Page 68 of Duke's Baby Deal
He pulled me hard against him, his hands already grappling with my shirt, dragging it up my body so he could run his hands over my bare skin. I moaned into his mouth and shoved at his jeans.
“Off,” I demanded. “Now.”
“Pushy omega.” But he grinned and nibbled at my neck, ignoring my request and making short work of my jeans.
“Hardly fair,” I complained as I toed off my sneakers and stepped out of the jeans.
“Don’t worry,” he said as his hands left lines of bright arousal on my body. “You won’t be the only one naked for long.” And almost as quick as he said it, his jeans were sliding down his thighs, and then we were both naked and he’d picked me up with his hands underneath my thighs to carry me over to the couch. We fell on it and my quiet Duke disappeared behind a man who was no stranger to lovemaking. Of course, with a decade more experience, I shouldn’t have been surprised. Okay, I wasn’t really, but only because I was too busy trying not to melt into a puddle as he stroked and nibbled and licked and did things I had never even imagined, or read about in Bax’s books.
I did my best to return the favor, and we rolled around on the couch, desperately grabbing for whatever we could reach. One of my feet got stuck down between the cushion and the back of the couch and as I wrenched it out, we tipped over the edge and landed on the floor in an awkward heap of arms and legs.
“Ow,” Duke said, the rolled us over so he was on top of me again. “You’re gorgeous,” he breathed against my chest, and if my nipples weren’t much good for feeding my babies, there were excellent for Duke’s purpose of driving me absolutely insane. He licked at them and sucked and brushed them with his teeth until I was ready to cry with frustration. His hand stroked my waist, then my hip, then trailed up the inside of my thigh to cup my balls gently. It felt so good my eyes rolled back in my head and I shoved them at him with a wordless cry, begging for him to take me and make me his.
He chuckled, and his laughter made his body shiver against mine.
“Duke, please,” I whispered. This was so much better than with Justin. Then, I’d only had the heat to carry me. With Duke, I didn’t need to be in heat. I just needed him. “Duke.” I lifted my head and forced my eyes to focus. “Now. I know I should be patient—”
He grinned at me. “No you shouldn’t. Ask for what you want. I’ll give it to you.” He moved up between my thighs, giving my cock a quick stroke in passing that made me howl.
“Shh,” he joked. “You’ll wake the babies.” I didn’t have time to snark at him, though. He reached down between us and Ifelthim, hot against me, then a slow pressure that both ached and made me whimper with anticipation. Slowly, he pushed forward, his eyes locked on mine, and I got to watch as the sensation overwhelmed him as well, his eyes going wide, his mouth slack, his expression urgent. “I love you,” he whispered and bowed his head against mine.
“I love you too,” I told him as he filled me completely. His hips moved, and I let my body do what felt natural. My legs wrapped themselves around his waist and I wound my arms around his neck and shoulders and held him as close as I could. His breath was shaky against my neck and he moaned as he pulled back, then pushed forward again. His moan mingled with mine and I clutched at him, as if holding him tightly could keep me from flying apart.
He did that amazing out and in again and I watched his face in sheer amazement that he could bring me so much pleasure just by being him. This was what being mated was supposed to be like, what I’d always hoped for. It was better than the books, better than I’d ever been able to imagine.
Duke took over entirely, his weight braced on his elbows, his body blocking out the world. It was just the two of us, and it was heaven. His body moved in a rhythm mine leaped to match, and each thrust of his hips added to the overwhelming pleasure until everything disappeared but his eyes on mine and the glide and flex of his body against me.
As much as I wanted it to last forever, I also didn’t. A heavy knot of tension coiled inside me, waiting to be released, and the closer that release came, the more I wanted it. “Now, Duke!”
“What do you want me to do?” he breathed against my ear.
I nearly screamed. How was I supposed to know? I’d never done this before with someone I wanted to do it with. “Just make me come! Whatever you want! Please!” I hitched my legs up higher and arched my back.
He shifted his weight, planted a kiss on my cheek, then reached between and took hold of me.
“Ahhhhh,” I yelled, careless of the babies. If I woke them, I couldn’t tell, because all I was aware of was myself and Duke and my body spinning out of control, rocketing up toward my own climax. I could tell already, this one would be different from the ones I’d given myself in the shower, or in my bedroom on the rare occasions that my parents left me home alone for a few minutes. The one with Justin didn’t even rate; it was completely obliterated by what Duke was doing to and for me. I squirmed and cried out and he thrust into me, faster and faster, making low agonized noises of his own, until my world exploded and my body completely unwound itself to his touch.
I came back to myself sobbing gently, with Duke holding me so tight I could barely breathe, buried so deep inside it was like we were one person. He grunted and thrust again once more, then, slow as dandelion fluff drifting to earth, his muscles unbunched and he slipped out so he could lie by my side. His head rested on my shoulder and he held me nearly as close as he had just moments before.
All I could smell was us, sweat and sex and another bright scent that made me think of happiness. Like, I was smelling that we were happy. That was a nice thought. I snuggled down with Duke and stroked and kissed his hair, because it felt right to do it. I was his and he was mine now, and it was going to be forever, because Duke was Duke, and I loved him fiercely.
And, holy fuck, the babies were still asleep.
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
All the guys working on the new houses got to knock off early for full moon in August. They were nearly done the houses that had been planned for this year—the budget was pretty much shot. But they were new houses, beautiful ones. Duke’s and Bram’s was closed in, with the interior still left to do because they wouldn’t be living in it this year, unless they come home for the summer. And if they did, there’d be enough time to get walls up, and probably scrounge furniture. Duke would have time this winter anyway, to build bedframes and tables and chairs and shelves, so they wouldn’t have to do completely without.
The clinic half was being left alone. It would be filled in slowly as bits of money came free. Bram had mentioned an ultrasound machine, but Duke wasn’t holding out much hope. They were expensive, though Quin had said doubtfully that he could have someone look out for a used one.
So Duke was home, just getting out of the shower, when Bram came in the door with Isolde. “Oh, you’re home! Here, hold her while I get Jedrick.”
“I should build you a ramp so you could just drive them into the house.” He watched while Bram picked Jedrick out of the stroller and looped his arm through the handle so he could drag it up onto the porch.
“We’re only here another couple of weeks anyway. If we come home for the summer, maybe you can do it then. If we’re not in the new house.”
“Deal.” Duke leaned down to steal a kiss, then followed Bram over to the pups’ blanket on the floor and set Isolde down next to Jedrick. “It’s our last full moon here before you’re buried in school work. Why don’t we leave them with the daycare folks and go run together.” He nudged Bram’s hip and winked bawdily at him. Bram hadn’t been out on full moon since before the babies were born. They were now four months old—it was time. And Duke was looking forward to a full moon with a mate who might now be interested in getting up to a littleadultmischief once they were out of sight of the rest of the pack.
But Bram, after everything that had happened, was an excellent parent. So excellent, that his response to a subtle proposal of moonlit hanky-panky was, “I don’t know, they’ve never really had anyone else look after them…”
