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Fuck! I finally get my breath back and give Ember a small kiss on the corner of her mouth as she’s still panting. I pull her shirt back down, trying to decide if I should smirk or grimace at my cum painting her stomach and the base of her tits. I stand, tucking my cock back into my boxers.

“Come on, let's strip the bed and get cleaned up.” Ember flinches and nods, and with her head down, she starts to strip the sheets off the bed, trying not to focus on the feelings that seeing my cum running down the side of her leg ignites in me.

I step up behind her, being conscious not to rub more cum on her fantastic ass. I kiss her shoulder over my mark, which causes her to arch her back, pushing the aforementioned ass against my already semi-hard cock, and jutting her beautiful tits out, mmmmmm focus!

“I only said to strip the bed to save Alma from doing it. We will be going to my room to shower, and then WE will be sleeping there.” I kiss her temple

“WE?” she asks in a small unsure voice.

“Yes, baby WE, I’m yours, Ember, your teeth mark confirms that,” I smirk, she hadn’t realized what she did, but I’m not letting her regret it now,

“Now get the bed stripped, and in my shower before I bend you over fully sealing our bond by giving you my Alpha mark as you cum around my Knot while my cum continues to drip off those perfect tits of yours!” I chuckle

Wow, that got her moving. Once the bed is stripped, I drop the sheets in the shoot on the way to my room. I push her towards the bathroom, flicking on my shower, then heading into my closet to grab her a shirt, boxers, and socks in case she still gets cold feet at night, I also grab a clean pair of boxers for myself. I walk back into the bathroom, kicking my soiled boxers in the direction of the hamper. I step into the shower with Ember, still not quite believing she’s here, even with the taste of her cum and blood on my tongue, I take over washing her back without a word, making a note of the new scars and the 10 mate marks under her birthmark, they run down her spine finishing an inch above her panty line, I recognize some including my twins, but right now I focus on mine, kissing it, I then spin her around.

Ember is only 4ft9 with curves for days, all in the right places. However, there is tone to them, but she has always been... I don’t want to say chubby cause that feels wrong.

She has wide hips, thick thighs, and a trim waist, and her tits and arse are the perfect size for my hands, more than handfuls. Her hair is normally wild curls, but as it's wet, it just falls straight down past her ass. My baby is just perfect; she always has been.

I lift her, pressing her to the cool tile wall, I step into the cradle of her legs. My cock is rock solid again and is pointing up at my stomach, so as she wraps her legs around my waist, linking her ankles together over my ass, it pulls me closer, and my cock throbs from the heat of her core. I kiss from my mark up her neck, then take her mouth. She starts to grind against me, using her grip on my shoulders and her thighs over my hips, urging me to join, which I do willingly. Our combined moans start to fill the room. Soon our joint climax hits, with her gasping out my name and fisting my hair. I fucking love her hands in my hair. I lean in and give her a soft kiss on the lips.

“ I love you, Ember.” I lock eyes with her, and I don’t let her look away.

“I’ve never stopped loving you, ,” she says with a smile, which becomes a smirk as I put her down to rinse off our joint release from our stomachs.

“Pine gives the best hugs, though,” she says, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around those moreish curves. I twist and catch the bemused look I give her in the mirror as she wraps her hair in another towel, grabbing my hair brush and some of the hair elastics Jay leaves everywhere she steps out of the bathroom. Pine is bouncing around in my chest like a puppy. I wash my hair and then follow Ember back to the bedroom. Her hair is irritatingly braided again. I prefer it to be loose, but I know why she does this at night, especially now that I’ve seen its current length. I make a note to tell Miles not to cut too much off it. She’s curled up in bed, facing the window with the curtains still open. I slide in behind her, pulling her to my chest. We don’t say anything for a long time. Just before her breath evens out, she whispers,

“It's a blood moon tomorrow night, just like the first time we met.” Well fuck, sorry, Mika, but I’m marking your daughter fully tomorrow under that moon. I fall asleep planning how to tell Mika I’m about to defile his newly found baby girl.