And I wanted Mikalina to teach them about humans, about her side, her customs, and what she loved most.
I wanted them to know both sides of where they came from.
“Andrei told me Mini made the babies some blankets. They’d like to bring them over in a couple of days.” I glanced toward the opening of the bathroom, where Mikalina was getting ready for bed. “I bet they are gorgeous. Andrei said she’s been working on them for months.”
I had no doubt they would be beautiful, and I loved that my mate was happy. Because her happiness was mine.
“I don’t think I can get much bigger,” she idly said as she came out of the bathroom, rubbing lotion on her beautiful big and round belly. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m at capacity, yet I have another eight weeks to go.” She glanced up at me, her brows pulled low. “You sure Lycan’s don’t go before the whole human nine-month mark?”
I chuckled and leaned back fully against the wooden headboard, clasping my hands behind my head and just staring at her.
“I think you look gorgeous. And sexy,” I growled the latter out, and she cocked an eyebrow at me before adjusting my shirt, which hung off of her even pregnant.
“You are insatiable.”
I beckoned her closer and grinned when she came. “I sure am. With you. Only you.” I gently pulled her onto the bed, then adjusted her so she was curled against my side, my arm around her shoulders, the feeling of being content because my mate was in my arms washing through me.
“Are you up for watching a movie tonight?”
“I’m game for anything you want to do.”
She tipped her head back and wagged her brows. “Anything?” Her voice was low and sultry, and I felt heat coil in my gut.
My cock punched forward hard and incessant, the need to be buried in her tight pussy claiming me. “Anything,” I growled.
She sat up, pushed the long fall of her hair off her shoulder, and turned around so her legs were outstretched and her feet by my hands. At first, I wasn’t sure what she was doing, not until she wiggled her toes, wagged her brows, and pulled a chuckle from me.
I lifted her tiny foot and started gently massaging and kneading the heel, then moved to the toes. She rested back on her hands and closed her eyes, moaning softly. “That’s it. Right there.”
I grinned, her voice so sexual, even if it was just from the foot massage.
“I need this nightly, please and thanks.”
I laughed louder, deeper, and she opened her eyes and grinned. “I already massage you nightly, my female.”
She tipped her head to the side. “I mean, yeah, but maybe I can get you to do it twice a day?” She pouted playfully.
I’d give her anything. Anything. My sole purpose in this life was pleasing her and providing for my mate. “This isn’t a hardship, sweetness, and something I’m eager to provide for you. It kind of turns me on.”
She lifted a brow. “Rubbing my feet turns you on? Didn’t realize you were into that kind of kink.”
I purred. “When it comes to you, I’m into everything.” And just like that, the playfulness was gone. Her eyes went half-lidded, and the scent of her pussy becoming wet from her arousal slammed into my nose.
“Then hurry up with the foot massage, my big, bad wolf, because I’m feeling like we need to skip to the bonus feature.”
She didn’t have to say it twice.
The End