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Page 137 of Fated Obsessions

Utterly devoted.

Tucker leaned and kissed the top of my head and then pulled me closer to him. I rested my head on his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart. The scent of his inner wolf was close to the surface, and I smiled at the protectiveness I felt come from both of my males.

Tucker and his wolf may be one and the same in the literal, technical sense, but I saw his wolf as my protector. He was just as much as my mate as Tucker was. They meant so much to me. The most.

My gentle giant.

He moved his hand down my shoulder, over my waist, and stopped when his palm spanned my belly. He started rubbing the skin there in slow, easy motions, and I sighed in pleasure and contentment.

“I can’t wait until you’re really showing,” he whispered against the crown of my head.

My belly was hardly showing at only four months along with our first pup, but I couldn’t wait for that either. “You can’t wait until I’m big and swollen?” I teased and kissed his pectoral muscle.

He growled. “I know I won’t ever have seen anything more beautiful than my mate big with my child.”

My heart softened anew for my male.

“I wasn’t too hard, was I? I don’t want to hurt you.”

I smiled and shook my head. “I mean, you’re pretty powerful with the oral, but that’s all it was. And just because I’m pregnant doesn't mean I’ll break.” I tipped my head back and looked into his face. “You can go harder,” I whispered and watched as his eyes became hooded, the scent of his desire heavy in the air.

But he didn’t act on it and instead continued to run his hand over my belly. “I just want to make sure you’re comfortable, and I don’t hurt you or the baby.”

I wanted to roll my eyes in good fun. “Tucker,” I said and waited for our eyes to lock. “Pretty sure pregnant women have sex all the time.” I felt this saucy little smile cover my lips. “And even though your cock is huge, I’m also pretty sure it isn’t going to hit the baby or anything.” I started laughing softly at the scowl on his face.

He grumbled something, and I tried to stop laughing. I shifted on the mattress so I was now on my back. He lifted up my left hand and brought it to his lips, running his mouth over my wedding ring. Although a mating was a forever situation, a once in a lifetime situation between two shifters, Tucker had insistedon not only doing the human wedding, but the exchange of rings too.

Since being mated officially and going with the whole human marriage route—because of course Tucker had to tick off all those boxes—we’d been blissfully happy and in the honeymoon stage. We’d gotten married only a month after he claimed me, did the whole Justice of the Peace show, then threw the biggest Black Wolf Pack reception. The party had gone on for three solid days, and I knew the ones who partied the hardest had felt that celebration for a week after the festivities ended.

It still brought a smile to my face when I thought about it.

“I wish I could marry you all over again.” Tucker’s deep voice drew me out of my thoughts. “Come here, baby,” he murmured and pulled me close.

I ran a finger over his smooth, hard flesh, thinking about all the things we had to look forward to. I snuggled against him, resting my head right under his chin. “I love you.”

He sighed in clear contentment. “I love you too, baby.”

We lay there in silence, but nothing needed to be said. Even a year later, I was falling more in love with this male. I felt like our lives were becoming even more entwined with each passing second.

“My female. My mate,” Tucker rumbled out sleepily and pulled me close once more, wrapping his big arms around me and just holding me tight like he thought something or someone would take me from him.

And as my mate held me, as I felt contentment and a sleepy pleasure fill me, I knew that everything that happened in our lives up until we finally gave in to each other was worth it. He was mine, and I was his, and there was nothing supernatural or other on this planet that could or would ever change that.

And it was the greatest feeling in the world.

Tucker

Five years later

“You’re going to wear a track in the tile,” Mia said in a sleepy voice from the hospital bed.

I stopped and faced her, running a hand over the short, disheveled strands on my head. I was surprised I even had any hair left for as much as I’d been tugging at it over the last few hours.

“You act like we haven't done this once already.”

“I know,” I murmured and went over to my mate. My heart was thundering, and my palms were sweating from my nerves. But I couldn’t help how I felt. I was fucking scared of her giving birth again, at the risks that could happen, even if she was safe and had no issues when she gave birth to Leland, our first child.

But I worried about her constantly. It couldn’t be helped. I was a fully mated wolf shifter who was overprotective of my mate and would kill anyone who thought to hurt her.




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