She led me to him (Werewolf story)

Chapiter 123: Delivery

Serah POV

"We need protection."

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My eyes widened realising we didn't use one earlier.

I tried to turn around, but my ass was pressured into staying in place. I felt his tongue trying to graze my lips but my issue laid elsewhere.

"For earlier-"

"There is nothing we can do for the time of the marking. It is up to the Moon Goddess to decide if we are blessed by a child."

I turned around because speaking with my ass exposed and having his gaze travel freely without my knowledge was making me shiver.

With all the strength I mustered, My back was against the soft textile and my eyes finally met his.
Almost.
His gaze was doing its job, watching my bare skin under his touch.

"Jay! Look at me."

His focus was lost but I needed him for a few minutes.
At least when our reasons decided to peek out before going into hiding.

"Did you come into me?"

"I did."

We were screwed, did pregnancy work the same way it did with humans.
I could still use a morning pill but somehow I knew my body would disintegrate it before it even tried.

I had no more words nor any solutions. There was still a chance it wouldn't have any impact.

"Serah, pregnancy after marking is almost hundred percent accurate. The only solution would be your little friend you brought here.
She might find something with wolfbane or something.
But usually mates don't use contraceptives."

I was dumbfounded at how he didn't care much about the situation.

"Jay would it be alright if we had a kid now, like right now?"

My eyes were rounder than the earth at this moment.
But fear settled, as the unknown was the last place I wanted to be right now.

The man felt the distress and the towering became a gentle caress on my face, as he laid next to me on his side.

"Serah, I knew the moment we would mark each other, we would have a child. We would have been a family.
But I didn't expect to have us marked tonight.
I'd rather we did after all the mess behind your back.
That would have been ideal.
Now I have no choice but to kill some guys before their time."

He sighed and pecked me gently.

I turned my body towards him and pulled my pants up.
My hand tracing the mark gently, it was a tie stronger than some promise band.
The mark meant that I was his but so was he.
Mine.
If we met in a more reasonable situation I might have no guilt about all the intercourse I would have with him all week long.

Before I could even process all of my thoughts, my body started to levitate.
The man was already on his knees with me in his arms.
He pushed me against his fast beating heart.
The warmth was agreeable.

My arms wrapped around his neck and I could feel us moving away from the entry.

Soon enough, I felt our body sinking unevenly, I was gently dropped on a supple mattress.
The sensation was heavenly.
It was silk. I never felt this much softness.

Should I be grateful to Jay or the Moon Goddess in this precise case.

I might as well just say thanks to Jay's whatever great grand father.

He dropped next to me, forming a gentle dent, cutely letting gravity do its work.

I was taken in a little spoon, not feeling his dent though.

I turned around and looked at his calm eyes.

"So you are saying I might be pregnant."

His gaze dove into mine, inspecting all the shades my iris could offer but he wasn't looking; he was searching for a feeling, a certitude.

"The chances are high. If we weren't under outside pressure, it would have been the greatest news but we don't know what it might do to your body or your senses.
The female body during pregnancy is unpredictable.
Shifting hurts in some cases you simply lose the ability to.
Even healing slows down.
And during the next months we would want you to be at the pick of your capacities.
I do promise to protect you but I would need this reassurance that you could get rid of any danger on your own."

His voice hid his restlessness through his calm tone.
But our communication went beyond our five senses.

I pressed closer, hugging the life out of him, trying to sooth his worries.
However my attempt was null.

"The countdown is seven days."

His words were redundant.

"Then we still have seven hours for ourselves."

My innocent tone was caught, trying to cheat a feeling won't ever work now.
My hand mischievously glided under his Tee.
The warmth was addictive.

My eyes traced the curve of his lips, then the line his jaw offered.
I heard the pressure his teeth were going under.

His hand to my waist gently caressing my back until his obscene thoughts were under the light.
I wouldn't complain, our desires were mirroring each other.

And the wait made my inner walls agonise.

His face went for the mark, his stubble was clumsily making me giggle.
And then it started to not be funny.

I was pushed on my back, losing the mobility of my upper body.
Handles cuffed under his grip, my legs spread so his knees could be in between.

The man was towering me with his gaze and his cravings all over the place.

The view from under was intimidating but it was the last thought that crossed my mind.

"Take your shirt off Jay."

The man knew exactly how my body was reacting to his actions.

His clutch was no longer on my hands but to the hem of his fabric.
Arm crossed, he pulled the T shirt above him.

I was to enjoy each of his lines starting from his deep V line to his contracting triceps when the shirt was over his head.

The Greeks would be jealous of the view I had.
And my eyes were jealous of my hand that could touch the marble full of life.

My fingers reached for the heat but once again I was given restraining orders.

His hands grasped mine above my head, forbidding me from appreciating his flesh.

"Serah. I'm about to realise one of my fantasies."

The grin of his was scary but my gut birthed butterflies, expecting an exciting game.

I closed my thighs against his legs, feeling like I could overflow if he were to lower his voice one more.

As I could no longer hide any of my biological reactions, with his free hand he pushed from my inner thigh trying to relax my muscles.

And here came a knock on the door.
His teeth flashed white naughtiness dripping evidently.

"That's my delivery."