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Ollie grunted with his deep, even strokes. I felt so full already. I was going to come long before he did. I whimpered against his neck when my balls drew up and the tingle of my impending orgasm tickled my core.
"That's it, sweetheart. Come for me."
I curled against him with the force of it, my entire body constricting as though my core was imploding. Forcing my head up, I extended my neck so he could find where he wanted to bite me.
His bear's cold, wet nose nuzzled my shoulder, and heat engulfed my neck. It stung when he clamped down on the sensitive flesh where they connected.
He growled and bit down harder. His cock kicked inside me as he came.
I hissed from the pain, but then his knot pressed against my prostate, demanding my attention. I couldn't tell if I was already on the edge again or still in the throes of my first orgasm. My cock twitched valiantly, and another dribble of cum escaped.
"It's already healed."
I opened my eyes to find Ollie returned to his human form, gazing at me with awe. A bead of my blood clung to the corner of his mouth before he licked it away.
"Zander said it took a week for Dan's mark to heal. That first night, he lost so much blood, they almost went to the hospital."
I had so many questions about Dan, Zander, and the chaotic family Nora had mentioned while we'd baked cookies and vegan linguini. "When do I get to meet the rest of your family?"
Ollie dropped his head to my chest with a pained moan. "Please don't mention my family right now."
"You started it."
"I know." He thrust, and his knot pressed against me just right. All thoughts of anything but our mutual pleasure fled my mind.
CHAPTER 21
OLLIE
Time seemedto move too fast and too slow at the same time. I wanted to meet our cubs, but I also wanted everything to be perfect before they arrived.
I loved my basic cream-colored walls, but the babies needed more color in their lives. The wall behind their crib would look so good with a mural, but my artistic skills were sadly lacking. Blake was the better painter between us, but even non-toxic paint made him nauseous. We settled on pretty wall decals instead. The best part about them was their versatility. We could trade them out when we got tired of looking at them.
I'd heard of bird shifters, and even dragons, succumbing to the nesting urge during pregnancy, but I didn't know it also applied to humans. Blake dragged me to every furniture store in the Windy City, looking for the perfect matching rocking chairs. I appreciated the effort. If we would have gone with the ones I found online, we would have smashed them to bits the first time we sat on them. They were far too small for us.
Along the way, we splurged on half-price or buy-one-get-one decorative pillows everywhere we went. I thought Blake had gone mad when he started buying them in all colors of the rainbow, and then some. Then, he showed me the pretty blueand gold marble swirl pillow covers he'd found on clearance. He bought their entire remaining stock, and we had a gazillion matching pillows.
"You should save the pillows for the babies," I teased when he shoved two of them behind his lower back. He sat in his rocking chair with a sketchbook. Instead of poised to jot down ideas, he held a mechanical pencil sideways in his mouth.
"Uck-oo." His words came out garbled around the pencil.
I took the hint and headed to the kitchen to start dinner. While the rice cooked, I rinsed some beans for burritos and chopped up some tomatoes, peppers, and onions for pico de gallo.
While I finished sweeping them into a bowl, Blake stomped into the kitchen and threw himself down on the bench. He had another stack of pillows there, too, so he arranged them under and around him until he looked like a king ready to attend court.
"How's it going?" I asked.
"Not well." He'd removed the pencil from his mouth, but it left pressure marks at the corners.
"It can wait, you know." He'd been working on a design for a toy box, and it would be awhile before our kids were interested.
"I hate to tell you this, but we already have a pile of toys so high, we'd need to build another room to fit them all."
"Your sister is the worst culprit," I reminded him. "Did we really need her entire stash of beanie babies?"
He rested his arms on the table and leaned over as far as his bulging belly would allow. "She would have forgotten all about them if you hadn't stored all her stuff in our basement."
"You were losing money on that storage unit." First, he'd been upset that I'd gone with pre-made shelving units from the home goods store. Then, he'd yelled at me for sticking my nose where it didn't belong when I called the storage company and asked how much they charged per month.
