jerk.”

“No, he’s not. Zeke was Hans and Uriel’s baby.”

My wolf made a huffing noise, and I told Kodiak I had to go before all the drama woke up Cody. I wasn’t sure what annoyed my wolf but a wolf with a pregnant mate wasn’t that difficult to irritate. I wiggled down onto the bed properly and Cody moved so that his head rested right above my heart. I relaxed into the pillows and our heartbeats synced up. What Cody called coregulation was part of the true-mate pact. Maybe not for some of the other relationship pairs but for true-mates it was.

“Coregulation can be magic and still called coregulation,” my wolf yawned into my thoughts. “Now, shush and let him sleep. We’ll deal with Raziel when it’s time.”

“What do you mean when it’s time?” I thought back at him, but mum was the word with the furry ass as he curled around Cody’s wolf and pretended not to hear anything else I said.

That night I dreamt that I was flying on a magic carpet with Cody. Magic carpets were real but weren’t used often. They certainly weren’t part of the Gilmore Witch magic but per usual my dreams knew no bounds. There we were on the cynosure of a carpet. Every eye below us was locked on the magical artifact as we soared through the sky. We kissed, near oblivious to the shifters watching below us. I ran my fingers through Cody’s thick, soft hair and when I woke up his hand was on my dick.

“Good morning,” I said, the words coming out a growl as my wolf stirred awake too under our mate’s soft hand. His fingers curled around my dick, tightening his grip as our lips met for a good morning kiss. Cody’s lips were as soft and supple as ever. Kissing him had long been one of my favorite things to do. His lips parted under mine, and I slid my tongue into his warm, welcoming mouth.

He shifted his weight, moving closer to me and his hard dick brushed against my thigh. I swallowed hard as the tangy scent of slick arousal filled our bedroom. Romping whenever and wherever we wanted in the house would be off the table soon but it wasn’t yet. As much as I looked forward to the birth of our pup, I knew their arrival would signal the end to early morning sex. Babies usually wanted attention at this time of the morning and our children always took priority.

“That’s why I have to get you while the getting’s good,” Cody teased, pulling away from the kiss to straddle my thighs. He stroked me, almost lazily. The smell of sleep clung to his skin and hair but the sleepy little smile he wore said it all. Hormones or time had made him horny. During his first pregnancy our lives were too messy for us to squeeze much romping around in. I had just lost my hand, and his pregnancy was a rough one.

“How are you going to get me?” I asked, quirking up my eyebrow.

“I already have you,” he said and squeezed my dick for emphasis.

I let out a long growl. It vibrated up my throat, releasing some of the pent-up pressure from all the stress. I was worried about Cody. I was worried about Coil and Sidney. Maybe even Raziel after my short conversation with Kodiak the night before but all of that faded away to background noise as my mate ran his soft hand up and down the length of my shaft. Everything and everyone except me and Cody faded away.

I trailed my fingers across his chest until I found his nipples. He leaned into my touch, and we kissed again. Long and hard this time, with our tongues battling it out between our mouths. He leaned in closer, and I ran my hands down his stomach to his hips and then finally to cup the firm, round globes of his ass. Cody sighed into the kiss, and I would’ve grinned if my mouth wasn’t already busy. I loved coaxing and teasing little sounds of pleasure from deep within him.

He rose up slightly, just enough to move over my dick and line up our bodies. My brain zipped to condoms for a second. An old habit that hadn’t quite died even while we were attempting to conceive.

“Already put the pup in there,” Cody teased and then bit his lip as he rubbed the hard head of my dick over his slick omegahole. I let out a long, slow breath and fought off the urge to thrust upward. I loved burying myself inside my mate. Loved how his body contracted around me, holding on for dear life when we were together. A hot blush dashed across Cody’s face.

“What?” I teased, realizing he’d picked up my thoughts over our mating link. “It’s true.”

“For dear life, huh?” he smirked.

“Yep. That’s what it feels like,” I nodded. “Like you’re never going to let me go.”

“Micah!” he said, his eyes growing wide. “Is that what “Never Let Me Go?” is really about?”

“Don’t worry. The guys don’t even know,” I chuckled, as my dick now slippery from his slick arousal escaped his hand.

“You wrote---” his blushed deepened and I kissed him again.

“Don’t be embarrassed. No one knows. Besides, you really like that song. It’s one of the first I wrote after losing my hand,” I reminded him. “Being with you was one of the few times I didn’t feel useless,” I switched to our mating link to keep the conversation going while we made out.

“You were never useless,” Cody said over our link. “Never. Not for one second. You were my tether to this life when I wanted to be anything but alive.”

I deepened the kiss and kneaded my fingers into his flesh.

“Alive we know we get to stay together,” I whispered to him.

Somewhere along the way, that had become our mantra. When trauma reared its ugly head, it’s what we focused on. Being together was the one thing no one could take away from us. In a million ways we were both so fucking replaceable but not to each other. No one could ever replace your true-mate. We clung to that and to each other and we stayed alive.

I wrapped my hand around Cody’s dick and stroked him while we kissed. I lost myself to the curve of his muscle as I slid my hand up and down him over and over again. I circled the mushroom head of his dick with my thumb and wiped away a drop of pre-cum. Cody moaned against my lips, and I swallowed down the sound of his pleasure as he reached down again taking my dick in his hand. This time instead of teasing us both, he led me home.

Whatever tension hid inside my body left as Cody slid his warm, slick omegahole onto me, consuming my dick. I leaned back against the pillows, keeping one hand on his ass and the other wrapped around his cock as we found the familiar rhythms between our bodies. I stroked him in time with how our hips ground together. He leaned in close, pressing his forehead against mine until he was the entirety of my field of vision. Our gazes locked as the fusion of our bodies stoked the fires burning inside of us. There was no such thing as too much Cody for me.

Our pleasure mingled over our mating link as if we were a single entity drawing breath and pleasure together. His dick slipped from my hand, and I gripped his hip, helping him keep pace as our thrusting and grinding quickened. My heart pounded in my ears or was that his? It didn’t matter. Our hearts were synced together again, beating in time as we sought out our pleasure. His slick omegahole tightened around me, threatening to milk out every drop of my self-control. He leaned back on the heels of his hands, panting and grinding down on me. Cody was a fucking sight to behold – all lean muscle sheened in sweat, riding over my dick with his head thrown back in pleasure. He licked his lips as I kneaded my fingers into his ass, moving him faster over me.

He brought up one hand and wrapped it around his dick. I groaned as those tiny points of pleasure translated over our mating link. He stroked himself, slow at first, as if to give me a show and then faster and harder in time with my thrusts up into his tight body. His dick trembled in his hand and my name poured off his kissable lips in a howl as he came, making a mess of us both with his warm, sticky streams. He kept riding me even as his body contorted from pleasure. I drove up hard into the familiar warmth of him, seeking out my pleasure even. It didn’t take much. The whole bedroom smelled like us and sex. Everything about Cody was everything I needed. As much as he claimed I kept him tethered to the living parts of Earthside – he was the one who kept me around. He was always my reason for something as simple as the act of breathing.

His body tightened around me and I howled, not bothering to hold back. Loud romping would be off the table soon too. My wolf howled inside his inner sanctum as my pleasure rocked through him too. I came hard in warm, sticky spurts into my mate’s body.

When there wasn’t a drop of pleasure left in either of us, Cody slid his legs out from under him and fell onto his back. Moving with him, I licked him clean, reveling in the taste of his salty pleasure dancing on my tongue before I gave him a post-coital kiss. He pulled me on top of him and kissed me hard while holding me close. This wouldn’t be allowed much longer either. We’d have to change up positions to accommodate his belly.

“Are you excited or dreading it all?” Cody laughed when our kiss finally broke.

“Excited,” I said, pressing my forehead against his. “My wolf worries. It’s what we do. It’s like he’s afraid we’re going to forget something and mess everything up.”

“Believe me, once my belly starts to show there will be no forgetting that I’m pregnant,” he laughed.

Tempted by his laughter wrapping around me, I kissed the tasty hollow of his throat. Then lower onto his collar bone before licking down to one of his nipples. He let out a wolfish whimper and I bit him.

“If you get me hard again, I’m topping you, mister,” he said playfully.

I shrugged and bit his other nipple. He couldn’t threaten this guy with a good time like that.