I can't seem to keep my hands off of my beautiful mate as he shivers in my arms, the way he leans into my hold while he lets his happy tears soak into my shoulder speaking volumes to the overwhelming mix of emotions we're both feeling at the moment... And I know I should be right there with him trying to process everything... But instead, all I can think about is how possessive I feel in this moment with him in my lap and pressing such sweet kisses into my skin in his excitement over the news that we won't have to wait much longer for his belly to start growing full and round... How much I wish I could slam him down and love on him until we trigger his heat on purpose...
I have to repeat on a loop in my head that his ass isn't healed yet... And that I shouldn't want him to go into heat yet until it is so we can avoid the trauma of having to separate from each other when he'll find himself in such a delicate state... But it still isn't enough to keep my hand from sliding down and groping him in a way that allows me to part his cheeks just enough to let myself linger long enough to feel a sticky wetness start to cling to his underwear... His slick so easy to start on a normal day now coming from him with no stimulation other than the thought of the two of us spending the entire week of his heat writhing against each other in the best ways possible...
It's too much for me to try and stay put here, my willpower just not enough to get me through the urge to roll us over and make love to him until he's hoarse from screaming my name...
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Adrian
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"W-We...We should take the... The leftovers to the kitchen, Princess..." The words are barely more than a suppressed growl as Daddy whispers them into my hair, my heart feeling so full I think it might literally fall out of my chest if I were to try and pull away from him... And at first, when he starts to try and shift me away I protest, the clinginess I normally feel towards him doubling and tripling with every other breath I'm able to pull in... But then I get a very needy sounding, "Please, Adrian..." that has me slipping more than willingly away from him, an adjustment to his package following promptly with a clearing of his throat.
I can't apologize for the way I feel right now, and I know that he isn't upset with me for wanting to stay right where I normally belong... But with a single moment shared between us where I can meet his eyes I understand that his self-control is slipping and it has me slipping off the bed and picking up the container that had once held the slice of chocolate cake and the half-full box of breadsticks while I wait for Daddy to pull himself together enough to move, the fire still present in his eyes as he keeps his gaze on me...
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Silas
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There is definitely a pep in my Baby's step as he leads the way down the hall, the staircase having finally completely dissolved with most of the other charms that our friends had so patiently and kindly applied for me this morning, our bedroom being the only room left changed, that charm designed not to fade until Adrian himself gets to drift off to sleep being read his favorite book while in his favorite book... A newly sensualized swing to his hips that has my already watering mouth damn near overflowing as my wolf pants impatiently in the wings still wanting us to pounce on him in our own enthusiasm.
It almost makes me wish I could call Casper back and ask if maybe he could try speeding up Adrian's healing just a tiny bit... And maybe put the pantry back to the way it was in the book to take advantage of it in a way that doesn't involve food... Or could involve food as long as its something I can pour all over my sexy Mama-to-be and lick off his already delicious body nice and slow...
"Daddy. Let it go... And breathe, please." I hadn't even noticed when we had actually gotten to the kitchen, or that my Nugget is actually trying to pull the pizza box I'm currently crushing in my hands so he can pull out the last few slices and pop them in one of the reusable plastic bags he had switched us two not too long ago being the ever conscious Bean that he is...
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Adrian
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"Sorry... I... I'm just happy..." The way Silas says his words as I shove the leftover breadsticks and pizza into the fridge has me straightening up quicker than intended so I can get back to him faster, the head rush so totally worth it when I find myself being scooped up and smothered, the fridge door swinging shut as Daddy pushes me up against the wall to kiss me senseless... The feel of his mouth on mine making my toes curl just as much as the first time he gifted me with a kiss, no worry of morning breath preventing me from kissing him back with all I have until we both find ourselves groaning at the taste of each other before we have to separate for the sake of my poor butthole being spared any further trauma, Silas having to do a few laps around the kitchen to cool himself down just a little bit, my own distraction coming in the form of examining the mail that we hadn't deemed pressing enough to open yesterday before getting to the good stuff so I can thumb through it... Most of it's bills, but near the bottom of the pile, one of the envelopes is heavier than the others... The stamp on it picturing a full moon, the back of it sealed with a hardened button of wax that's been stamped with an ornamental, very official-looking TC.
It's strange in more ways than one, addressed to both of us but otherwise completely blank. I waste no time in opening it, pausing only to smile up at Daddy when he's finally calm enough to wrap me up in his loving arms again with a tender kiss being pressed into my hair while he watches me open it up, the invitation inside sliding easily into my hand announcing to us both that the annual Alpha's Conference is scheduled for just two weeks from now, the event itself to last a full week... And that attendance is mandatory no matter how many times Silas ignores their emails...
For both of us.
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A.N. - So this might be the hardest A.N. I have ever had to leave on a story, and I think it's because writing this book means so much to me. When I started this it was meant as a bedtime story for myself, and somewhere along the way, you all joined me for Adrian and Silas's beautiful beginning... And that's exactly what it is. A beginning... So even though it's ending and this is the last chapter, it's not the last you'll see of Addy and Daddy. That's right. This is it. Chapter 150. Book Smart is finished... But the story isn't over. I hope you'll all join me for the next segment of their journey- Turning The Page. Its first chapter will be posted immediately after this one, and I hope you all will continue to enjoy their love story with me.
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Book Smart
Werewolf**18+** COMPLETED*** Adrian is delicate... Gentle... Too sweet for his own good. All he cares about is his books and the quiet hum of life that is his small-town wolf pack. What will he do when the Alpha of a neighboring pack scents him and is fully...
