Page 122 of A Wolf's Wound
“You still look amazing,” Ryder says.He unbuttons his shirt and steps out of his pants before noticing I’m looking at him.“What?”he asks.
“Just—you’re my husband, my mate,” I say.“That’s pretty wild.”
“And you’re my wife, my mate.”Ryder comes over to me, just wearing boxer shorts.“My very overdressed wife, I might add.”
“I’m pretty sure you can help me with that,” I say, pulling out the last pin and letting my hair fall around my shoulders.
“Gladly,” Ryder says, unzipping my dress.I step out of it and then unclasp my bra.Ryder cups his hands around my breasts and kisses me, slow and deep.
“Mmm,” I moan, leaning into him.“That feels so good.”
“I know what will feel even better,” he says and I giggle.
“You don’t need to use any cheesy lines.I’m already yours,” I say and he grins.
We sink into the bed and Ryder rolls on top of me.His body is warm and taut, and I run my hands over his back, delighting that he’s truly mine now.
I kiss him and then begin kissing up the side of his face.When Ryder groans with pleasure, I feel a flush of happiness and power run through me that I can make this man feel these things.I nibble his ear and he groans again.“Oh my god, Hannah, I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Ryder,” I whisper into his ear.
He nuzzles his mouth against my collarbone and then kisses a trail down me, ending at my hips.He kisses his way over until he’s pressing against me, his tongue warm and firm right where I like it the best.
“Oh god, Ryder,” I moan, grasping his thick hair in my hands.“Oh, don’t stop!”
I come quickly, shuddering with pleasure, and instantly want this feeling again.I roll over so I’m straddling Ryder and lower myself onto him, and he moans.His hands slide to my hips as I move, our bodies connected and sweaty.He pushes into me, strong and deep, and this time we come together.
Afterward, Ryder pulls me close to him.I feel him take a breath followed by a deeper one.It sounds like he’s sniffing something.“Your scent,” he says, sounding stunned.
I flip over so I’m facing him.Ryder looks shocked.“What is it?”I ask, alarmed.
“Hannah…” He trails off, studying my face.He leans forward, inhaling deeply against my skin as a huge, silly grin overtakes his face.“You’re pregnant.”
“What?”I ask.Surely, I can’t have heard him right, what with his face buried in my shoulder.Ryder pulls away from my bare skin, reaching up to caress my face softly, his eyes soft and sparking with unadulterated joy.
“You’re pregnant, Hannah.We’re going to have a baby!”
Every range of emotions crashes through me, my world narrowing to the blue of Ryder’s eyes.My mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, my mind reaching for words that just won’t come.
In awe, I look down at my stomach.It looks the same as it always has, yet…
I know he’s right.Somehow, instinctively, I know Ryder’s telling the truth.
I’m pregnant.
The absolute terror that was warring against my joy ebbs away as quickly as it comes, chased off by images of a smiling, blue-eyed baby in Ryder’s arms.
“We’re going to have a baby,” I murmur, dragging my eyes away from my stomach back up to Ryder.Unshed tears sparkle in his eyes as he grins at me, white-hot pinpricks of tears gathering in my own.
Ryder’s lips crash over mine, expressing everything I don’t know how to put into words.Joy, contentment, excitement, anxiety all expressed through the sweeps of his tongue and the movement of his lips.
He leaves me breathless as he pulls away, that same wide grin returning.
“We’re going to have a baby!”he shouts excitedly, throwing his arms around me and dragging me into his chest.I giggle, nestling in closer as my heart swells so large that it can’t possibly fit in my body.
All of a sudden, forever doesn’t seem so frightening anymore.
I just hope the scent Brian created is erased so my forever won’t be tainted by the same troubles we faced at first.
