He's balls deep in my ass as I fuck myself with our favorite vibrator. I am gushing all over our bed as he rams me from behind. His icy fingers digging into my hips as he watches us in the mirror.

He lets go of one of my hips to grab a handful of my hair. It hits just below my shoulders. Any longer and I look like fucking Lassie when phased. He bends his body over mine, somehow reaching even deeper inside me. It feels so good that I falter with the vibrator. He slaps my ass forcefully making me whimper.

His voice is hoarse, "Keep fucking yourself, baby. That's right, try to hit your sweet spot. Ugh, so fucking good Leah..."

He lets go of my hair to grab my hips again. His pace increases so I know he's close. I twist the Rabbit so he can feel the vibrations against his balls and we both cum at the same time.

He collapses on me, pushing me face down into the mattress. I reach behind me to pinch his marble body. He squeals like a girl before moving off of me. He falls next to me on his back before pulling me half on top of his body. He presses a kiss to the top of my head before whispering, "I love you, she-wolf."

My chest tightens. I pick my head up off his chest to look into his eyes. God, over a hundred years later and he still takes my breath away. I use my thumb to trace his lips. "I love you, Papa Bear."

I get up to go take a shower. He joins me but before he can get too frisky, I ask him to go to the coffee shop to get me some pie and a burger. He quickly washes himself off before heading out. Once I hear the front door close and know he can't hear me, I fall to the floor and sob.

EPOV - - -

I press my thumb to the scanner to head back inside our place. She's sitting on the couch, wearing one of my t-shirts. I drop the bag of food onto the coffee table before kneeling in front of her.

She licks her lips. She's so fucking beautiful that I swear my dead heart beats because of it. I grab her hands and ask, "You're going to stop phasing aren't you?"

She finally looks at me instead of some spot over my head. Her eyes are glassy. She can barely manage to nod. I rise up and sit beside her so I can haul her onto my lap. I bury my head in her hair, still damp, and just breathe unnecessarily.

She moves so she's straddling me now. Her mouth fuses with mine and we get lost in the kiss. Finally, she pulls away. Her voice is soft, but strong. "Papa Bear, Emmett, baby, I love you so fucking much...please don't think this has anything to do with us."

I nod because I know she does. She's shown me every day for the past century just how much she loves me, even when I drive her insane. I reassure her, "I know that Leah. I know how much you love me, baby. I have never doubted your love for me."

Her face lights up, making me smile. God, she has no idea how seeing her smile like that makes me feel alive. Almost human. She grasps my face in her hands. "Good because if you did I was going to kick your ass like that lion did in Africa a few decades back."

I growl at her, pouting. "It did not, woman."

She giggles. Yeah, Leah Clearwater giggles and I make it happen. "Oh yes, it did. Told you not to fuck with it but you didn't listen. You're lucky I phased in time to give you the chance to get away."

We had gone to Africa. Leah wanted to see the world and I made it happen. We were on some preserve in Kenya and I thought it would be wicked fun to try to take on a lion. King of the jungle versus the bad ass vampire. I even made a banging t-shirt. I held my own for a bit, but dude...those fucker's fangs were wild. Leah phased and was bigger than him. Of course, she thought the whole thing was cool since she got to fight a lion. We were careful not to hurt it, well, not to hurt it too bad. It had been one of our greatest adventures. One of so many.

I drag myself back to the present to look at her. I ask, already knowing the answer, "Then why?"

LPOV - - -

I press myself closer to him. I need the contact to give me the strength to talk. I lay my face against his chest, knowing he can still hear me. "Seth's great-grandson died last week and I wasn't at the funeral."

He rubs my back as he tells me, "Babe, you could have gone. I would have just stayed here like..."

His voice trails off. I pick my head up, "Like the last time? Or the time before that? I couldn't because it hurts, Emmett. Seeing the children of the pack and their children just die while my heart continues to beat strong. Fuck, he was still young. Barely out of his teens. He never got to live his life while I live mine. Illness and age make their bodies decay while I live on. Or having the council's eyes on me whenever I step foot on the rez as if I would bring back all their babies for you to feast on. When Jake and Bella's daughter passed a few years ago, my heart broke as I glanced on the headstones of all my friends and family. Knowing that my time too should have come and gone but cheating death because being with you means so much more."

His voice is sad and afraid, "And not anymore?"

I grab his face and kiss the fuck out of him. I snarl at him, "Don't you fucking say that! You know it is but baby, let's be real. This isn't natural. I want gray hairs and to see myself mature and I know it might sound stupid, but I've lived, god, I have lived my life with you and have been so fucking happy, but it's time. I really don't know how else to say it. To explain it. Please, please don't be mad."

EPOV - - -

I sigh, "I'm not mad. I get what you're saying even if it hurts my heart. But baby, the choice is yours."

She breathes in and closes her eyes in relief. I can see the tension slide off of her. Her eyes snap open though when I drop my own little announcement on her. "When you pass from this world, I will follow."

She shakes her head as tears slide down her face. I grab it and hold it firm so she feels me. "I'm not playing Leah. And I ain't saying this shit to guilt trip you but there is no me without you. I've lived too and fuck it if I will continue to do so without the other half of my soul. We've had a great life, she-wolf, and I'm not a greedy bastard. If our time is up, so be it."

She opens her mouth to speak but words fail her. Instead she presses her body closer to mine and nods. I hear her whisper, "So be it."

It takes her seven months to stop phasing completely. Holy fuck, we didn't know it would be so hard. It was like seven months of nonstop PMS. She was one hormonal, emotional bitch and I loved every fucking minute of it. I'm a masochist; it's cool.

I also had to tone it down during sex. I almost broke her pelvis when I forgot my she-wolf wasn't supernatural anymore. Yeah, her body still runs hotter than normal humans but it's not the same, but I love her. More than anything.

She cried when she got her first period. I fucking thought someone else died but no, she was on the toilet, holding up a wad of bloody toilet paper like it was a winning lottery ticket for a billion bucks. Later on, I showed my Native American princess just how enjoyable her period could be. Who knew muff diving from a vamp can help with cramps? I told her it had to be all the orgasms. So, yeah, I dig her monthly cycles. Her first few periods lasted ten days and were like fucking back to back. It was a fucking all you can eat buffet and I got my money's worth. I was kind of got sad when she got regular.

It's been close to three years and she still looks hot as sin. I can see the slight changes in her body. Her hips have curved out some more. Her ass is a bit softer but I love grabbing onto it while I push deep inside her. Her tits a bit more full as she now actually gains weight. I love watching her sleep peacefully. No more fitful tossing and turning that's been plaguing her the past few years.

So it's our anniversary today. We stopped keeping track of how long but still honor the date. UFC supernatural throw down is the date we chose because that's when we knew in our hearts, we were for keeps. I am in our home, pacing, checking and double-checking that everything is kosher.

Candles lit. Dinner in the warming tray. Champagne chilling. Wearing a motherfucking thong because she thinks I never would. And the fucking pamphlets on the table in a box, wrapped in a big red bow. Pamphlets about her getting artificially inseminated. The perfect gift for the love of my lives, both dead and undead. A child. Her child, which I'll love even if it's not mine because it would be in all the ways that counted.

The front door opens and I place myself on the couch. Arm draped? Check. Balls about to pop out because this tiny piece of fabric is not nearly enough to hold the monstrosity which is my nut sac? Check. She comes into the living room, pausing to check out the dinner table. I can't help but smile at the one that graces her face, her perfect face.

She puts down her bags and walks over me. She stops in front of me, hands on hips, jeans low on her hips. She looks at me with a gleam in her eye that hardens me so now the head of my cock is peeking out of the scrap of silk.

She places her hands on my thighs. I shiver. She licks her lips before asking, "What you got for me, Papa Bear?"

I lose the ability to speak as her nails scratch the head of my cock before running down the silk covered shaft. I push her hands away to stand to give her a quick spin.

She laughs but I smell her arousal. I bend over so she can ogle me. Her throaty whisper makes my balls tighten, "That's actually perfect, Papa Bear. Wanna see what I got you for tonight?"

There's something in her voice. I stroke my own dick before telling her yes. She tells me to sit down. I do as she asks and watch as she starts to strip in front of me. I have seen her naked countless times, and each time, I still lose my breath.

She drops her t-shirt to the floor. All I see is the back of her black bra. She shimmies out of her jeans; her ass encased in black lace. The air is now filled with the smell of her arousal and, fuck me, her nectar. We haven't done a thing and she's already cum? Fuck me upside the head, I am the man.

She turns around and I groan. My she-wolf has on crotch-less panties and a bra that has her nipples peeking out. She spreads her legs and pulls out a small bullet, slick with her juices. She runs it along her nipples before sucking it clean. Fuck me, she's such a perv. Damn, I'm a lucky fucking bastard. She winks at me before putting it right back in my pussy.

She reaches down to pick up a rather nondescript paper bag. She licks her lips as she saunters over to me. Before reaching me, she says, "Get up and bend over. I want that ass facing me."

Well, fuck, you don't have to tell me twice. Hell, I am bending over before she even finishes speaking. Then her warm, not hot anymore, hands are on me. Sliding over my skin as she touches me. She yanks on the fabric, pulling it between my ass cheeks to tighten around my balls. My heavy, aching balls. I hiss out, "Fuck...Leah..."

She giggles. My nuts sing at the sound. Then she releases the fabric and I feel something cool and rubbery against my skin. Her lips press kisses over my bare back. I fight the urge to turn around and just shove my cock inside her wetness. She stops to pull my thong down. She then presses her body against me once more.

She bites me earlobe. I groan. Then she shocks me, "I'm going to fuck that ass, baby, and you're going to love it.

LPOV - - -

Holy crap, I'm going to need a mop after tonight. I've come I don't know how many times since this afternoon. I went to the toy store before a running a bunch of other errands. When the salesperson showed me the sweet, tiny bullet and told me it would have me cumming before I got it all the way in me, I was hooked. She showed me the App for it on my Iphone. I set it on random and holy fudgesicles. I went to get tattooed down there as part of my gift with that new glow-in-the-dark ink that's all the rage nowadays. As the girl did her thing, I tried my hardest not to moan or squirm in the seat. She even propositioned me as the smell of my arousal became evident. I was beyond tempted, just to get off but I only let other girl's muff dive if Em's a part of it. Every decade or so, we engage in threesomes or foursomes, and have even had an orgy, to keep things fresh. We're cool like that.

Getting back to business, I slide the crotch-less panties off and stuff them in his mouth. Thank goodness, the fucker doesn't need to breathe. I reach into the bag and pull out the hot pink, eight and half inch long, two inch thick strap on. I slide it up my body and can't resist the urge to stroke the shaft. Now, my baby's had butt plugs and my fingers up his ass but this right here? This is a whole other level. I grab the bottle of Wet! from the bag and slide it along my cock. Oh yeah man, I have a huge cock.

I pinch his unyielding ass when I notice he's stroking my other cock. His orgasms belong to me tonight, and me alone. When I tell him, he fucking whimpers. I pour out some Wet! onto his ass, right in between his perfect cheeks. He pushes his ass out more. I slide my finger into his pretty little hole. Teasing him with quick little strokes before pulling out.

He pulls my panties out of his mouth, "Fuck, baby, stop teasing me."

I slide my dick along his ass crack. He groans. I feel the juices start to slip out of me. "Shh, Papa Bear. I'm so going to take care of you tonight."

I spread his cheeks apart while trying to maneuver my cock to settle between them. I should have grabbed my phone to take a few pics of this. Of him, spread out for me and my cock. Finally, I just grab my dick and place it where I want it. My pussy starts tingling as my Iphone turns on the bullet. Gotta love technology. I tease his anus with the head of my dick.

He groans and pushes back into me. I take that as the green light and push the head of my hot pick inside him. Slowly. I know I must go slowly. I won't lie though. Seeing the head disappear into his ass is making me even wetter. I brace my legs and push inside him more.

He kind of yelps like a puppy while pulling away. He turns his head while I'm stuck frozen. Maybe this isn't a good idea. He sees the apprehension on my face. He winks at me, "Easy there Ron Jeremy. This is my first time at the anal rodeo and you gotta take it slow. Especially with what you're packing. Slow and steady. Even slower than what you think slow is. My ass is like a vacuum and just wants to suck your big cock inside, but you gotta control your pace. So, give it to me she-wolf. Fuck my ass."

I smile and take in a deep breath. The head is still inside him. I grab his hips and count in my head like a dork. 1 Mi-ss-i-ss-i-pp-i. I draw it out. It takes me four Mississippi's to move an eighth of an inch. I get a little deeper inside him. He's grunting and jerking off at the same time. My bullet's just a twirling and a whirling inside me. Finally I'm balls deep in him.

I pause and he stills. All that can be heard is me breathing. I pull back just an inch and press forward again. I repeat this small movement over and over. He keeps groaning and backing into me. Fuck! How does he control himself with me? I swear I have no feeling in my cock but I am so fucking hungry for him, I just want to tear his ass open.

He must feel the same because he looks at me over his shoulder and growls out, "You can fuck me now."

And I do. I pull back and slam against his icy tush. Push. Pull. Tease. More. My legs are feeling shaky as his sounds of satisfaction are heard, along with my grunts. The fucking vibrator is at fucking super-hyper drive speed inside me. I'm crying out as I cum while Emmett's cock gushes out stream after stream of vamp jism all over our faux-leather, alternative eco-friendly couch. He falls forward and I collapse on top of him.

I manage to pick my head up when I hear his muffled rumblings. I push myself up and slowly disengage myself from his body. I take a moment to appreciate my cock before falling onto the couch beside him. I'm giddy that I actually don't miss and avoid falling on my ass. I pull the bullet out of my twat and drop it to the ground. Wonder if pussy juice stains hardwood?

He turns around and gives me the biggest, tongue down my throat kiss ever. Hell, it makes me whimper and want more, even though I can't feel my legs. Or my pussy lips. He pulls away and just smiles at me. I can't help but smile back.

"Holy fuck woman! You so rocked my ass!" He fucking high fives me.

He helps me get rid of the strap on. He gets on the floor to massage my feet. Then he does my calves and thighs, finally reaching the juncture between my legs.

He presses a sweet kiss to my pussy lips. He licks his lips before telling me, "Fuck, baby, you're so wet. You loved fucking me, didn't you?" I whimper in reply as I feel my body yearning for him as he continues to talk. "Sliding in and out of me as I jerked off. Fuck, it felt so good. You were so deep...fuck..."

I cry out as his face dives between my thighs. My hands find his hair to keep in place as he eats me out like the creamy center of a Twinkie. Yeah, those bitches still exist. I cum in minutes. He pulls away, my juices all over his face as he looks at my shaved cunt.

He looks up at me, eyes all twinkly. "Baby, is that?"

I sometimes forget how fine-tuned his Spidey senses are. He's staring at my crotch like it's Mecca. I reach forward and stroke his cheek. "Yep, after all it's yours."

The dying sunlight allows my surprise to start to show. Papa Bear's Pussy in small script. I figure he's going to attack me but the sight of one blood tear catches me by surprise.

He leans forward to kiss me senseless again. I pull back when oxygen becomes necessary. He gets up to pick me up too. He carries me to the bathroom where he deposits me on the counter. He grabs a washcloth to wipe me down.

He presses his lips to mine gently. "Give me five minutes before you come out. Okay?" I just nod. He points to the door. "I got something for you to wear."

He's gone. I don't even think I blinked. I get up, glad I have regained feeling in my legs. I close the bathroom door and find a silk robe in a bright teal color. It barely covers my ass but that's how my Papa Bear likes it. I slip it on, enjoying the softness against my skin. I wash my face, brush my teeth and run a brush through my hair.

I head back to the living room and stop when I see dinner is served. He made me my favorite. Steak, garlic mashed potatoes and broiled asparagus with lemon butter sauce and tres leches cake for desert. My mouth waters. He's by my side, escorting me to the table. He even pulls my chair out. I sit and notice the small rectangular box placed by my plate.

He pours me some wine before pouring himself some heated blood. Yeah, thanks to having a doctor for a daddy, he now gets his blood shipped to wherever we live. Carlisle is no longer working in hospitals but at some uber fancy lab where he's perfecting synthesized blood. No more blood donors or such. Right now he's working on taste. He hopes this will help vampires be more civilized. I don't think he gets that not all leeches are like his family. Some just enjoy the taste of fear and the thrill of the hunt.

Emmett grimaces slightly before swallowing. I ask, "Not quite right yet?"

He shakes his head, "A bit metallic but loads better than the first bunch. I think he's almost there." He doesn't miss that I'm not looking at him but at the box. "You wanna open that first or eat?"

I mock pout at him while shaking my head. "Nah, it can wait. I'm starved." I start to dig in, relishing the look of contentment as I enjoy what he made me. However much later, I push the plate away. "I'm stuffed. I'm not a wolf anymore babe. I can't eat like that anymore."

He laughs as he clears the table. See how well I've trained my vamp? Little domesticated cutie pie, he is. He pushes the box closer to me. His face is all scrunched up so I know he's worried about my reaction. I pull apart the elaborate bow, watching as the colored ribbon fall to the side. I lift the top of the box and glare at him when I see nothing but tissue paper. I push that aside and gasp.

My hand falls to my side. I can't see because tears have blurred my vision. I hesitantly touch the brochure as if it it's glass. He's beside me, wiping my eyes. His voice, my anchor, whispers lovingly, "Happy anniversary Leah. For all you've given me, let me be the one to do this for you."

I whisper the words, terrified, "A baby?"

He picks me up and places me on his lap. He buries his face in my neck, speaking against my skin. "A baby. Your baby. Hopefully, our baby. Well, I mean, I know it can't really be..."

I shut him up the only way I know; with my tongue. The kiss is desperate and grateful all at once. I pull away and look him in the eyes. "Our baby, even if it isn't your dead spunk knocking me up. Our baby."

The joy in his eyes leaves me speechless. "Our baby."

We send the next three hours practicing making a baby. Just for giggles.

EPOV - - -

We decide to wait before trying. Leah wants to make sure her body's all chill and to enjoy some more time with me before we're bombarded with diapers, shit and binkies. Two years later, we're on some video call with the fertility specialist. You gotta love the future. You don't even have to leave the comfort of your own home to talk to your doctor. Hell, I don't even have pants on. Nope. Just a t-shirt with my bare balls resting on the chair. Leah thinks I'm insane but that isn't stopping her from giving me a hand job. Thankfully, the doc takes my grunts and sighs as me paying attention. When I'm about to cum, I place my hand over hers and direct my dick to point at her thighs. I shoot my cum all over her bare legs. She glares at me but hey, if you wanna tango with Papa Bear, you better be ready to get dealt with. Bet she regrets wearing shorts today. I blow her a kiss.

Doc Reznor tells us that she's got a clean bill of health and should we want, we can go forward immediately. We look at each other and nod enthusiastically. Less than five minutes later, we get a delivery via bot, yeah I-Robot was onto something, and Doc Reznor explains to us what's needed. Daily shots to get her to produce more eggs and crap. What she should be eating. What she shouldn't be eating. How much fucking we should be doing. Two weeks of this before we try inseminating her. We finish up with the virtual spunk binder. Yeah, I got names for everything. Leah wants someone that sounds like he would look like me. It's kind of creepy to see these full size virtual men in our living room. There are no discernable facial features. Those kind of details are told to us. We tell Doc Rez that we'll go over the possible candidates and get back to him.

Three months and two tries later, no luck. The sperm didn't take to Leah's eggs. God, she cried for days when she saw blood down there. I consoled her as best I could, but fuck me if I didn't feel like I had a three inch dick. We try again the following month and again are met with disappointing results. I suggest a break. Maybe in all our excitement, we're putting too much stress on Leah. She's starting to smell different, but I figure it's because of all the hormones and stuff. We figure one month of no hormone therapy, shots or whatever. I plan a trip to Italy to see my parents.

Yeah, dad's lab? In Volterra. Wanna know why? Because the motherfucking Volturi are dead-dead and fucking out of our lives. Way back when, Bella forgot to tell her wolf that our vamp Mafia expected her married to Eddie and be turned. Well, of course, that was out of the question, especially when Jake found out that Bella was preggers. Eddie, being ever so valiant - even though, personally, I think he was vying for a pity fuck, but hey that's just me - decided to sacrifice himself and become part of the Volturi guard. Alice saw this, went even more ape-shit and threatened Bella. Well, that was on her dumb ass because the pack doesn't play that shit. I don't even think she got half her threat out of her mouth before Seth had her arm in his jaws. This of course, only added to her hatred of Leah, and amazingly enough, Bella too. She thought Bella was a traitor. Jasper, calm and collected, had about enough and snapped her neck. Jasper told her he had enough and broke her heart. Esme just shook her head.

Alice took off to Volterra, hot on Ed's heels. We got a phone call three years later letting us know that Aro was killed by Renata who developed rather strong feelings for Eddie and vice versa. Oh, and she also killed Alice because she didn't want her to have a vision of what she had been planning to do. There was upheaval but nobody fucked with Renata. If she could kill Aro, who had touched her every single day and had not see it coming, well, yeah, nobody fucked with her. Leah clapped her hands when she heard of Alice's demise. When I finally got a hold of Jasper, he was balls deep in a pair of twins and a frat boy. Yeah, brokenhearted my brother was.

So anyway, Dad's in Italy with Esme and Eddie. The Volturi disbanded and those who stayed behind pretty much adopted the vegan/animal lifestyle. A few still drank human blood but it was the blood of murderers and rapists and the like. I'm down with that. A couple of decades ago, me and Ed had fun draining a serial killer who preyed on small boys. That was a good time.

So we're on a plane, well, they're more like these slick pod things that get you to Italy in less than two hours. The future is coolio. My family picks us up from the airport, even Eddie and his bitch. He smiles at me. I wink before putting my shields back up. He shakes his head at me. We all embrace, well, all except Leah and Ed. She flips him the bird and his lover threatens to bite it off. I then growl at the bitch. She wants to throw down, but Edward keeps her back. Yeah, I thought so. My powers remain a secret just because I don't want to deal with bullshit.

Carlisle looks at Leah pensively. I glance at my girl and sigh. The past couple of weeks she's had some sort of bug she just can't seem to shake. She's taken a cycle of antibiotics but they only seemed to help for a few days. She's kind of pale. Then I smell it and my dead heart constricts.

Death.

I wrap my arms around her as she tells me how tired she feels. I fight with all my might so I don't break down in the airport among the humans or in front of her. How could I be so stupid? How did I miss it? We take off to the castle. Esme keeps Leah distracted with talk about some festival and our pregnancy tries.

Leah smiles through it all, "Yeah, we figured we just need a little R & R and everything should be ready to go when we get back."

Esme smiles sadly at my lover but she has her eyes closed and misses it. We park and head straight to our room. I lay her on the bed so I can go find Carlisle but her grip on my shirt tightens.

Her eyes are wide and clear. Her voice is strong, "Sometimes wrong, isn't it?"

We find out a whole lot's wrong. She has Can-AIDS, which is a wicked clusterfuck of cancer and AIDS. Individually, they can be cured with the proper medication but as do all diseases, they evolved and somehow combined. Unless you catch it in the earliest of stages and where the cancer part can be treated, it's terminal.

I'm crying like a fucking baby with Leah on my lap. I can't even speak, but my she-wolf? She has questions. She looks at Carlisle and asks, "I was fine, hell, beyond fine, a few months ago. Doc Rez gave us the okay."

Carlisle shakes his head, lips pursed. "I think it has to do with your wolf mutation. You phased for over a hundred years. Everything inside you was basically frozen. You stopped phasing and I think those hundred years caught up with your body. Times are so different now. The food, the air, germs. Your body might not have developed the antibodies to deal with it."

Leah just nods. She gets up and walks out. I move to follow but she motions for me to stop. Her voice is so sad, "Just...just give me a minute."

The door closes behind her. My head falls into my lap, tears running down my face. I don't even feel my father's arms come around me.

LPOV - - -

I step foot onto the beach. I told Emmett the night we found out that I was dying, that I wanted to go somewhere where the sun would make him glitter like my shiny own disco ball. His response? He went straight to the bathroom to shave his nuts and told me he had two disco balls for me.

Today is a good day. I have a bit of color in my cheeks. I am not weak and feeble. We actually took a walk around town before heading back to the house we've rented in Honolulu. Correction, mansion. It's ridiculous, but I love it.

I head to the bathroom and look at my reflection. My eyes are bright. My skin is flushed, thanks to all the sex we've had today. We took advantage of the burst of strength I had today. God, it felt so good to have my body used like that. He's been so fucking tender and careful and today? Today he fucking almost ripped me in half and I loved every minute of it.

I smile when I come to a realization. I run out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the media room. He's setting up a movie, action because I love when shit blows up. I jump into his arms because I know he's always going to be there to catch me.

I rape his mouth and find my back hitting one of the wicked leather chairs. My shorts are ripped away as he impales me with his cock. I scratch at his back, "Emmett!"

He's drilling into me so hard, I think I might break through the cushion. He rectifies that quick when I feel the air and am now straddling him. I move up and down on his shaft as his hands land on my hips to help direct me. I feel the orgasm building. I look at him. Love of my life. I tell him breathily, "Turn me."

He freezes. I swear if the situation wasn't so dire, I would have burst out cackling. He licks his lips before speaking. "You made me promise, she-wolf."

I start moving again, loving how his eyes close of their own accord. "I know, but I was a young, foolish wolf back then." I press a kiss to where his heart is. "You're everything I've ever needed and the only thing I've ever wanted. More than a baby. Just you, Papa Bear. With you, I have everything."

He cums so hard, I'm surprised I don't fly off his cock. I climax right after him, my head falling onto his shoulder. His voice is soft, "Okay."

His fangs sink into my neck. I groan. When I open my eyes three days later, he's the first thing I see.

His infectious smile settles me. He winks at me. "Welcome back, she-wolf." He gets this perplexed look on his face. "We gotta figure out a new nickname. Elvira?"

I smile because he's a dork and no matter where we are, he's home.

The End.

Hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. It was a blast. :)