Page 57 of A Brighter Yellow
“Yes,” agreed Ochre.
She made an annoyed sort of sputter. “But I didn’t even know then.”
“Neither did I,” said Ochre. “Doesn’t make it less true.” He put his hand up into her hair, marveling at the luxurious slip and slide of the glorious red strands in his fingers. Anna’s expression softened, and her eyes half-closed as she leaned into his hand.
“Mmm, Ochre,” she sighed as a smile curved her lips. He stretched up to kiss along the column of her neck. Abruptly, she pulled back and looked down at him. “I… We…” Her lips pursed. There was worry coming out of her head and…
“Babies?” asked Ochre.
“No!” she exclaimed. “I can’t have babies right now!”
“I wasn’t suggesting we do,” said Ochre, feeling confused. “But you were thinking about them?”
She took a deep breath. “If you’re my mate, then we could be… I can get pregnant! I am not ready for that!”
“Neither am I,” agreed Ochre.
“I’m also not ready for safe sex. I never even bothered to pay attention to that in school! Wolves can’t get sick or pregnant with humans, so what was the point? I don’t know what I’m supposed to do!”
Ochre began to laugh, and then she growled at him. “Sorry, sorry,” he gasped, trying to contain the giggles. “I’m not laughing at you. What do wolves use to prevent babies then?”
“We don’t bother. Babies are a blessing.” Ochre nodded at that—babies were always welcome in Supernatural families. “Or we pull out,” said Anna pragmatically.
“Right, of course,” said Ochre, still chuckling.
“Stop laughing!”
“Sorry!” Ochre said again. “I’ve just literally never had this problem before.”
“Neither have I! That is my point.”
He managed to get serious and put his hands on either side of her face and gave her a kiss. “Do not worry.” He kissed her again. “I did pay attention.” Another kiss. “I have a spell. It prevents pregnancy.”
“Really?” she pulled back, looking surprised. “I rather got the impression that it was the woman’s responsibility.”
“Only if you’re an asshole who doesn’t care about his partner,” said Ochre.
“Huh,” said Anna. “Well, in that case,” she settled herself back onto his chest and ran her hand gently down his side.
“Mm,” said Ochre, giving her tiny kisses along her lips. “Definitely that case.”
“What?” she asked as her hand slid gently onto his cock.
“Hm?”
“Right,” said Anna, as she ran her fingers on the underside of his dick, making him groan. Her smile was wicked and smug as she leaned over to kiss him.
“You think just because I’m your mate, I’m going to roll over and put out?” he asked, grinning.
“Yes,” she said, nodding seriously. “I do.”
Ochre chuckled around her next kiss, but sighed in an agony of pleasure as she curled her hand around him. She stroked gently as she kissed him, nibbling along his jaw and then up to his ear. Her tongue caressed the tip of his ear.
He reached down, letting his hand drift across her breasts and belly, and then slid his fingers between her thighs. Anna made the tiniest moan as he slid a finger inside her. He knew his Anna—he knew she hated slow, and he knew that this exquisite torture of using only their hands wouldn’t last. It was more a matter of how long he could hold out.
Anna put her mouth on the pointed part of his ear and sucked, while at the same time, her hand tightened around his dick.
“Oh, fuckity fuck fuck,” he groaned, and she giggled. He had never realized how sensitive his ear tips were before.
