Swearing to Love You

“I am so freaking scared. What if I am no good at this? I don’t know the first thing about raising a baby. I never had a mother I could go to for advice or to show me how it’s done. I’m only eighteen years old. I mean…” Apparently, I am more scared than even I knew. I am panicking.

“Maddy, listen. No woman is sure she can do this when it first happens. It isn’t until you hold your baby in your arms. That is when everything makes a difference.”

“That makes sense. It’s just that…I can’t believe I am going to say this, but sometimes I feel like I should be doing something other than having a baby. Like going to college or something. Am I a horrible person?” I feel like shit for even thinking it. But, every time someone asks me what I am doing with my life, or where I am going to school when they learn I am only eighteen. When I answer that I am married and having a baby, the look is always disappointment or pity.

“Maddy, you can never be horrible for saying how you feel or what you need. In your heart of hearts, what makes you happy?” Oh, that is easy.

“Leif. Leif makes me happy. This life he and I are building together.”

“Well, there you go. You never have to be ashamed to want to be a mom and wife. There was never anything I wanted more than that from the moment I met Erik. Don’t forget, I was your age when Erik found me and made me his.” She has a point.

“Thank you Lanie. So much.” We talk a bit more and she leaves.

Rubbing my hand over my still nonexistent stomach, I silently promise my baby I will never abandon, regret or ignore him or her. “We love you little baby. Mommy and Daddy love you so much.”

Chapter Fifteen

Leif

When Lanie finally leaves, we eat a quick dinner, then I am on her like I’ve never been before. She’s sitting on the couch, reading on her Kindle and the light from the lamp hits her just right and she looks like the sexiest fucking angel I’ve ever seen. I walk over to her and take the Kindle from her hands and set it on the coffee table.

“Hey. I was just getting to the juicy part,” she says in mock-outrage. Her grin tells me all I need to know.

“Juicy part?” I question, quirking my eyebrow at her.

“Yeah. Real juicy. The girl was just about to get fucked hard in the woods by her big, bad, motorcycle riding wolf shifter alpha.”

“What the fuck are you reading?” I ask, picking her Kindle back up. It lights up and I see the title. Taking His Mate by Jemma Bradbury. The cover has a shirtless man and wolf howling at the moon.

“You like this stuff?” I ask. For some reason, I thought she was reading Harlequin’s like my mom.

“Oh yeah,” she says giggling.

“Read me some of it,” I tell her. It’s her turn to look at me like I’ve lost my mind.

“You want me to read it to you?”

“The juicy part,” I say sitting on the coffee table in front of her. She put her pajamas on earlier. They only consist of tiny shorts and one of my t-shirts. I’ve got plans for her. She clears her throat and begins to read to me.”

“Agar’s wolf calls to mine. We begin this mate dance. Out under the stars, in our woods, he pins me to the ground from behind. Though we are in our human forms, I know he’s going to mate me like an animal, and I can’t wait.” Her voice hitches as I run my fingertips up her thighs.

“Keep going, Diamond,” I say.

“Loving the Alpha is something everyone does, but in this moment, his cock gets hard for the first time and it’s for me, his mate. Having shed our clothes before our run, my pussy is open for him. Waiting. He slides his massive cock into my virgin sheath and owns me.” My fingers have steadily moved higher while she reads. My thumbs are on either side of her lips and she is so wet. So wet.

“Leif,” she breathes.

“Keep reading.”

“His fingers dig into my hips and he thrusts in and out of me like a madman. Face down in the dirt, I take it. My wolf needs it and I let her have it.” I drag my finger through her wetness and then slide it and out of her pussy hole. “His domination of me knows no bounds,” she moans. I reach the waistband of her shorts and she lifts her ass for me to pull them off of her. “He grunts above me, and I feel his seed shooting into me. It’s amazing. I am truly his now.” She tosses the Kindle on the farthest cushions of the couch and leans forward.