Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“You have nothing to thank me for, sweetheart.” I summoned a small amount of strength and rolled on top of her. “I love you, and there is nothing I wouldn’t do to make you happy.”
“I love you, too.”
“I’ll never tire of hearing you say that.”
Allegra grinned and bucked her hips, pressing her drenched pussy against my already thick and hard cock. “Seems like it gets a whole other reaction from those words. Guess I better say them often if I want lots of orgasms.”
I shifted my position so I could slide my length into her tight pussy. “All you have to do is ask, baby. I’ve got a lifetime of orgasms to give you.”
Epilogue
Allegra
Fitting into the Timber Ridge wolf pack went more smoothly than I expected. It helped that I wasn’t alone in making the adjustment since my wish that my friends found shifters of their own came true. But what really clinched everyone’s acceptance of me was when we found out I was pregnant shortly after the holidays. I’d been carrying the first baby to be born into the pack in almost eight years, so the pregnancy was a big deal to everyone. It also turned out to be the start of a baby boom.
Jake, the son I gave birth to five years ago, had plenty of other children to grow up with. He mostly hung out with Larissa and Calliope’s firstborns, but he always made time for his younger sister, Elora. She had him wrapped around her little finger, and it wasn’t rare for her requests to get him in trouble.
“Jacob Joseph Blakesley, what in the heck do you think you’re doing up there?” I raced across the kitchen floor to brace my hands against his back so he didn’t fall off the counter he was perched on top of.
“Gettin’ Elora’s sippy cup. She wanted milk.” He wiggled the pink plastic cup in my face. “See?”
“If Elora wants a drink, tell her to come ask Daddy or me for one. No climbing on the counter,” I reminded him for about the hundredth time as I slipped my hands under his armpits to set him on the floor.
“But I didn’t climb up there, Mommy,” he insisted with a frown.
“Oh, yeah? How did you get on the counter then?” I asked, taking the cup from him so I could fill it with milk for his sister.
“I jumped!” he exclaimed.
“Don’t be silly, you can’t jump that high,” I chided as I opened the fridge to pull out the almost full gallon of milk. I cringed at the thought of how much would’ve spilled if I hadn’t caught Jake before he’d started pouring.
“Can too,” he insisted in a stubborn tone that had me stifling my grin when I turned back in his direction. It turned out that I hadn’t needed to worry because my lips formed a perfect circle as I gasped in surprise at the sight of Jake in his furry wolf cub form in a low crouch, getting ready to jump.
I had never considered the possibility of him shifting to get on the counter any of the times I’d caught him up there. Looking at the small pile of clothes on the floor, I asked, “How come you weren’t naked when I came in?”
He leapt off the counter and shifted back to his human form. “Eww, bein’ nekked on the counter is gross. I put my clothes on the counter before I shift.”
I rolled my eyes at his explanation and started to pour the milk into the pink cup as he got dressed.
“I’m going to have to disagree,” Zeke whispered in my ear, coming up behind me around wrapping his arms around my body. “I’ve done lots of ungross things to you while you’ve been naked on this counter.”
“What’re you sayin’ to my mommy?” Jake asked, narrowing his dark eyes at his dad suspiciously. His hearing was already better than mine, but Zeke seemed to know exactly how low to speak when he didn’t want little ears to catch what he was saying.
“I’m just telling my mate how much I love her,” Zeke replied as he stared our son down. It had taken me a little while, but I’d gotten used to the dominance games they’d been playing since Jake turned three and his wolf tried to get territorial with me and he’d bared his teeth at his dad. Zeke was an amazing father, but he had no problem putting our little cub in his place when necessary.
“Uh-huh,” Jake huffed, taking the now-full cup from me. “I’ll bring this to Elora for you, Mommy.”
“Thank you, sweetie.” I pressed a kiss to the top of his head, and he flashed a triumphant look at his dad before trotting past us.
“That boy,” Zeke grumbled.
“Is just like his daddy,” I teased, turning around to smile up at him.