Natasha laughed. “She didn’t feel small coming out.” They were back in their alcove, Natasha and the baby having been cleaned and then wrapped in fresh blankets. On her trip to the city, Sam had picked up several baby blankets, clothes and diapers as well as a Noah basket for the baby. “What are we going to name her?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “She doesn’t look like any of the names we picked out.”
“That’s because you picked out all boy names!” Natasha looked up at Roland, “Are you disappointed?”
Roland looked surprised. “That she isn’t a boy? Lord, no! I can’t say I’m looking forward to the idea of raising a girl among a pack of wolves but I can kill any of them that get too close,” he growled.
Natasha, knowing that Roland was being serious, nevertheless laughed. “Still, I agree, she doesn’t look like an Amy or a Sarah. I think she has too much personality for either of those.” Tasha stared down at her daughter, “What about Payton?”
Roland considered it for a moment. “I like it,” he said. Drawing a fingertip down the bridge of his daughter’s nose, he whispered, “Happy birthday, Payton.”
Nearby, Sam slipped into bed beside Nafarius; it was early yet but everyone was tired. Most of the pack had settled in for an early night and Sam was looking forward to crawling into bed with her mate.
Nafarius turned and pulled Sam into his arms so that he was curled up behind her, the top of his thighs pressed to the back of hers. Sam sighed contentedly and wiggled closer. “Stop that,” he growled.
Sam smiled in the dark; she could feel Nafarius’ cock stir slightly as she pressed closer. Enjoying the feeling, she shifted her hips and arched her back languidly. The movement pressed her ass more firmly up against his cock while thrusting her breasts against his arm lying across her chest.
Nafarius grabbed her hips to keep her from moving. “Woman, I suggest you stop before you bite off more then you can chew.”
Sam sighed, slightly amused. Nafarius had grown reluctant to make love to her; the more advanced her pregnancy, the less often he came to her. Denial, combined with pregnancy hormones, had left her feeling itchy and restless. If he didn’t fuck her soon she’d be forced to take matters into her own hands.
Grabbing the hand holding her hip, Sam slid it between her thighs. “Nafarius, please.”
Nafarius growled at finding her wet and swollen, the lips of her pussy already slightly parted. He couldn’t stop himself from moving deeper, working his fingers until he found her clit. Hard and throbbing, he circled it slowly before squeezing it firmly between his fingers.
Sam shuddered against the feel of his fingers and pressed herself more firmly into his hand. She ached to feel Nafarius inside of her; she wanted, needed to be filled by him.
Nafarius felt her need and his cock responded in kind. Hard and throbbing, he rubbed the length of his shaft against the cleft of her ass. Sam let go of the hand she’d been holding between her thighs and reached back to stroke him. She loved the feel of him hard and throbbing in her hand. Squeezing gently, she was rewarded when Nafarius groaned and felt the tip of his cock go wet with his desire. In that moment there was nothing more that she wanted then to taste him.
Rolling over, Sam pushed Nafarius onto his back and quickly slid between his thighs. Grasping his cock in one hand, she flung her hair over her shoulder and lowered her mouth. She could see precum glistening in the night and lapped at it with her tongue. Beneath her, Nafarius growled and thrust up with his hips, aiming for her mouth with his cock. Sam laughed and backed off just enough to let him know that she wouldn’t be rushed.
Resigned, Nafarius pressed his hips to the ground but couldn’t keep from shifting restlessly. He could feel Sam’s breath as it blew across the sensitive head of his cock. Opening his eyes, he stared down the length of his body and watched as she slowly lowered her head. Watching her, he could see her mouth descend, knew when he was about to enter that moist heat and still he jumped at the first touch. Thinking she meant to torment him slowly, Nafarius was surprised when she slid her mouth down the entire length of his cock, stopping only when he touched the back of her throat.
Sam worked her throat to keep from gagging. She wanted to take all of him, bury him in her mouth the way she would bury him in her pussy, but he was large and she had to work to accommodate him. Knowing that he liked it hard and fast, Sam worked her mouth up and down the length of his cock. Each time she felt him hitting the back of her throat while at the same time pressing her nose into the hair of his groin. He smelled almost as good as he tasted, his precum mixing with her saliva to coat the inside of her mouth before sliding down the back of her throat.
Nafarius growled low in his throat at the sensation of his mate working over his cock. He was close, knew that within second he would unload into her mouth. Rearing up, Nafarius pulled Sam off his cock and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Mindful of her condition, he was careful as he pulled her ass more firmly against his cock. He growled again as he used his knees to shove her legs apart and was immediately met with the musky scent of her desire. His animal was close, knew that he could shift before entering her, but he wanted to take her like this, in the position their animals mated but while he was still in human form.
Sam looked back at Nafarius over her shoulder. His eyes had gone to gold, a clear sign that the wolf was near, the sight wrenching her desire up another notch. His taste was still in her mouth and she couldn’t stop from licking her lips.
Nafarius caught a glimpse of pink tongue as she licked her lips just as he thrust forward, impaling her on his cock. Beneath him, Sam bucked once before pushing back against him and the first sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the air.