Turner (White Wolf Ridge 1)

Ahhh. I’m coming, Alpha. Give me your seed. Yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck me.

Turner roars and fills me up, collapsing on me, his head pressed on my chest as he catches his breath.

“I was kidding. Earlier. No one saw your tits because I didn’t even see them. I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Well, then, I’ll make sure a couple of buttons are undone tomorrow.”

“We’re going to need a babysitter for that.”

“Taken care of, Alpha.”

“God, I love you, Maria.”

Later at dinner, we’re gathered at the table with his parents, and little Marcus tells them about his shifting. “But I got Mommy in trouble and I could hear Daddy spanking Mommy in the kitchen. I’m sorry, Mommy. I’ll behave.” I don’t think there’s a name for the shade of red I turned. Even Turner had no response immediately for it.

It’s Grandpa Turner who says, “It’s okay, baby boy. I’m sure Mommy didn’t learn her lesson at all, but now you know to listen to your mother.” He winks at Turner, who’s doing his best not to laugh.

“Sorry, buddy. Mommy and I were only play wrestling. I wouldn’t hurt your mom even when she’s a bad girl. You, though—you’ll get a spanking if you run out like that again.”

“Okay, Daddy.” He then goes on to tell them the sprinting he and Daddy went on while I cleaned the kitchen and cooked dinner. They were two handsome men. I look at the baby boy in the cradle next to the table, and he looks just like his daddy as well.

We still have to work on his discretion. I’m glad you wanted him isolated from the human students.

I nod and feel Turner’s hand grip my thigh. I love you, Maria. Next time, though, I’ll have to be careful to cover your mouth.

Maybe the kitchen’s a bad idea.

Maybe the kid needs some headphones.

A much better idea.

THE END