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Chapter Twenty-Three

Unexpected

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SJ's Point of View

Urgh! I don't think patrol has ever been this boring … Well, I've never been on patrol with you either … so it must be you that's the boring one, PT mused as he ran on the opposite side of the Rez.

I rolled my eyes, wishing Uncle Jake had put me on patrol with someone else; someone who didn't enjoy annoying the hell out of me every damn second he could manage. It was a wonder PT could even concentrate on his job. If he used the time he wasted on annoying me, on concentrating on his patrol, he'd be the best damn shifter in the history of the Tribe.

PT and I had been patrolling for the last two hours and a half without so much as a scuttling rabbit to show for it. PT was right; it had never been this … this quiet before. I could feel a sharp sense of foreboding and it set me on edge, my eyes picking up every scrap of movement while my ears strained to hear things that weren't really there.

PT suddenly snorted, and I sighed, remembering too late that he could hear my inner musings. I was still getting used to that major detail.

You are the most superstitious and paranoid person I've ever met … other than Old Quil, of course. Chill out, SJ, nothing is coming. There's no freaky voodoo shit going on. PT laughed, shaking his massive canine head.

Oh, yeah, and what are we patrolling for? Dust bunnies? I mocked sarcastically. All I'm saying is, we should be concentrating, not fooling around.

He snorted again. I said, chill the fuck out, SJ. Seriously, nothing is going to go wrong– Fuck! PT suddenly screamed as a sharp, burning pain erupted through his left flank.

My heart jolted in alarm as my hackles rose, every nerve in my body on high alert as I searched through PT's mind for any clue as to what had attacked him. The first thing I noticed was the blatant lack of bleach scent in the area.

PT was growling wildly as his eyes scanned the surrounding blackness of the forest, his own hackles raised in warning and alarm. The lingering burn of his flank was bothering him, and one glanced back at it told him that it was a genuine burn ... like he was struck by fire or something. My mind flashed to Uncle Nick, who could manipulate fire, but shook the notion off. Uncle Nick wouldn't hurt any of us.

But that's when it hit me ... Uncle Nick probably wasn't the only Fae that could control it.

PT! I think the Fae are–

SJ, stay where you are. Don't come over here, he suddenly commanded in his dead-serious tone, crouching lower to the ground as a pair of fluorescent green eyes illuminated from within the forest surrounding him. Pair by pair, others joined the first until PT determined that he was somewhat surrounded by the fuckers.

My heart was in my throat.

One by one, shadowy figures emerged from the darkness of the forest, illuminated by the moonlight. Their eyes fixated on the white wolf crouched before them, noting his solidarity, and smirked menacingly.

I gasped softly as I realised what had struck PT in the flank. One of the Fae was messing around with an energy ball, throwing it in the air like a harmless child's toy. His grin was challenging and somewhat smug, noticing the slight limp his target now had. I had to get to my brother before they dealt some lasting damage. PT would not be harmed on my watch!

Stay where the fuck you are. I can handle these fuckers! PT commanded again, crouching lower to the ground as he kept his eyes on the Fae in front of him.

I didn't hear his words though. All my mind could think about was the sheer magnitude these creatures could harm my brother. What if they all decided to hit him with energy balls? He could handle one, but multiple hitting him at once? No, he wouldn't survive that. I wouldn't let it come to that.

My feet were carrying me through the forest without any conscious thought from me, my mind fully tuned in to PT's as the Fae creatures began to converge upon him. I was blindly led through the trees by pure instincts and protectiveness over my brother. My wolf's need for kin matched my own, and he'd be damned if any of our family was injured when there was something he could potentially do about it.

PT snapped and snarled at their approaching figures, trying to determine which to attack first when it came down to it. None of them stood out individually; they were all as dangerous as each other. By their calm, nonchalant demeanour, I knew that PT's act of intimidation and warning was having no effect on them. They would strike, and soon. I needed to be there when they did.

My wolf roared in outrage as a sharp, Nooo! wrenched from my throat, watching as one Fae became bored with their impasse and launched himself at my brother. PT growled loudly, springing off the ground to meet him in mid-air. The impact was loud, echoing through the trees.

PT managed to get his jaws around the Fae's arm, swinging him violently in the air as he launched him towards the trees. Enraged by the fall of their comrade, the rest of the Fae charged, cries of outrage preceding them.

My brother took several blows to his side, knocking him to and fro between the Fae before he managed to collect himself, snarling and launching himself at the closest one. His snapping jaws found purchase around the Fae's throat. A mere second later, a geyser of blue blood was spurting from the Fae's neck as my brother tore his head from his body. His white chops were stained blue, a linear blood splatter painted across his side like war paint as he continued to dismember Fae after Fae.

He abruptly hit the ground, whining and clawing at his muzzle after an energy ball hit him directly in the face. My heart leapt as everything went black, due to his closed eyes, but I could still hear the Fae around him, converging upon him in his time of vulnerability.

PT! PT, shake it off! Fuck! I screamed, feeling his pain as he was literally punched ten feet into a large boulder, striking his head off the hard stone. I'm coming for you, you bastards!

It was then that my large, sandy form penetrated the tree line into the clearing with my brother. Without conscious thought, my wolf sprinted towards PT, standing sentry in front of his body while he came to. I could see the edges of his mind softening and lighten as he regained his consciousness, but my eyes remained fixed on the Fae before me, watching for that tell-tale sign of a strike.

"This fighting is futile. you will both die by our hands this night," one of the creatures unexpectedly spoke, catching me completely off guard. He used it to his advantage, thrusting himself at me.

I was thrown off my feet, soaring through the air before crashing sideways into a tree. The wind was knocked out of me and honestly didn't think I would be able to get back up. So much for being a big, strong shifter like my Papa! One blow and I'm out of commission! I snarled to myself. The pain crept up on me, forcing my form to shift to human. Never good when there was enemies around.

Where the fuck was our Pack?

As I laid panting into the filthy undergrowth of the forest, I could hear the growls, snarls and roars of my older brother as he faced off against the two fluorescent-eyed Fae, having regained consciousness as a dark haze danced at the edges of my own. I wanted nothing more than to get up and fight alongside him, but the pain in my side was worsening to a point where I could hardly take in any air. I quick swipe down my side enlightened me, horrifically, to the problem – My rib was sticking freakishly out of my side!

I felt panic seep into my mind as I foolishly envisioned what that had to look like, a red, smoky haze dancing at the peripherals of my vision as the pain grew to agonising levels. Fuck! This couldn't be happening right now! PT needed my help!

A painful yelp alerted me to my brother's immediate predicament, forcing my head up to survey the scene. My eyes widened, spying PT's wolf laid flat on his side with the two Fae encroaching upon him swiftly. My panic peaked as one grabbed my brother by his neck, forcing the phase to human form.

"No!" I screamed as the other Fae held his, literally glowing, fist up in the air. He flexed it, the glow brightening as if charging up. Once I realised their intentions, the glowing Fae having braced his free palm against PT's shoulder-blade, something inside of me just … flipped.

I roared with more rage than I've ever felt, feeling my body tremble with the pure adrenaline coursing through my boiling veins. It was different from the phase. From God knows where, I mustered up the strength to stand. It seemed like I was someone looking in, detached from the world as I watched the Fae's glowing first reel back, aimed directly at my brother's spine – and heart.

It was as if everything suddenly blurred into slow motion as a gust of moist wind swirled up from my feet, encasing my whole body within its powerful cyclone as I watched the first began to snap towards my brother, in what seemed like slow motion.

The pain in my side vanished as adrenaline coursed through every blood vessel within me. With a sharp, painless inhale, my own fist clenched and glowed brightly at my side. It lifted to beside my head and suddenly, it felt like my every pore excluded power. It started at the pit of my stomach and my heart, spreading to my extremities before refocusing into one specific limb.

My glowing fist.

With a mighty uppercut, geysers of water and gale-force winds rained down upon the two Fae, miraculously missing my brother as his attackers were forcefully thrown away from him. He fell to the ground. I kept the two Fae pinned to the ground beneath forces of wind and water as I made my way to stand above my brother protectively. He was completely still, unconscious once again and unaware of the destruction happening around him, caused by his own little brother.

Water, which seemed to take upon a life completely of its own, encased one of the creatures within its powerful grasp, forcing its mouth open wide as stream after plentiful stream invaded his lungs, drowning him mercilessly until it dropped the ground in a lifeless heap.

At the other side of us, wind held the other creature ridged as a powerful cyclone deprived its captive of the vital oxygen it needed, suffocating him. I could hear the Fae's horrific gasping as he failed to inhale air. His eyes rolled back from the lack of oxygen, and like its comrade, he fell to the ground, lifeless and unmoving.

With nothing else to attack, the two elements soared skywards, twisting symbiotically together beautifully before peaking miles high into the air and sailing earthward, directly towards me. Unconsciously, I opened my eyes wide and didn't blink even the once as I stared intently at the lingering elements. It seemed that was all the invitation they needed, jetting towards my eyes with purpose. I never even flinched as they impacted with my face.

Physically, I never felt either of them. I expected to feel the gritty, burning feeling of dirty water hitting my eyes, but it never came. Spiritually, I could feel them reuniting with my soul and becoming one with me again, their warmth and power filling me to the brim.

Then, all the adrenaline seemed to drain from my body at once, causing me to fall to the ground in gasping pain as I gripped my side. It had been easy to forget the protruding rib from my side as I kicked ass, however unexpected the means was, but now I was feeling it full force.

"Fuck ..." I whimpered, fingering the hard bone gingerly.

"SJ?" PT groaned, clutching his head as he came to again.

"PT! Are you okay?" I demanded, peering down at him.

"Ah, fuck ... Yeah, I'm good. Are you– Holy shit!" he exclaimed, finally catching a glimpse of my side. "Holy fuck, when did that happen?! Damn it, SJ, I told you to stay where you were!"

"Yeah, and if I had, you'd be fucking dead, asshole! Show a little fucking gratitude!" I snarled back, glaring through my pain as I cringed and groaned.

"Shit, I'm sorry! That looks nasty. We need to get that bone back in before you heal too much," he told me, his hands twitching around my wound as if he had no idea what to do next.

I rolled my eyes. Gotta do everything my damn self, I grumbled internally.

"What are you doing?!" he asked suddenly as I braced my palm against the protruding bone.

I glared up at him from under my eyelashes. "Doing what you're too chicken shit to do," I shot back. "We both know you'll faint if you touch this."

To his credit, PT didn't deny that one, but then again, he didn't seem to be listening at all once his gaze connected with mine. His eyes were blown wide, his mouth gaping open as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. I thought it was the bone finally getting to him, but never did his gaze falter from mine.

"Uh ... SJ? What the ..." he stuttered, swallowing thickly.

"What?" I asked self-consciously. "What is it?"

"Dude ... your eyes, they're ..." he cut himself off, unable to say.

"What? What, damn it?" I urged, freaking the fuck out. Maybe the water and wind did more damage that I thought?

"SJ, your eyes are ... they're different. They're green and blue," he stuttered, awed.

"What are you talking about?" I scoffed in confusion.

"Your eyes are a different colour, SJ. They're sorta ... green on the inside and blue on the outside of your iris. It's fucking ... awesome," he murmured, shaking his head.

"Dude, I think you hit your head a little too–"

"Fuck you, I know what I'm seeing, okay? They're blue and green, SJ!" he cut me off, glaring.

It was then I could see he was completely serious and started thinking that maybe he was right. The two elements had come into contact with my eyes ... maybe they'd caused this weird side effect?

"Okay, whatever. I don't know why they would be right now. We'll ask Uncle Nick later, but right now, I'm in fucking pain!" I barked at him, gripping my wide again as more painful jolts surged through it.

"Maybe ... maybe we should wait for, Dad? He'll know what to do, won't he?" he suggested nervously.

I knew he wouldn't let me do it so I nodded. "Okay, but hurry the fuck up, will you? It shitting well hurts!" I moaned, panting.

He nodded quickly and got up to phase. His beckoning howl was high and loud, causing me to cover my ears briefly. A ringing lingered in my ears, but I was way more concerned about the innards currently poking out of me. Within seconds, I felt my pack brothers phase in and sighed in relief. Still, I had something to deal with.

Taking advantage of his preoccupation, I braced my palm once again against my bone and pushed, screaming loudly as the bone snapped back into place inside my chest. I could already feel the bone knitting back together slowly as PT's large head snapped towards me, growling his disapproval at my actions.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, get over it. It's done, isn't it?" I shot back, making him huff.

I was made to feel infinitesimally better as my imprint came barrelling through the thick tree line bordering the clearing we were in He was by my side in a second, human and pulling on his shorts.

"What the fuck?! Are you okay? What happened?" he asked frantically as his large hands roamed over me to check from injuries. He lingered over my rib cage. "Oh God, what the fuck happened? Why didn't you call?!"

"Shut the hell up for a second and I'll tell you," I snapped as a result of the near death experience I'd just endured. I could tell he didn't like the tone I used with him, but quite frankly, he could suck it.

Before I could continue however, the rest of my family came charging towards me, some human and other in wolf form.

"SJ!" MJ shouted, skidding to a stop beside me. "What happened? Where are you hurt?"

I pointed to my side, where his eyes followed, and he nodded. Lifting his hand, he placed his palm over the wound and closed his eyes. I waited and marvelled at the accelerated rate at which my bones began to knit back together again, much faster than regular wolf healing. Within seconds, my side was pain free and back to normal. MJ opened his eyes and nodded in satisfaction, sending me a small smile.

"Better?" he asked in concern.

"Yeah, thanks," I murmured.

"One of you needs to tell me what happened here, and now. And why you didn't call your pack brothers. That was extremely foolish for both of you," Uncle Jacob, currently in Alpha Jacob mode, chided as his dark gaze bore down on PT and I.

"It was those Fae fuckers. The bad ones. They sneaked up on me. Hit me with that energy ball bullshit. I was surrounded. It wasn't SJ's fault. I tried to get him to stay where he was, but he ran after me. He saved my life, twice even I think. He's the hero here," PT explained, causing my heart to swell with love and gratitude for my brother.

However, now my Alpha's gaze bore directly onto me, waiting for my explanation. "I, uh ... I was more concerned about PT, you know? He was down. We were still surrounded. I couldn't bear the thought of him being hurt again. They were about to kill him ... Something in me just snapped ..." I rambled before biting my lip.

Suddenly, my Papa was there, crouched beside me as he stared at me intently. "What do you mean something side of you snapped?" he asked in concern.

I spluttered for a second before saying, "I think ... I think I ... tapped into my Fae powers. It was ... it was such a trip, Papa! There was water everywhere! I drowned him! And then there was the wind. It was like they were their own beings, you know? I could feel them in my chest. Everything they did, I told them to do it!"

And then Uncle Nick appeared beside Papa, his eyes alight with interest.

"Did it feel like you were connected? Like, they were an extension of you?" he asked, somewhat excitedly.

I nodded. "Yeah ... I could control them, you know? I ... it was so weird! When they were done, when we were safe, they came back at me and –"

"Reunited with you? Through your eyes?" he finished.

I nodded vehemently. "Yeah! How did you know?!"

"Because my fire does the same. They say your eyes are the windows to your soul. Our power comes from our souls," he explained, staring intently into my eyes.

It was amazing, what I saw. It was subtle, but deep in his pupils, I saw a flame. A live, flickering flame in the blackness. He stared at me, seemingly seeing the same.

"Can you see it?"

"The flame?"

He nodded. "Yes, the flame. You want to know what I see in yours?"

I nodded eagerly, entranced by his answer.

"Beside the obvious colour of your irises, like mine go red, yours have turned blue and green ... I also see those colours deep in your pupils, in your soul. They lie there in wait, until you need them again. They will always answer your call," he told me.

"So wait, PT's right?! My eyes are–"

"Yes, green and blue. In our family, everyone who wields an element will get an eye colour change. It comes with the power. Blue for water, and green for wind. Mine turn red, for fire. I have every confidence that PT's will also turn red, or yellow, or both whenever he taps into his elements."

"And when will that be exactly?" PT asked eagerly.

Uncle Nick shrugged. "Whenever you find your trigger. Your brothers' triggers have been when others have been in peril. MJ, when someone was hurt, and SJ when we you were in danger. I can't be sure what your trigger will be, but you'll find it eventually. It'll just take time."

"That's great and all, about their powers, but ... something's wrong with Seth," Brady pointed out to everyone suddenly, drawing everyone's gaze to the large, sandy wolf who was laying on his side, his back to us as he whined and whimpered.

Papa was on his feet instantly, phasing within the next second. I didn't have to look at his face to know the panic etched there. I felt the same. Everyone had phased back at some point, leaving Dad by himself in the Pack Mind, but we all soon phased back, worried and concerned about him.

Seth? Pup, what's wrong? Papa demanded to know, sprinting towards Dad's side. My brothers and I weren't far behind him.

Chris ... Chris, oh God ... can't believe it! It's happened! Dad wept, his back still to us.

What? What's happened? I don't under– Oh my God ... Papa breathed as he made his way to the front of Dad, his eyes wide as he stared down at him.

What, Chris? Talk to me. Jacob commanded, bounding towards his Beta.

Seth ... Papa breathed in awe and wonder.

Dad? Daddy, what's wrong? I whimpered, crawling on my belly towards his back and resting my snout on his side.

Dad! PT shouted impatiently.

I'm pregnant! Dad cried, his wolf whimpering as he butted something with his snout.

My eyes snapped open in shock, wondering if I'd heard him right. He was what?!

Pregnant?! I squeaked in shock.

Yes! Can't you see?! Dad replied happily.

I shot to my feet as one by one, the pack converged on us. A hum of excited whispers bounced around the Pack Mind before they were replaced by loud cries of happiness and congratulations upon seeing the swollen bulge of my Dad's stomach. I stared, completely stunned beside my brothers while Papa leaned down and butted his nose alongside Dad's against the bump.

Oh my God, baby, we did it! Dad wept, nudging his head against Papa's.

We did ... You're pregnant ... Mine, he growled possessively as he moved to lie behind Dad, curving his long body around his sandy one and nuzzling his nose into his neck. I love you ...

The Pack rejoiced, howling, whimpering and playing around us in excitement whilst my brothers and I could only continue staring in shock. Dad was pregnant? He was going to have another baby? I knew the possibility was there, but to see the baby actually growing inside of him at that very minute ... It was surreal. there was no mistaking that there was a baby inside is swollen stomach, something that hadn't been there the last time he'd phased, which had been quite a while ago.

What with his brooding and depression of the lack of this very moment, he hadn't phased for weeks. I couldn't help wondering whether while he was in his depressed state, the very thing he longed for and missed was literally happening right beneath his nose. Relief and happiness filled me as I thought that we'd get our old Dad back, the one who smiled all the time and was just a ball of energy, so unlike the tamed, shell of a man he'd been for the last few weeks.

But then my happiness tripled, thinking about the potential little sister I could be holding and cooing just months from now. I thought back to those days when my brothers and I were new pups, before we phased to human for the first time. The idea of sharing that moment with my new sister filled me with more joy that I knew how to handle. Of course, a little brother wouldn't be unwanted or turned away, but the idea of a little sister appealed to me ten times more.

Oh, my boys ... come here, Dad ordered tearfully, his wolf whimpering for effect.

Doing as we were told, my brothers and I crowded around our fathers. I took my place by their heads, rubbing the side of mine against Dad's affectionately. Papa's rested on top of mine, trapping me between them both while PT licked the other side of Dad's face, and MJ nudged and licked at Dad's swollen abdomen.

We're so happy for you, Daddy ... I whispered, nuzzling closer to him.

he nuzzled me right back and replied, Oh, SJ ... Thank you, Puppy.

One by one, my Pack mates, new and old, converged around us to show their support and happiness to our Dad and Papa. Actions spoke louder than words as flanks brushed and noses rubbed, but words from every one of them were said as well. The ones that stood out the most were from my Uncle Jacob.

I'm happy for you both, Jacob stated, silencing other in the Pack mind so they could hear our Alpha speak. Seth, I know you've had a hard time dealing with the lack of pregnancy, but now you can concentrate on your family. You deserve this; I'm so happy for you all.

I can't wait to have another baby around! Please, for my sanity, please have a girl! Chelsea pleaded desperately as she sauntered up beside me, resting her head on my flank while we all laughed.

I'll certainly try my best for you, Chelsea, Dad assured her, smiling at her fondly.

I admit, it's not the best timing, Papa said suddenly, causing Dad look at him warily. His only response was to butt Dad's head as he continued, But I'm happy. I'm not blind-sided this time. I plan to fully enjoy this with you, from the very beginning.

Dad began to cry at his words and snuggle closer to our Papa. Their love still astounded me, and I never wanted my imprint with me more than in that very moment. As on cue, I felt his presence behind me. Chelsea shifted slightly so that his large, warm body could wrap around mine behind me, much like my fathers. I glanced over at MJ, knowing he had to feel the same as me, only to find Rich had done the same with him. Papa was so preoccupied with Dad that he either didn't care in that moment or didn't realise their closeness.

We stayed there in the clearing for quite some time, a little past midnight. Ephraim, Uncle Paul and Uncle Nick took care of the Fae bodies after we'd had our bonding moment hours before, but returned to join in on the playful and relieving atmosphere, all centred around my Dad and his new pup-to-be.

Papa eventually carried Dad back home, both human in their exhaustion. We followed along with our own imprints, and they went straight to bed once we got in. Papa returned a few minutes after getting Dad settled, a peaceful, happy grin on his face as he lost himself in thought. When he came to, he noticed that Rich and Nix had come home with us. He didn't look as pissed as I thought he would have been.

I thought he might have told them to take a hike, but apparently, finding out he was to be a Papa again did wonders for his mood.

"Doors stay open. I'm going to bed," he announced before jogging up the stairs again.

MJ, PT and I shared shocked glances, mouth open in disbelief. He said they could stay?

I turned to Nix, who was smiling. "I'm not one to turn down an invitation like that, especially from your Papa. I mean, that has to be some progress, right?" he joked with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

I laughed and nodded. "Let's not linger, before he changes his mind," I teased back, getting up from the couch. "Night, guys."

"Goodnight, you two," Rich replied, smiling down at MJ, who seemed mystified by finally having our Papa's blessing to be with his imprint, even if it was just for tonight.

Just before I turned the corner to the stairs, I saw him lean down to capture my brother's lips with his, making me smile happily.

I giggled as Nix pulled me into my room, closing the door until it was barely open. We shared a cheekily grin. "He didn't say how much the door needed to be open," I said, grinning.

"Of course not," he agreed, moving towards me. His eyes darkened as he got closer, fingers twitching with need as his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me to his chest.

I bit my lip, revelling in his heat seeping into my chest and the bareness of our chests rubbing against one another. He traced the muscular lines of my back, dipping his head into my neck to inhale my scent greedily. I moaned as his nose nudged against a particularly sensitive spot by my neck tendon.

"I respect your Papa too much to let this get too far ... but I could have lost you tonight. I need to feel you," he murmured against my neck as he walked me back towards my bed.

The back of my knees collided with the edge, but he didn't let me fall. I took a shuddering breath as he reached down to snap my button and unzip my pants, lifting his head to look deep into my eyes. I was nearly panting as he pushed the denim fabric down off my hips, pooling around my ankles. I stood naked before him and nervous as hell as I reached for his.

"Wait," he murmured, gently removing my hands from his pants.

I looked up at him in confusion before I suddenly found myself sitting on the edge of my bed. I bit my lip hard, liking his dominant position standing above me way more than I thought I should. He could see everything of me from his position, and he took full advantage of that fact, his eyes roaming over me greedily.

He lowered himself to his knees, eyes fixated on my rising cock. The longer he looked, the harder I became, which was something he liked very much. He pushed my knees open gently, moving in between them so our chests were plastered together and his nose brushed against mine affectionately.

"You're so gorgeous," he whispered, his warm breath blanketing my face.

I blushed but smiled. He always made me feel like I was. "Thank you," I whispered back, cupping his face in my hands. "You too."

I pulled his lips to mine, kissing him softly before the tip of his tongue flicked against the seam of my lips. I sighed, my lips parting to welcome his slithery muscle. I moaned as it stroked and twisted with my own, sucking it gently into his mouth as he coaxed me to explore it. Oh boy, did I ever. This time, he was the one moaning under my ministrations, and I'd never felt so powerful before in my life.

But then that power diminished right before my eyes as his meaty hand took my engorged member into its firm grasp, pumping it once, twice, three times and had me moaning louder into his mouth. I leaned my head back, revelling in the sensations he was wreaking upon my body as he kissed down the side of my neck to my chest, nibbling on one of my nipples.

"Oh God ..." I gasped breathlessly. "That feels so good."

"Yeah?" he murmured against my chest, sucking the other nipple between his sinful lips.

"Yeah," I groaned, screwing my eyes shut in concentration. if he keeps that up, I was going to embarrass myself and come all over him. "God, Nix ..."

"You wanna come, Puppy?" he asked, kissing up my neck to suck my earlobe into his mouth as his hand held me tighter, pumping faster and firmer. .

I whimpered.

"Hmm? Would you like to come for me?" he whispered sinfully into my ear, rubbing the head of my cock in his large palm.

My eyes rolled in my head as I panted and nodded. "Yes ..."

"Yes, what?" he chuckled, teasing me mercilessly.

I suppressed a frustrated growl. "Yes, please?" I whined.

"Good puppy. Since you asked so nicely ..." he trailed off, releasing my neck, which he'd been vigorously sucking on, with a pop before lowering his mouth to my cock, slipping the head between his plump lips.

"Fuck!"

"Shh! Quiet, Puppy. You need to be quiet," Nix admonished, lifting his head from my cock.

I whined in protest. "Okay. Okay! Please ... please continue," I pleaded, unleashing the full force of my puppy dog eyes upon him.

He growled lowly, lowering himself again to pay glorious attention to my cock. I flopped back on the bed, arms thrown over my eyes as I panted and tried to keep my moans to a minimum. My hips bucked up into his mouth unconsciously, searching for more of the friction and pleasure he awarded me with.

My muscles began to tense in anticipation, the pleasure mounting up inside of me and fit to burst any second. A few whispered pleas and one final warning toward my imprint and I was exploding in his mouth, the skin of my forearm clamped between my teeth to prevent the loud shouts of ecstasy from escaping. The pain only added to my pleasure.

He drank every drop of me, cleaning me up the best he could before levelling our faces again, licking his grinning lips. He crashed his mouth to mine before I had the chance to catch my breath, moaning as I tasted myself on him.

"So sexy when you come," he growled against my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip as if to emphasise some sort of point.

"Your turn," I panted back, gripping his waistband again.

He groaned as if what he was about to say didn't co-inside with his desires before he replied, "Not tonight, Puppy. I think we've tested our luck enough. it's a miracle your Papa didn't storm in here when you got too loud."

I pouted with my displeasure, feeling guilty for not being able to return the favour. He chuckled and pecked my lips softly.

"It's okay, Puppy. If it makes you feel better, we can say you owe me one," he teased with a saucy wink which made me giggle.

"Can I at least take your pants off so I can feel you against me properly?" I requested, biting my lip.

He grinned. "Oh yeah, you can do that," he agreed, lifting his hands away from mine that were still gripping his waistband.

I made quick work of his button and zip before he could change his mind, getting up onto my knees so that I could pull the denim down his legs. My mouth ran dry at the sight of his engorged cock, wishing I could have it in my mouth tonight, but I knew he was serious. Nix opened his arms to me with a knowing smile, and I reluctantly laid down inside of them. They cocooned me against his chest.

"I love you, Puppy," he whispered into my hair, fingers stroking sensually against my pack tattoo.

I sighed in contentment. "I love you too, Nix," I replied, letting my eyes close.

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Love MrsWolfPack xx