Nafarius held her by the hips, holding her up off the ground as he pounded into her flesh. Bracing one hand on the floor, Sam reached between her legs and started fingering her clit. She swelled at the feel of Nafarius pounding behind her, a low growl rising in his throat as he neared the end.
Wanting more time, Nafarius shifted their position; bringing his knees forward and together, he pulled Sam back until she was almost sitting on his thighs. Completely impaled on his cock, it took only the slightest stroke of his cock to touch her womb. In this position, he could reach around and grab her breast with one hand while replacing her fingers with his own. He wanted to feel her get off, wanted to know that he was the one to bring her to orgasm.
Sam sighed and settled back against Nafarius’ chest. Letting her knees fall open, she gave him total access to her body. She could feel his cock grow, thickening within her pussy as the wolf struggled to break free. At the same time, she felt the hand holding her breast as it gripped her tighter, a hint of claws threatening to break the skin.
She could feel the power rippling beneath his skin and was tempted to reach out with her power and call his animal forth. She’d never tried to force Nafarius’ change and wouldn’t do it now but she longed to feel his wolf within her. Knowing what it would do to him, Sam tilted her head and offered Nafarius her neck.
Nafarius felt his teeth lengthen as she bared her neck but fought against a complete change. He knew what she wanted and worked to limit the change to those areas that would give her the most pleasure. Changing specific areas was something only very old, very powerful lycans could do – Nafarius was both. Growling with pure animal pleasure, Nafarius thrust up hard with his hips; at the same time he gripped her breast tighter and plunged his teeth into the tender skin where her shoulder met her neck.
Sam shattered and called out his name.
Nafarius bit down harder, his mouth filling with her blood as she saturated his cock with her juices. Another thrust and his cock was locked in the tight grip of her contracting pussy. Unable to stop, Nafarius came, his cock pumping hard inside his mate.
Nafarius continued to slide his cock in and out of Sam’s pussy, wringing every ounce of pleasure he could. It had been too long since he’d last fucked his mate, causing him to almost lose control of his wolf. Slowly, conscious of Sam sprawled against him, Nafarius retracted his teeth, willing his muscles to change.
Sam came to her senses as Nafarius withdrew his teeth from her shoulder and his claws from her breast. She would be sore for a while, her ability to heal quickly ensuring no permanent damage. Feeling the muscles in her thighs give a slight protest as she shifted to lie on her side, she was almost disappointed that the soreness wouldn’t last longer.
Nafarius collapsed back onto their blankets and stared over at his mate. “Did I hurt you?”
Sam smiled, “Only in a good way.”
Nafarius glowered. “We shouldn’t do that, not until after the twins are born.”
Sam snorted. “You seriously want to wait another six to eight weeks before doing that again?”
Nafarius ran a hand down her side and came to rest it on her belly. Despite carrying twins, she still seemed small to him. “I don’t want to hurt any of you,” he said.
Sam covered his hand with her own. “You won’t; I’m not even sure you can. Already I can feel things healing and it’s happening faster then it did before I got pregnant.”
Nafarius frowned. They had talked about what he’d learned during their trip to the city. Sam knew that there was a possibility that she wasn’t just a werewolf but a Shapeshifter. Shifters were only remembered in the history books and even then they’d had to go back centuries before finding the first mention. Shifters could take any animal form as well as control another lycan’s ability to shift. They were also said to have superior healing abilities. It was a powerful combination, one that led to their eventual downfall.
Shifters had used their abilities to enslave other lycans until finally the lycans revolted and hunted the Shifters to extinction. Thomas, the historian that had done the research for them, theorized that Sam was a descendent from a Shifter that had escaped and hid in the human world, eventually mating with a human. It was rare that a lycan could reproduce with a human. Again Thomas theorized that the Shifter’s greater abilities granted them greater fertility.
By now Thomas would have sent his report to the Archives. Once in the Archives, it was just a matter of time before one of the Council members learned about Sam and someone came asking questions. Nafarius figured they had a few weeks, at best.
There was no way to know for sure if Sam was a Shifter. Seven months pregnant with twins, she was prevented from changing until she gave birth. Until then, they had no way of knowing if she would be able to take a form other then the wolf.
Nafarius didn’t just fear for his mate. A lycan’s abilities were genetic, passed down from parent to child. There was a good chance that Sam would pass on whatever abilities she possessed to their children. If the Council saw Sam or their children as a threat there was no doubt they would try to destroy them all.
Sam scooted closer until she was able to rest her head on Nafarius’ shoulder. “Everything will be fine, I promise.”
“You can’t know that, nor can you make those kinds of promises.” Nafarius held her close; the fear of losing her was like a living thing within his chest. “You should know Roland and I have been making plans, preparations.”
Sam looked up at Nafarius. “What kind of plans?”
“Plans to get you and the twins out of here, out of the country, if need be.” Nafarius said.
“Leave the pack? We can’t, I won’t.” Sam shook her head. “I won’t run.”
Nafarius didn’t tell her that, if it came to that, he wouldn’t be going with them. He would stay behind, cover her tracks and make sure that no one went after them. “Hopefully it won’t come to that, but if it does you need to be ready. If for some reason, I’m not around to help you’re to go to Roland. He knows what to do.” Sam was silent; Nafarius gave her a gentle shake. “Promise me, I need to know that you’ll be safe, that you’ll keep our children safe.”
It was the mention of the twins that got to her; he knew she wasn’t happy about it but she gave a single nod. It was a long time before either one of them slept.
The next few weeks were spent watching Payton grow and change. Roland was fascinated by his new daughter. He couldn’t seem to stay away for long and was often distracted while away. “Ow! Son of a bitch!” Roland cursed and looked down to see blood seeping through a tear in his shirt. Looking up, he caught Nafarius’ frown and cursed again.
“You’re distracted and it’s going to get you killed, or worse, get my mate killed.” Nafarius had intentionally sliced open his second-in-command; not that it had been hard. Roland’s mind was a million miles away with thoughts of Natasha and their daughter. While he understood, now was not the time for them to be distracted, it left them weak and vulnerable and Nafarius refused to allow that to continue. “Either get your shit together or step down.” Pushed past the point of being pissed, Nafarius turned to leave the training ground where they had been sparing. “Next time you let me get past your guard I’ll gut you.”