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Trevor woke one minute before his alarm buzzed at 7:00 a.m. and silently switched it off. The bedroom was dimly lit, the sun rising past thick clouds, and he could still hear the generator—the power had been out for hours. He no longer heard wind and he rolled to his back to look out the window and saw fat snowflakes still falling, but straight down now.

Trevor rolled toward his mate and nuzzled into her hair. She smelled sweet and sleepy, but was slowly waking. He cupped her 4-months pregnant belly gently, loving every warm curve.

Morning, pups, he said to her belly in ruhi.

Her belly squirmed and Trevor grinned, feeling the young in there turning somersaults.

“Erm,” Ella said, cupping her belly and squirming—then she sat straight up in bed, threw off the blankets, and quickly headed for the bathroom saying, “Gotta pee.”

She wore one of Trevor’s t-shirts and it barely covered the curves of her ass, pleasing Trevor into a grin and a growl. She looked hot as hell, her long black hair flowing midway down her back and her legs on full display.

“Sexy ass,” he called after her as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Trevor relaxed onto his pillow and resisted the urge to check his phone. It wasn’t making any noise and he wasn’t going to ruin that miracle by looking at it.

Ella returned quickly, smiled sweetly at him, then immediately dove under the blankets and pulled her pillow over her head. Trevor lifted the blanket and scooted closer to her, joining her under her pillow.

“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured into her ear, kissing it lightly, breathing deeply of her sweet scent.

“Cold,” she said, tucking her cold hands and feet under his body. He moved so she could get farther under him, and then he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close as possible, warming her with his body. They lay that way for several moments. Just when Trevor wondered if Ella had fallen asleep, she spoke.

“The wind stopped.”

“Yeah.”

“The generator’s on.”

“Since three in the morning.”

Ella pulled her hands and feet out from under Trevor, then she turned over so her back was to him. She scootched back and wiggled her ass against his front. His cock went instantly hard. He spooned her, tucking her into his body, his arms around her. She reached back with one hand and pulled him closer.

“Mmmmm,” he hummed, kissing down her neck, then running her hair through his hands. “You tempt me.”

Her hand slipped between them grasping for him through his boxers. She held him like a flashlight.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“Valentine’s Day present.”

She gripped him tighter for a second, then let go and sat straight up in the bed, making him groan and her pillow go flying.

“Valentine’s Day! I almost forgot,” Ella said.

Trevor raised up on one elbow, grinning at his female. “Not me.”

She shook her head and her black hair flew. One hand crept unconsciously to her belly while the other waved toward the window. “No, I mean, I didn’t really forget, but with all the worry about the storm, I forgot it was today.”

“Not me,” Trevor said again, grabbing her around the waist and hips and pulling her closer. He nipped at her thigh playfully.

“Think we’ll still go to dinner?”

Trevor looked out the window again, then back at his mate. “Maybe not, especially if it keeps snowing and the power stays out.”

She nodded like she expected that. They’d had plans to go to a fancy restaurant for Valentine’s Day dinner with Graeme, Heather, Wade, and Lorna, but yesterday, during the Civil Defense briefing, she’d whispered to him that a foot of snow overnight meant everybody would close their doors. She hadn’t been upset, just commenting.

“But you’re not cooking,” Trevor said. “I’ll cook if we can’t go anywhere.”

Ella smiled at him. “Mmm, tacos.”

He grinned. It was his go-to meal. “I could go for something good to eat,” he said, no longer talking about dinner.

He moved in close to her and kissed her collarbone. She put her head back, giving him access, then ran her fingers through his hair. When he checked her expression, it was challenging. He growled and nipped her again, thinking, It’s go time . He sat up and whipped his shirt off and flung it away, then resumed his position with his arms around her and his face pressed up against her thigh. She put her fingers back in his hair, then ran her hands lightly down his back. Trevor pulled her down to the bed, yanked the covers over the top of them, and pressed his body down on top of her. Her scent deepened and sweetened, and he took a deep breath, losing himself in it.

She pulled him in close, rubbing against him, then she yanked her shirt off and threw it to the side. He went for her neck, kissing her shoulder line, while the blankets tented over the top of them, surrounding them in their own private cocoon. He kissed across her shoulders, then down her arm, to her hand and fingers, nibbling on them. Then he headed back to her shoulders, and down to her breasts, brushing her black hair out of the way, growling lightly at the sight of her nipples. Ella arched her back, pushing her breasts into his face.

“Hot,” Trevor rasped.

He flicked her nipples with his tongue, while Ella’s hands traveled from his hair to his chest, to his back, and then she grabbed his cock with purpose, pulling at it, before letting her hands slide down it. Her touch was like velvet, soft yet firm enough to make him putty in her hands. She ran her fingertips up and down his cock lightly, making him stiffen and moan.

She teased him gently, and he panted against her chest, unable to form a thought, his body running the show.

She grabbed his cock like a handle and pulled, trying to guide him up toward her head. “Let me have a little.”

“What, your mouth?”

“Yeah, give it to me. Let me have a taste.”

“Shit,” Trevor said, moving so fast the bed made a sproing sound. “Your wish is my command.”

He knelt near her head so she could grasp his cock and pull it to her mouth. She licked it a little, sucked it into her mouth, then popped it back out and the sight almost drove him over the edge right away. She stroked him a few times, sat up and pushed him back onto the bed, then went down on him, both stroking and sucking. He moaned and put his hands in her hair, pulling it to the side, away from her face, so he could see what she was doing. She drove him mad, alternately kissing and licking, sucking and stroking,

She climbed on top of him, then reached between them and slipped him inside of her. Slowly, she inched her way down on his cock, while he watched her face. Once he was fully inside her, he grabbed her hips, held her how he wanted, and thrust into her from below.

“Ohhhh fuck,” she said, then she fell forward and clenched him until he slowed and changed the direction of his thrusts. She moved with him, then slightly against him, working toward her own orgasm. Within minutes, she was there. She went still and shuddered on top of him, and he groaned as her body clenched around his cock.

He took both her wrists and held them by her sides, and then he thrust into her again, and again, slowly at first, lost in the moment, focused only on her. She made sweet little noises of pleasure that really got his engine running. He thrust into her deeply, until his own release grew out of control, and all he could do was thrust one last time. He came, buried deep inside his mate.

“Unngggrrrr,” he growled out his pleasure, as Ella collapsed onto his chest and he held her tight. They stayed like that for several moments, their breathing calming little by little.

After a bit, Ella moved and dropped to the bed, then lay her head on her own pillow and sighed with satisfaction. Trevor grabbed a hand towel from a drawer and wiped her up as best he could, then rinsed the towel in the bathroom and threw it down the laundry chute.

“Thanks,” she said, face-down, her voice muffled by the pillow.

“No, thank you,” he said, bending to kiss her on the shoulder, then covering her with the blanket.

She took the blanket and rolled to her back, her face flushed, her hair beautifully messy on the pillow. She flung one arm over her head and looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “I can’t believe we weren’t interrupted.”

Trevor leaned over her and pulled all her hair into one thick ponytail. He combed his fingers through it gently, then draped it neatly on the pillow. He smiled at his mate, as he picked up his phone and looked at it.

“I can’t either,” he said… then he saw something he hadn’t seen before.

“Oh shit,” he said, turning the screen around to show Ella. “No service.”

“Ah, okay.”

Trevor leaned over the bed and kissed his mate one more time, then said, “I’m gonna take a shower, then I’ll go downstairs and see what’s up.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Ella said, snuggling into her pillow.

Trevor picked up his clothes that he’d laid out the night before and headed into the shower. All he needed was ten minutes, and then he’d be clean, dressed, shaved, and ready to grab the day by the throat.