Wolfe’s den(30)

The moment I smelled him approach my body melted. He laughed to himself, knowing how needy I was feeling, but I had a surprise for him.

He walked into the bedroom door, paused as his eyes lit up, and let out a low rumble. “I thought I shredded that,” he wondered as he looked down at my lacy pink nightgown. He continued to strip as he stalked toward me.

“I got more of them,” I purred as I parted my thighs.

He was on me in a flash the moment I bared my pussy to him. In one move he was thrust into me. “Mine!”





Epilogue




“Gage, I’ve gotta go. This was a bad fucking idea. Cat’s in labor; I can feel it,” I complained as we packed up the truck from an afternoon of fishing.

“I’m surprised you left her side for a moment, let alone a whole afternoon,” Gage remarked as we both jumped into the truck.

“She said I needed to decompress. I was too stressed out, and it wasn’t good for her or our pups,” I griped

“She’s right. You feel each other’s emotions. That’s crazy. So when you’re stressed, she becomes stressed. It must be like hell for her to be worried all the time that you’re going attack a guest, like you almost did last month, when that guy said something about Cat having the ‘just fucked look.’”

“I wanted to rip his throat out and had he’d said that shit somewhere isolated...a hiker would have gone missing and eaten by animals. Just saying,” I snarled.

Wife, I’m coming, and so help me if you try and hide that shit from me again.

I’m sorry, Hunter. I need you. Please hurry. I could hear her whimper, and I felt the pain rip through me like it was my own. Suddenly my dick and abs fucking hurt like hell.

Seeing me struggle to catch my breath, Gage asked frantically, “Hunter, you alright, man?”

“I’m fine, but I can feel her pain. Fuck. Hurry. She’s hurting a hell of a lot more than me.”

Relax, my love. It hurts, but it’s normal.

I love you, Cat. Stay strong. I’m on my way.

We got to the house five minutes later, and my woman was on our oversized sofas with her thighs wide open—her pussy on full display.

“Stay back, Gage,” I commanded in fury. No one but the doc, the midwife, and me were going to see my wife’s goodies.

“How are you, my heart?” I asked as I joined her on the sofa and held onto her hand.

“Hunter, it came on so fast. It hurts…agh!” she cried out. I nearly doubled over when she gripped my hand tighter and squeezed it. Shit, no wonder it took an Alpha to handle breeding a human. Feeling her emotions combined with her sudden shifter strength, I was feeling almost as bad as when I was shot.

“You can do this, Cat,” I cheered, hoping that would calm her some.

The pains were coming every thirty seconds or so, but in between her screams she would relax. During one of those rare moments she murmured, “I forgot to ask, but do they come out like little pups or human babies?” I tried not to laugh, but she looked so damn cute. Her concern was legitimate for someone who had no clue about shifters.

“Love, they come out like regular babies. They don’t start to shift until they’re five,” I answered, then moved her hair out of the way to kiss her forehead.

She let out a loud howl, then gave me the death grip again as she began to push my pup out. I felt the tension leave her body as my son was expelled from her womb. A loud wail echoed in the room. Then I heard a “Congrats” come from my brother, who was waiting in our kitchen, eating us out of house and home.

“Thank you, Cat. Thank you for my son,” I said, thinking that was it. But her body contorted again, and I felt her belly constrict as the midwife took my son from the doc. Again she howled and pushed a second son out of her womb. Two sons. I was beyond happy. I looked at my love and thanked her from deep within.

Cat, you’re the greatest thing to ever happen to me and now you gave me two little guys to love. Thank you, my love, my heart, my mate.

Hunter, I…agh! The pangs started again, and I was surprised to see my third child entering this world, a daughter.

I took one look at my little princess, and I knew I was in a hell of a lot of trouble. She had mischief written in her eyes, which were a complete copy of mine.

By the end of the day, we’d received well wishes from all those in the pack. Many of them brought gifts and shared their advice. It was finally calm in the house, and I got to hold my mate tightly as she slept. Now came the next struggle, how was I not supposed to mate with her when both of us were already starting to ache?