“I’m sorry, babygirl. Did I leave you empty when you came?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Don’t worry, I’m about to stuff you full of my cock, sweetheart. Don’t move.” I leave her for a moment to grab the lubricant I picked up on my way home. Using a generous amount, I coat my cock and her anus, then arrange a pillow under her hips to make her more comfortable.
I pepper her ass with a few more spanks. “Reach back and open your ass for me,” I command.
She immediately obeys, obviously completely trusting of me at this point.
I straddle her hips and rub the head of my cock over her anus. “Take me.”
She squeezes at first, but I wait until her anus relaxes and opens. I ease forward, going slowly as she gets used to having her ass filled.
“Good girl,” I praise, and she relaxes more. “Put your fingers between your legs again, sweetheart. Work that pussy for me while I fuck your ass.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I fucking love how agreeable she is. How on board. How willingly she goes with my dirty talk and kinky play.
Once I’m all the way inside her, I start to pump slowly. Just a little. In and out. Gradually I let the movements grow until I’m stroking all the way—filling and emptying her.
Her moans and the slick sounds of frantic fingers working between her legs fill the room.
“Are you going to put yourself in danger again, babygirl?”
“No, Daddy!”
“No. You’re going to let your daddy take care of you, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Yes, please. I need that.” She sounds desperate, like she’s going to come again.
It makes me desperate to orgasm as well.
“Fuck,” I growl, pumping faster, trying not to let my movements get erratic or jerky as my thighs tense.
“Please, please, Daddy!” she squeals.
I shout and shove in deep, filling her ass with my cum as I reach around the front of her hips to sink my fingers deep in her squeezing cunt.
“Oh Fates, yes,” I pant against her ear, rocking slowly.
“Yes,” she moans her agreement.
“You’re mine now,” I tell her, panting against her back. I kiss her ear, her jaw, along her hairline.
“You’re mine,” she says back. “I’m going to take care of you, too.”
I chuckle and ease out of her. “Stay there, babygirl,” I murmur, then get up to bring a washcloth and clean her up. When I finish she rolls over, and I pull the pillow out and settle on top of her, dropping kisses all over her lovely heart-shaped face.
“You don’t need to take care of me, little wolf. Having you in my bed is reward enough. I want you to take care of yourself. You could go to college if you wanted. Or stay home. Or work. Anything that lights you up. That’s what I want from you.”
She wraps her arms and legs around me, yanking me flush against her.
I chuckle. “I’m going to squish you, sweetheart.”
“No you won’t,” she says, face buried in my neck.
“I love you, sweet girl.”
“You’re more than my mate. More than my daddy. You’re a hero, in the true sense of the word. You give yourself for the protection of others. Travis would be honored with what you’ve done in his memory, and I’m so proud to be your mate.”
My eyes and nose get hot for a moment. “Thank you, babygirl.”
EPILOGUE
Colleen
“I hear the heartbeat,” Mark murmurs, his ear pressed to my swollen belly.
We’re on our babymoon—the honeymoon you take before the baby arrives, since afterward there will be no sleep—in a cabin in the Swiss Alps. The pups are staying with a shifter family in Denver who have kids almost the exact same ages. I talked to them on the phone this morning, and they sounded like they were having the time of their lives.
I giggle. “Even with shifter hearing, you can’t possibly hear her heartbeat.”
Mark lifts his head and grins. “Her? Do you know something you’re not sharing?”
I flush. “I’ve been having dreams.”
“Oh yeah?” He strokes a circle around my belly, then over my hip. “What did you dream, babygirl?”
“I dreamt we had her in a cabin like this one—but in Colorado. The pups were there, and you caught her. You held her in your hands and called out, It’s a girl, and all four of us started crying with joy.”
Mark’s eyes get misty, the same way they had in my dream. “Sounds perfect.”
He’s been an amazing father to Angie and Jayden. They adore him. Having an asshole for a father made them completely open and grateful for a father who is kind and attentive. Honorable.
They both did well in the human school I put them in, and I enrolled in community college although I still haven’t decided what I want to major in. I was planning to drop out when the baby comes, but Mark said I should try to stay in school and just take one class at a time. I think he wants me to know I have more options than staying home, raising pups and serving my mate.