Lily
I feel a wave of warmth when Wesley places me on his bed. I’m usually quite an independent person, but this time, I’m welcoming his help.
“I’m going to heal you now,” Wesley says in a gentle voice. It’s much different from his usual gruff tone, and I can’t help but blush when his hand emits a faint glow before all the pain disappears from my legs.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “For healing me.”
He gives me a weak smile before he focuses on my wound. They are as good as new, making me gasp.
“Woah! I had no idea you had magic coursing in your veins.”
He chuckles softly and leans back from me, standing up once more. “Not even after meeting my grandma, who can see into the past and the future?”
“No, I thought it was just her.”
Wesley smiles. “It’s not just her. Most people in the Brooke family are gifted with magic.”
“Oh…”
“Mhm…” He grimaces. “Does that frighten you?”
I giggle. “I don’t see why it should.”
He smiles, and we stare at each other for a long moment before his attention is turned to his clothes. He calmly begins removing them, revealing his toned body. It doesn’t matter that I’ve seen it before; I’m still blushing and staring down at his v-lines with my IQ rapidly dropping. I grow more stupid the more skin I see, and my face heats up when Wesley looks at me, catching my gaze. A smirk curls his lips, and that makes me quickly look away.
There is a chuckle. “You don’t have to be so shy,” he says, his voice holding a hint of amusement. “You’ve seen most of me already.”
“I can’t help how I feel,” I mumble, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “It’s also rude to stare at someone, but I’m just so drawn to you, and I don’t know why.”
“That’s probably because you never rejected me back,” he shrugs. “I mean, even if you can’t feel the mate bond at its full glory due to you not being a pack member of mine, you can still feel it, you know?”
His words catch my interest. “Is the mate bond weaker for rogues or something?”
“I don’t know, but I would assume so,” Wesley says in a thoughtful tone. “From a scientific standpoint, it makes sense. Why would a rogue want a mate to make babies with when they aren’t in a pack that can keep their babies safe?”
I slip underneath the covers. I’m still wearing a shirt and my underwear. My pants, however, turned into wolf food, so I’m not wearing them. “That actually makes a lot of sense.”
“Mhm...”
Wesley’s big body slips underneath the covers too, and I’m forced to scoot over to give him space. I expect him to thank me, but he frowns.
“What?” I ask.
“There is blood on your t-shirt.”
My eyes widen, and I nervously cover myself up by dragging the bedsheet higher. “I’m not taking it off...”
“You should. It’s not very hygienic to keep it on,” he smiles before adding, “Besides, you look amazing without it.”
This damn flatterer…
Groaning in frustration, I sit up and remove the t-shirt. I swing it over my head, and Wesley seems to stop breathing. He gazes at me, eyes tracking along my exposed belly and my enlarged tits. It makes me feel self-conscious, especially since I haven’t shaved the embarrassing line of dark hair following a track in the middle of my belly, something I’m convinced most women don’t have.
“Sorry. Am I staring?” Wesley asks with a sexy smile that is warm and wide. He shrugs and releases a chuckle. “If I am, it’s just—you’re in my bedroom.”
“I-Is that a bad thing?”
“No,” he keeps the smile. “I just thought it would feel weird to have you here since I haven’t shared a bed with another person in years, but this feels...right.”
Oh geez, he is actually being so sweet.
“So you like having me here?”
“I do,” his beautiful eyes are genuine. “A lot, actually.”
“Uh…” I nervously laugh and lie down, facing the other way. But even if I’m not looking at him, I can physically feel his presence. I shudder. “Mind if I take this side of the bed?”
“Not at all,” Wesley replies, and I feel him shift as I snuggle against the cool sheets. “Do you mind if I sleep without my boxers? I get hot at night.”
“N-no,” I clear my throat. “I mean, no, just take them off. I don’t mind.”
He snickers. “Thanks.”
Wesley sits up, and I do a half-turn, glancing at him when he grabs the hem of his boxer briefs and pulls. I hold my breath, watching his abs tighten, gaping at one sinewy bicep, then the other. They’re faultless, bulging even though he hasn’t been lifting recently. I want to run my fingers over them, trace along the veins and worship him. Wesley is pure perfection from hours upon hours spent at the gym—and damn, even his belly button is attractive.
Down the boxers go. Over a pair of very muscular legs before Wesley throws them on the floor. He is entirely naked now, and Wesley Brooks, bare in the same bed as me, challenges even the most well-behaved part of my brain.
I want to touch him and ogle him like a desperate fool.
Every inch of him is carved of warm, firm flesh, smooth all over. His dark hair is tousled from having whipped off his t-shirt, it sticks out in ten different directions, but somehow that only manages to add to his charm.
Wesley slides back under the covers, leaving on the light on his bedside table as his large body takes up more than half the mattress. He folds his beefy arms behind his head. Turns to study me wordlessly, and I war with myself.
How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself?
I wanna do more things to this Alpha than I’ve wanted to do to any man, werewolf, or human in my entire life.
“Do you want to cuddle?”
I freeze, shocked by the question. “Uh...do you want to cuddle?” I croak.
Wesley chuckles. “You’re pregnant with my baby—of course, I want to cuddle. Feeling our baby kicking is addicting, but I don’t want to be a creep and just...you know, touch you without permission.”
I swallow hard. “You can stroke it...I mean, if you want to.”
“I want to.”
Wesley inches closer, pressing his superhero abs against my back, and goosebumps run up my arms. His skin is warm to the touch when I lean into him, and I can feel his breath on my neck as he nuzzles closer. My heart races as I shift to get comfortable in my new position, resting the back of my head against his hard chest. I can feel the steady beat of his heart and relax as his hand runs up and down my arm in a soothing manner.
“Is this okay for you?” he asks softly.
I nod, feeling my cheeks flush. “Yeah, it is.”
Even though I’m round and pregnant, I feel petite in Wesley’s big arms. His body is like a great wall of muscle behind me, and I hold my breath when his hand moves to cup my bare butt cheek. Fingers flex and move to the lace of my panties, playfully tugging at them.
“Mind if I take these off?” he asks in a husky voice.
“Y-you want to go again?”
“Don’t you?” he counters and cups my swollen cunt from behind, rubbing the clit through the fabric with his fingertips.
“Well, I—” I lose my voice. His touch is electrifying, and my skin is on fire. Involuntarily, I spread my legs wider to give him better access.
“Damn, beautiful,” Wesley groans against my throat and removes my panties to touch my wetness freely. “You’re so wet for me.”
My cheeks burn hotter than the sun, and I mutter, “Pregnancy hormones...”
He snickers. “I love it.”
Love?
I’m so mesmerized by the word that I don’t notice Wesley removing his fingers from my cunt until he sucks on his fingertips. He savors the taste of my arousal and groans with his cock pressing against my ass. It doesn’t fail to make me feel sexy.
“You taste so sweet, Lily,” he says huskily, sliding his fingers back into my entrance. I immediately thrust against him, riding his hand while his cock bobs against my ass, wet with pre-cum. “I think I’m addicted to your taste. Can I go down on you again, Lily?”
I moan my answer. “Yes, please…”
He chuckles in my ear. “So eager, but...maybe we should switch things up a little. How about you sit on my face?”
Those words make me freeze. I’m horny beyond belief, but I’m big and heavy, and I’m scared Wesley will regret having me straddle his gorgeous face. I haven’t even showered since we last had sex, and I—
“Stop thinking so much.”
“I can’t help it!” I whine.
“Just sit on my face, baby,” he whispers. “I want your beautiful cunt to straddle it.”
He called me baby.
My whole body tingles at the cute nickname. It’s probably only a nickname used in bed, yet I’m so happy that determination washes over me: this man right here has earned the pussy!
With renewed vigor, I rub my wet self against his big hand and feel the sudden urge to taste his salty pre-cum. I spin around and face him. Curious eyes meet mine. Wesley doesn’t seem sure of what I’m doing until I lower my mouth to kiss his abs and then the slightly fuzzy base of his cock, then all the way up his thick shaft.
He groans. “W-what are you doing?”
It pleases me to be in control for once, and I smirk. “Having fun with the hot guy.”
I keep my eyes closed, not wanting to miss a drop when Wesley shudders and releases more pre-cum. It all gets lapped up by my eager tongue.
“Mmm.” I take him deeper into my mouth while feeling up his abs with my right hand. Wesley sucks in a deep breath and shudders. It baffles me, but he seems to be close already. It makes me more determined. I keep on licking him, pressing my tongue against his shaft as I go up and down, up and down on his big, veiny cock.
He groans loudly, and in a flash, he pulls out of my mouth and sits up while panting. My eyes flutter open, and I find him staring down at me. “I-I...I can’t...”
“Oh, you can,” I say and crawl closer to grab his cock. Wesley groans but doesn’t try to stop me when I lick his mushroom-shaped head. He seriously doesn’t taste bad, and I take him deeper into my throat, muttering, “Cum for me, Wesley. I want you inside my mouth.”
Wesley lets out a loud groan and grabs my head, forcing me to hold still as his body goes tense. I moan when he shoots his warm seed into my mouth. He fills me up and forces me to swallow every bit of it. I feel so utterly powerful for having made the intimidating Alpha groan in pleasure with my mouth. I feel so pleased to make sure no drop is left on his cock. Wesley is still, still spurting, and I swallow it all.
“Fuck, Lily... you’re going to be the end of me,” Wesley mutters above my head and releases a laugh. “I was going to be eating you out, not the other way around.”
I laugh. “There is still time.”
“Damn, straight there is.”
Without warning, Wesley gets up from bed and places his hands on either side of my waist. He then lifts me up like I weigh nothing, kneeling while holding me high enough to hover my dripping-wet pussy above his mouth. I’m not sure what sort of inhuman strength is needed for this position, but it looks hard, especially when he bends forward to kiss my clit.
“So sweet...” he mutters, and I blush.
I’m impressed by his strength and muscles, and Wesley groans before lying down with my cunt straddling his face. He gets to work immediately, and I place my hands against the wall to enjoy the moment.