A/N: Fair warning: this entire chapter is smut. If that's not for you, you can skip it without losing your place in the story.
The only way to even begin to explain how she had been feeling of late was that she was a bitch in some serious heat. Her nipples were perpetually erect and sore, and Ryan had even confessed that his cock was sore from all of their fucking. When they had said that pregnant she-wolves can be horny little minxes, that had been an understatement: Rain literally wanted to quit life and stay in bed with Ryan's hard cock shoved inside her depths.
This was how they found themselves not particularly caring if they garnered an audience as they rolled in the grass together and laughed. It had started as a simple walk, enjoying the unseasonable warmth and the delicious sunshine, but it had quickly devolved into Rain prancing around the property naked with Ryan playfully chasing after her while desperately trying to contain his urge to take her right here in public.
He had failed at that miserably, and, somehow, Rain had ended up on her hands and knees, facing the Alpha's private deck, with Ryan slamming into her from behind. This was probably a bad idea, as she was beginning to grow quite heavy with pup and each thrust caused her swollen stomach and breasts to sway, but she needed a release from this unceasing cloud of hormones that had her skin perpetually tingling and wanton for touch.
Ryan pistoned his hips forward, sinking his length inside his mate's moist depths with a growl, and with each thrust, he placed a sweet, gentle kiss onto her shoulders, neck, or back. He alternated between gripping her hips as gently as possible and reaching beneath her body to cup her breasts and delicately pinch her nipples. He was aware that he had to be cautious, that with her so far along with their first pup that to lose control and have rough sex right now would be a very bad decision that he would regret. Instead, he was trying with all his might to please his mate – and to find pleasure for himself – but to remain entirely in control of the situation. Rain needed to be handled with care, and he intended to give her the very best.
Unfortunately, the weighty combination of being outdoors, in public, with his mate along with all the sensations of being embedded deep inside her welcome body – all while still trying to maintain some self-control – had Ryan panting and growling and covered in a sheen of sweet. When he couldn't take it anymore and he thought that his skin was suddenly too tight and he might explode, he pulled out and rolled back into the grass. Pressing a tattooed arm over his lust-filled brown eyes, he groaned. "Woman, you're killing me! I can't keep up with you anymore. Shit! How can you keep going like this?"
Rain whined, as she was quickly overcome with the sensation of being empty. Where her mate's hard flesh had just been was empty now, and her body was demanding a hard cock and the touch of warm skin on skin. "I need it," she purred. "Please, Ryan. Let me straddle you!" Before he could even respond to this, she had pounced onto his body. Where a second before he had been lying on his back, staring up into the trees as his cock pointed up his body, now Rain was straddling him and holding his length into position as she lowered herself slowly. As she sunk down onto his hardness, she let out a loud, contented moan. "Fuck," she clutched her heavy breasts in her little hands and groaned. "That feels amazing. I totally need this, Ryan. I need your cock!"
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Werewolf[Ongoing Serial Novel][Werewolf] [MIW] In our world, for every female pup born there were five very eager and wanton males waiting for her to turn of age. Some packs considered their females to be ripe at sixteen, but my great-grandfather had establ...
