Devon Mature

I let a part of my weight rest on Amber as I kissed her, frantically trying to decide what to do. My wolf was pushing me to take her, as fervently as when she had been in heat, and my body was in full agreement. I had spent the weeks since she had returned to me in near constant discomfort and my control was an increasingly thin thread.

She was kissing me back with enthusiasm, and her legs were still wrapped around me as if to hold me in place. She had said she was sure. She was sure. Sure.

I broke the kiss and tried to force my mind to function normally. "You'll tell me to stop if you change your mind?"

Her wide eyes looked up into mine. "Okay."

"Promise me you will if you do."

She smiled at me and I felt it in my chest. "I promise I will tell you to stop if I want you to stop."

I could stop if she changed her mind at some point. I could go slowly, for her. She needed patience, not an animalistic frenzy.

My mind gave up the fight and I kissed her again, keeping my weight braced on one arm while I increased the space between us, and I moved my other hand down to run along her hip, and then under her shirt, up the curve of her stomach, between us. Slowly I wrapped my hand around a bra-covered breast, watching her reaction while I did it. Her eyes widened as she looked into mine, but she didn't protest.

I explored that breast with my hand like I had been waiting to do since I'd found her, and then the other, and she moaned low in her throat. Pushing her shirt up, I brought my mouth down and bit gently through the cloth. "Does that feel good?" I asked.

She nodded. Her breathing was fast and ragged. I pulled free of her legs and she looked confused, but I smiled at her. "Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet."

Her breath hitched in her throat as I brought her up, pulling her shirt over her head. Once she realized what I was doing, she cooperated with my plan. I reached around her and unclasped her bra and pulled it off, too, throwing it somewhere—I didn't care where it landed as long as it wasn't blocking my view of her chest.

And what a chest it was, perky breasts crowned with perfect nipples. I just gaped at her since I'd never seen anything I wanted more.

Then I glanced at her face to make sure she was okay, and I found her looking off into the corner of the room. My heart sank. "Amber, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Look at me."

She did, reluctantly.

"Are you uncomfortable?"

"Kind of."

"Do you want me to stop?" My wolf wished we had separate bodies so he could go for my throat for suggesting something so monumentally stupid, but I ignored that feeling. I also ignored the way I ached for her.

Her forehead crinkled. "Do you want to stop?"

"Of course not. There's nothing I want more than this."

"Okay."

"Are you worried about what I think of you?"

She looked over at the corner again.

"You don't have to worry about that. You've got nothing to worry about. You were designed for me. I could look at you—" I ran a finger over her exposed flesh "—for the rest of my life and never get tired of the sight. I swear."

She met my eyes again, and she smiled. I knelt before her and took one breast into my mouth, and then the other, teasing her until all her worries were banished.

I pushed her gently back on the bed, and unzipped her pants, pulling them down her legs, feeling like I was unwrapping a present I had waited my lifetime for. Her underwear was just plain white cloth, and I would have loved to pull that off as well, but I left it on to give her time to get more comfortable.

Then, I pulled off my own shirt, and I climbed on top of her again, skin to skin, her soft breasts against my chest. I wanted to kiss her because she was sweet as honey, and also because I knew that she enjoyed it. And we weren't doing this—no matter what my selfish wolf thought—unless I was sure she was as into it as I was.

I loved her mouth with my own, taking my time, holding myself back, and before long she was moaning and thrusting her hips up against me again. Creating a small amount of space between us, I reached down with one hand and stroked her through her underwear. She made a small gasp at the contact, but then relaxed into my touch. I didn't stop kissing her.

Slipping my hand under the fabric, I slid my finger along her, and then I touched her sweet spot. She jerked against me, and opening my eyes I found hers wide with surprise. "You okay?"

"Yes! I just, I don't know, I..."

"I can stop." It wasn't a lie, because I was sure I could even if it didn't feel like it.

"Stop saying that. I know you won't hurt me, Devon. I promised, so you have to trust me."

"I do trust you." I accepted it and turned my starving attention back to her body.

I teased her before slowly slipping my finger inside her. She moaned, and I did the same at the feel of her, silky smooth and wet for me, the source of the scent that had been teasing me for these past weeks. I didn't think I could hold out much longer.

I wanted to see her come undone, so I pulled off her underwear and I let my lips travel as I moved down her body, and my mouth found her, eliciting a strangled gasp from my mate.

I continued until she trembled under me, her body clasping me as I stretched her. I didn't want to hurt her any more than I could avoid. She was a delicate human, I had to go easy, I reminded myself as I struggled to free myself from my pants and underwear.

She was a human, the words echoed in my head, as if my lust fogged brain was trying to remember something important.

She was a human.

And humans didn't need heat to get pregnant like werewolves usually did.

Birth control! Shit!

Her eyes grew wide again as she tried to read my face. "What is it?"

"We didn't get you birth control. I don't even think I have any condoms." I didn't think we'd need it this soon, if ever, and everything else happening had been stealing my attention. Apparently my natural pessimism was biting me in the ass. I dug around in the side table and came up empty and disappointed. And why would there be any there? I'd never brought any other female to my room, and I never would have guessed that she would be willing, at least not this soon.

I wracked my mind. I'd tossed the ones I had stashed in a fit of self-disgust after the incident with Megan. There might be some in the clinic, but where Doc would have them stashed, I had no idea.

She looked like she was analyzing me. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, although you might be about to see a grown man cry." I forced a smile and chuckled grimly at my own terrible joke. "Don't worry, we'll get something for next time," I said, which sounded like the saddest words I'd ever heard. I was still on the edge of exploding and my wolf was trying desperately to grab control. He loved the idea of her pregnant and felt this was the most phenomenally stupid reason to stop.

"I could still help, couldn't I?" she asked, and she scooted forward on the bed and wrapped her smooth hand around me.

"That helps," I managed to say through my shock and my constricted vocal cords.

She moved experimentally for long moments, and I wrapped my hand around hers to demonstrate what I liked. She continued moving with the rhythm I had shown her, and a moment later, I finally came for my mate after a lifetime of waiting.

As my mind cleared, I saw the damage I'd done. She didn't look overly impressed as she inspected her stomach. "Sorry."

"I think I need a shower," she said, and then she met my eyes with a cute smile that assured me I wasn't in too much trouble. Scooping her up in my arms, I carried her to the bathroom.

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Author's Note:

I was originally planning to just leave him suffering over his lack of foresight for another night, but turns out Amber is much, much nicer than her author. Lucky Devon.