Page 14 of Undesired Mate
EPILOGUE
Clara
One Year Later…
“Let me take care of this.”
Levi is a dedicated father by anybody’s definition, but I still lift an eyebrow when he enters the baby’s room with so much determination. “Bedtime is my thing. When this one is born,” I continue, patting my belly with one hand while holding our daughter against my shoulder with the other, “we can split bedtime. You can handle one, I’ll take the other.”
“Then give me the chance to practice a little more.” He winks, leaning in to kiss me before gently taking Emma from my arms. “Come on. We’ll give Mommy the chance to rest for a little bit so she can have energy for Daddy tonight.”
“Oh, that’s what this is all about? I should’ve known.” Really, I should have. I’ve only known for a few days about baby number two, but already Levi has found a handful of opportunities to ravish me. He was like this when I was pregnant with Emma, too. Something about me changes—my scent, I guess. And it drives him crazy.
It drives me crazy, too. I only try to give him a hard time about his insatiable appetite, but it’s almost worse for me. I’m dealing with what my wolf wants and what my hormones sort of demand at the same time. Basically, he could brush a hand over my ass, and I’d be ready to go.
After kissing Emma good night and running a hand over her soft black curls, I putter around the house, straightening up a few things while turning off the lights on the first floor. It was nice, moving into this comfortable house once Levi and I were married. It didn’t take long after my first shift for us to have the wedding, with the whole pack in attendance. Once I shifted, they were all happy to accept me.
It still doesn’t feel real a year later, already pregnant with our second child, finally having the family I used to dream of. Back when I imagined it would never be possible for me.
But it is real. It’s my everyday life. All the past pain and loneliness is behind me—over. There is nothing but happiness in the future. Love. So much love.
Levi is on his way out of the nursery when I climb the stairs again. He actually looks crestfallen when we meet up in the hallway. “You weren’t supposed to be doing chores. That sort of defeats the purpose.”
“I was only closing up the house.” Standing on tiptoe, I place a soft kiss against his lips before grinning. “Because I plan to fuck you into the mattress until you’re too exhausted to stand before morning.”
A wicked gleam touches his eyes before he sweeps me up in his arms, laughing quietly, since I don’t want to disturb Emma. He practically runs down the hall to our bedroom, tossing me onto the bed hard enough that I bounce and laugh again.
“No, no,” I tell him as I sit up and pull my T-shirt over my head. “Not that way. Take off your clothes and lie on your back so I can ride that dick.”
“Holy fuck,” he whispers, hesitating barely a split second before tearing off his shirt, then dropping his jeans. He’s already hard, dripping pre-come once he lowers his shorts. “Remind me to keep you pregnant. I love what it does to you.”
After lying back quickly to lift my hips and pull my leggings and thong off, I sit up and reach for him. “What does it do to me?” I ask, teasing, pulling him down onto the bed so I can straddle him. I’m so hot already, wet and throbbing.
“This.” His hands run up and down my body, taking in my curves. I’m fuller than I used to be, not only because I eat a lot more regularly now. My boobs are bigger, my hips wider after having Emma.
And he loves it, growling, breathing faster as he tweaks my nipples, making me whine with need before I raise myself up on my knees and take him in my hand. “Do you think there’s ever going to be a time when we don’t want to do this?”
“No fucking chance.” His eyes close, teeth gritting as I guide him inside me. This is the part I love most. Watching him. Making him lose control, and all because of the way I make him feel. There’s nothing like it. He’s right. I will never get tired of it.
Just like I’ll never get tired of the way he fills and stretches me. The way his wide head rubs my clit from the inside while I grind against his base. “That’s right,” he whispers, pressing his hands against my lower back to pull me down until our mouths meet in a deep kiss. When he lets me up for air, he grunts, “Fuck me. Break the fucking bed if you want to.”
That sounds like a challenge to me. With one hand on either side of his head, I set my rhythm, moving slowly, savoring every inch of him moving inside me. “So good,” I whisper, rolling my hips, listening to his helpless grunts.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, and he only groans before grabbing my boobs and running his tongue back-and-forth from one nipple to the other. My eyes close as a wave of pleasure takes hold and makes me ride harder.
The bed creaks faster, louder. “Harder,” Levi demands, reaching behind me to slap my ass before pressing his fingers into my cheeks. “Come on. The bed is still in one piece.”
“Don’t… tempt… me…” I warn between strokes, closing my eyes to focus on the tension growing, building, completely taking over my every thought.
“Getting tighter,” he whispers, thrusting upward to meet my strokes, fucking me as I fuck him. Pulling me down harder, faster, until the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together competes with the creaking bed and our combined moans. Until the tension builds, and I hear my wolf’s satisfaction in my head a split second before it all shatters around me and I’m left floating in warm, sweet bliss.
“Fuck, yeah,” Levi grunts, losing his rhythm before letting go and flooding my pussy with his seed. All I can do is hold him, clinging in the aftermath. It rocks me to my core, like always. Remembering there’s something so much bigger and stronger than both of us. What we make together.
“Well,” he whispers from under me once we’ve caught our breath. “Seems to me the bed is still in one piece. I’m a little disappointed.”
“You know what that means, don’t you?” Pushing myself up on one arm, I grin down at him. “We’re just going to have to try again.”
His nostrils flare in a deep breath while he runs his hands through my hair. A tiny grin starts to stir, but it’s the way he stirs inside me that makes me moan softly. “What a shame,” he growls before rolling us over to start again.
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