Page 96 of Surprise Mother Pucker

“Well, you can ask for stress relief anytime you want,” I murmured, trailing kisses along her neck. I wanted to take my time with her, gently kissing every inch of her skin. But Kennedy had other ideas. Grabbing the hem of the oversized T-shirt she was wearing, she pulled it up and over her head, freeing her glorious tits.

They had definitely gotten bigger. I would know because I had spent a good amount of time staring at Kennedy’s tits whiletrying not to look like a creeper. It wasn’t my fault she was so goddamn stunning I couldn't keep my eyes off her. And it wasn't like I was only staring at her tits; I would also stare at the way her nose tilted up, the way her mouth curved when she smiled, or the way her ass looked absolutely spectacular in leggings.

What can I say? I was an alpha who contained multitudes.

“I should,” Kennedy agreed. “I’ve been so busy, but I’m getting to that stage of pregnancy when I’m a walking horndog.”

I paused. “This happened before?”

Kennedy nodded. “Toward the end of my second trimester with Charlotte, all I could think about was sex. I was basically a frat boy for a while.” She laughed.

“And just how did you deal with those urges?” I asked, keeping my voice level, even though it was a difficult task. The idea of anyone else touching her made me want to fly into a rage. Kennedy was mine.

Ours.

My pack mates could touch her, and that was damn hot to watch, but anyone else, and I would try and murder them. I knew it wasn’t rational. Kennedy was a grown woman, and she had her own needs to take care of, and none of us had been around to take care of them back then.

But alpha instincts weren't exactly logical in nature.

They were possessive and domineering. If I thought for one moment Kennedy would accept it, I would kidnap her and our adorable tiny terror and keep them locked away in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Somewhere only my pack mates and I could be with her. No one else deserved to be in her presence.

If another alpha had touched her while pregnant, I was going to lose my mind. If she told me his name, how hard would it be for me to track him down and punch him a few times? The fucker would clearly deserve it for touching what was mine.

“I masturbated. A lot.” Kennedy laughed. “Relax, Micha, you look like you're about to have an aneurysm.”

“Sorry, I'm feeling a little possessive,” I admitted, gently tracing a finger over her nipple, enjoying the way it pebbled for me.

“Don't you worry, you guys are it for me. Honestly, I don't think I could ever date again, because no man is ever going to live up to everything you guys have done for me. You've ruined me.”

A rush of pride hit me. We had ruined her for everyone else? Perfect. I would happily spend the rest of my life making sure that Kennedy was so goddamn spoiled, she would never leave us.

I doubted it would be that difficult, since Kennedy had been so badly treated in the past. She didn't understand everything she deserved in life. We'd been doing the bare minimum, and she had been acting like we were spoiling her past recognition.

That just made spoiling her a whole lot more fun.

“Masturbating, you say?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow. “You know, I'm going to have to see that at some point. Did you just use your fingers, or did you use a toy?”

“I used a toy, but it was cheap and old, and it died before I got to the end of my pregnancy.” She pouted.

Well, if our girl liked toys, I guess it was my duty to order her all kinds of toys. I would get children's toys for Charlotte and adult toys for Mommy and Daddy.

“That’s a tragedy,” I said.

“I agree!” She laughed. “So, I guess for now, you guys are going to have to do!”

“I think we can rise to the challenge,” I said as I bent, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth. A low moan escaped Kennedy’s chest.

“That feels so good,” she said breathlessly.

“That is only the start.” I rolled us so I was hovering above her, my eyes never leaving her chest.

Kennedy was perfection.

Sinking down, I ignored Kennedy's protests as she tried to keep kissing me while I gripped the waistband of her sleep shorts and pulled them off.

A waft of sweet slick scent hit me in the face. My mouth filled with saliva, and I wanted nothing more than to dive in.

Kennedy smelled better than any dessert I'd ever come across. Sweet and floral but also musky.

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