Page 29 of The Tiger's Secret Baby (Savage Shifters Special Ops 4)

“A couple of reasons,” Gage said. “First, they are shifters. They have to learn at an early age how to protect themselves and their property. They have to learn about stealth, their abilities, and their limitations. Second, it is important that they have a part in defending their own home. It will instill a sense of pride.”

“I don’t know,” I said, still hesitant.

“We train our kids at a very young age in our clans. These are important lessons,” Damian said.

“Any person who doesn’t want to participate, doesn’t have to, and no one will think less of them. For example, if Rudolph, after we work with training the kids, doesn’t feel comfortable, he doesn’t have to be a part of it, and no one will think any less of him,” Gage said.

Jessie ruefully rubbed his nose that was now red from scrubbing. “I’m in,” he said.

I sighed heavily. The mama part of me didn’t like it. Children fighting wasn’t something that I could say “yes” to easily. Yet, they were shifters and I wasn’t. These men were all leaders. They knew what was best. And I trusted them implicitly.

“Ask each person individually, so that no one says ‘yes’ because of peer pressure. You guys are clan leaders, so you know best on how to lead. I’m just a person who tries to teach them to speak correct English and do math.”

As expected, each of the kids wanted to participate. The youngest of my brood was ten, so they weren’t really babies. I just thought of them as babies, because that’s what mamas do. Magnar was still my baby, and he was a grown man who towered above me.

Damian came in after meeting with his team and talking to Andrew and Alex.

I was lying in bed already. I had a book open, but it had been on the same page for about half an hour.

He smiled at me and brushed a piece of hair that had fallen across my forehead. “I promise, everything will be fine.”

“Do you think this plan will work?” I asked.

“I know it will,” he said confidently.

“The bad guys are going to have guns. My little bear isn’t going to be bullet proof.”

“Honey, your little bear is bigger than you,” he smiled at me. “I promise that our guys will make sure that they are well protected. Can I promise that absolutely no one will get hurt? No. But I couldn’t promise you that if you guys were all back in the house, holed up. I couldn’t even promise you that if you were somewhere else, because it would be like Duggers to come after you, even if you did move, just because he could. What I can promise you is that the kids would be antsy if they weren’t helping and that we will work with them extensively to make sure that they are very well trained.”

I sighed again. It seems that I was sighing a lot lately.

Damian stared at me for a second as though he were going to ask me a question.

Then, he leaned over and kissed me, gently. His lips touched mine with the barest hint of a whisper. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled on it. He traced my lips with his tongue.

I moaned as he slipped his tongue between my lips. He tickled the roof of my mouth and then stroked the top of my tongue. He sucked my tongue, biting the tip of it gently.

The center of my womanhood became very hot and wet. I was aching for more than just his sweet kisses.

He pulled my tank top off of me and cupped both of my huge breasts. He ran his thumb over the both of them, making them instantly hard.

Damian kissed my neck, moving down to one of my globes. He twirled his tongue around the taut little bud, never touching it.

“Please,” I said. “I need you to lick my nipple.”

In response, Damian sucked it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. I moaned as electrical sparks shot through my entire body.

My legs automatically spread in response, needing his cock to fill me. He wasn’t intending on taking care of that need, at least for a bit.

He turned his attention to my other nipple, igniting a new wave of electrical energy that exploded inside of me.

I moaned and writhed. My fingers threaded through is hair. I thrust my breasts up, pushing them further into his face.

Damian stood up for a second, long enough to shed his clothes. Once again, my breath was whisked away at the sight of the gloriously sexy man who stood in front of me. His hard chest was sprinkled with just the right amount of hair. The hair trailed to his hard abdomen, which in turn led my eyes to his hard, thick cock that protruded proudly from his body. I licked my lick, knowing that I would love to taste him.

His legs were also thick and muscular. He could not have been more sexy than if he had been sculpted by the master, Michelangelo, himself.

He pulled my panties off and threw them across the room.

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