The Phoenix Pack: Feral Sins Part 33

Thank G.o.d. "Baby, I can't wait any longer." He slowly withdrew his fingers and then pressed his c.o.c.k into her a.s.s. "Shh, relax, let me in." Releasing a long breath, she let the stiffness leave her body. He gave her back a soothing rub. "Good girl. Now push out as I push in." Ignoring the urge to ram himself inside her, he fed her an inch of his c.o.c.k at a time, careful not to hurt her. "Oh baby you have no idea how hot it is watching my c.o.c.k disappear in your a.s.s. Good, Taryn. Take more." Finally he was fully sheathed. "f.u.c.k, that feels incredible."

He was right, it did which surprised the h.e.l.l out of Taryn, who had never felt so full in her life. Sure it hurt, but it was a good hurt. The bite of pain only intensified the pleasure. He'd been right her body accommodated him, was made to accommodate him wherever he wanted to take her. If only he would move...

"Ready, baby?" Taking her moan as a yes, he slowly withdrew until only the head of his c.o.c.k was inside, and then he slowly sank back in. A whimper escaped her. "I think she's going to be good," he told Dominic and Ryan. "Let go." Looking extremely disappointed, they did. He rubbed Taryn's back again. "Now, baby, it's time for you to suck Dante's c.o.c.k."

She should have been tired at this point, Taryn thought. Surely she would be. And surely she wouldn't want to suck another c.o.c.k after already taking care of Trey, Marcus, and Tao. Instead, she was licking her lips at the sight of Dante's c.o.c.k as he knelt on the bed before her. Clearly Greta was right she was a hussy.

"Open up, Taryn," said Dante, rubbing the head of his c.o.c.k against her mouth. "I want those lips of yours wrapped around my c.o.c.k." The second she opened her mouth he surged forward. "Suck me deep, honey. That's it. Those lips were created for this."

"h.e.l.l yeah," agreed Marcus.

Once Trey had given her a few more slow thrusts, she began to squirm restlessly. "You want more? You want it harder?" She nodded. "Taryn?"

She turned her head and met his gaze. "Yes I want it harder."

"Good girl."

Looking like a sulky kid, Dante gripped her head and turned it back to face him so she could keep sucking him off.

Trey gave her what she wanted, rearing back and then plunging back inside. He made his thrusts hard but not hard enough to make her come. When Dante gave him a look that said he was close to coming, Trey knotted a hand into her hair and urged her upright, keeping her back arched like a bow. "Look, baby. Look at them all stroking their c.o.c.ks."

His words had her eyes flipping open in surprise. s.h.i.t, he hadn't been kidding. Each of them stood there fisting and pumping their c.o.c.k. Well, other than Trick he was now being sucked off by Marcus who was stroking his own c.o.c.k at the same time.

"They're imagining it's them f.u.c.king your a.s.s. But they can't have your a.s.s or your p.u.s.s.y, can they?"

"No," she rasped.

"Tell them. Tell them they can't ever f.u.c.k you."

"You can't ever f.u.c.k me."

Using his grip on her hair, he wrenched her head back so he could hold her gaze. "And why can't they, baby?"

"Because I'm yours."

"That's right, you're my all mine. My little b.i.t.c.h. My good girl. My mate. Now bend over, baby, so they can all come all over you." And then he was plunging hard, deep, and fast into her a.s.s, knowing she wanted it, knowing she loved it. Loved it so much she was rearing back to meet his thrusts. "That's it, baby. Make yourself come." Without hesitation, she slid her hand between her legs and found her c.l.i.t. "Scream my name for me when you come. That's right." The combination of feeling how violent her own o.r.g.a.s.m was and hearing her scream his name quickly triggered his own o.r.g.a.s.m. "Son of a b.i.t.c.h!" He watched as his Beta and his enforcers sprayed their c.u.m over her back, panting and shuddering just as much as he was.

"That was the hottest f.u.c.king thing I ever saw," stated Dominic hoa.r.s.ely.

Well if the world's worst pervert hadn't seen anything hotter than that, it must have been pretty d.a.m.n hot, mused Taryn with a smile as her eyes drifted shut.

"Stay there, baby, while we clean you up."

If he thought she was going to object, he was crazy. She couldn't have moved if her life depended on it. Many hands carefully cleaned and ma.s.saged her the movements soothing, relaxing, and reverent. Each of the guys then whispered brief but sincere thanks in her ear, which was followed by either a kiss on the cheek or a kiss to her hair. Depleted, she managed to lift one hand and wave it once. They chuckled apparently they found her fatigued state funny. a.s.ses.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

Well s.h.i.t. Taryn plonked herself on the bathroom stool as utter shock overcame her entire being. Her breaths started coming in short shallow pants and a slight tremor ran through her body. A c.o.c.ktail of emotions swished through her, around her, over her, and she couldn't make any sense of them. A part of her wanted Trey, wanted his arms around her comforting her, but she knew that if she tried to stand her legs wouldn't support her. She also knew that there was a very good chance that comfort wasn't what she would get.

It was her full bladder that had woken her early and made her slip out of Trey's secure hold. As she had stumbled her way into the bathroom still half-asleep, she had found herself frowning as she became aware that something wasn't quite right. Nothing that set off any alarm bells, nothing that was making her wolf agitated or apprehensive. On the contrary, her wolf was extremely content, though maybe a little more on the alert than usual. Still, something was different and it was p.i.s.sing her off enough that Taryn began to snap out of her drowsy state. And then she understood; her scent. It had changed again. For a second she'd wondered if it was something to do with the bonding, but an age old instinct surfaced and told her exactly why it was different. Pregnant. She was pregnant.

Just how the h.e.l.l had that happened? Okay, sure, she knew how, but she had been taking her pills on time, she hadn't missed a single one. The contraceptive pills designed for shifters were a lot stronger than those used by humans and they were 99.9% fool proof. Yeah she realized that wasn't a guarantee, but no one expects to be in the 0.1% do they?

No wonder her wolf was so content. Now that the fog had cleared, Taryn found that she herself was...happy. She had always wanted pups of her own, though she'd never dared hope too strongly that it would ever happen. How could she not be happy to know that growing inside her was a little person who was half her and half the person she loved? Now Trey, on the other hand...there was no telling how he would react.

In a few months he had gone from wanting jack s.h.i.t in terms of relationships to being partially bonded that was a lot for someone like him. He might not feel ready yet. h.e.l.l, given Trey's nature, there was a chance he hadn't pictured ever having any kids. Not that Taryn would have agreed to never have any, but she would have agreed to give him time. It would hurt to find out he didn't want this baby, but that could very well be the case and she knew she had to prepare herself for that mostly so that she could refrain from clawing his eyes out. It was amazing just how protective she was of this unborn life already.

She wasn't sure how long she had sat there planning what she would say and panicking as the right words wouldn't come when she heard Trey call out her name. s.h.i.t. "I'll be out in a sec." Apparently that wasn't good enough for him as he then rose from the bed and began unsteadily making his way to the bathroom.

"Taryn, what's wrong?"

Great, so he had sensed her panic. "Nothing I'm fine." The door swung open and, frowning at her, he stepped inside. Then he halted abruptly as his frown deepened and his nostrils flared. A few seconds later his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. There was no mistaking the smell of a pregnant wolf. She gave him a cautious, wobbly smile. "Hi."

Although Trey had never had a way with words, he had never found himself knocked enough to be speechless. Until now. When he had sensed her anxiety, he had thought that maybe she'd had a nightmare or was worrying herself stupid about the challenge taking place tomorrow what else was going to wake her up in a panic at dumb 'o' clock in the morning? The distinctive change to her scent had hit him immediately as he entered the room, but not harder than his understanding of what that meant.

The sight of his little mate huddled on the stool as if bracing herself for a fierce impact made something in his chest tighten. His reaction, she was bracing herself for his reaction. Her emotions were all over the place, but her primary emotion was happiness. She was happy. Scared and shocked, but happy. And she feared he wouldn't feel the same.

His wolf bucked at the reigns, wanting to be near her, to protect her, to hold her. Wanting the same and knowing he needed to say something, Trey went to her and squatted in front of the stool. "You're pregnant." Oh h.e.l.l, he was getting worse with words if all he could do was state the obvious.

"Yeah. Pregnant. I've been taking my pills but..." She let the sentence trail, shrugging.

"I...I have no idea what to say, baby."

She smiled a little at his apologetic expression. "I don't need you to say anything. I just need to know if you're okay with this. I can't sense anything from you."

"That's probably because I'm numb." Her small smile fell and Trey wanted to kick himself. "No, I don't mean..." He sighed. "Baby, I don't know what I mean." This here and now showed just how much of an unfeeling b.a.s.t.a.r.d he was. He was supposed to be over the f.u.c.king moon, wasn't he? Wasn't this supposed to be one of the top moments of his life? Here was his mate telling him she was pregnant. Pregnant. His mate was pregnant. She was having a baby. His baby. His son or his daughter...And then the surreal quality of the situation cleared and it actually sank in that, s.h.i.t, Taryn was pregnant with his baby.

Slowly he raised his hand and placed it on her stomach. A fierce sense of protectiveness surged through him, stealing his breath. Her half smile returned, but it was forced and shaky. Even as she had a fragile look about her, there was pure steel there. She was ready to kick his a.s.s if he said anything negative. He leaned forward and closed his mouth over hers, kissing her greedily, and suddenly became aware that, hey, he was happy about this. No, more than happy. He was...kind of excited. He rested his forehead against hers as he spoke. "If someone had told me a few months back that I'd soon be mated with a baby on the way, I'd have laughed my f.u.c.king head off. You changed everything, Taryn."

She knew he didn't mean it in a bad way. Still, she couldn't resist teasing him. "Me? This is all me, is it?"

"All you. You've made me want things I never would have expected to want. Things I didn't think were on the cards for me." He ma.s.saged her stomach gently. "Like him."

She arched a brow. "Him? It could be a 'her'."

"I'm not going to be very good at the dad thing. You know that, right?"

Taryn pinned him with a look as she cradled his face in her hands. "You will be. I know you will be."

"Baby, I don't know anything about being a dad mine was an a.s.shole."

"Exactly. Just do everything your dad didn't do."

There was actually logic in that, he thought. He could work with logic. His gaze was drawn again to her flat stomach. So slender. She was so slender and so d.a.m.n small. He didn't see how she could carry a baby inside that body and not snap in half with the strain.

Sensing his fear that she might be hurt, Taryn kissed him softly. "I'll be fine."

"Nothing can happen to you, Taryn," he insisted.

"Nothing will. I'll be fine. We'll be fine."

He scrutinised her face as he asked in a low voice, "How does it feel? To know you hold my sanity in your hands?" If he lost her, if she left his life, his sanity would go right along with her.

She smiled, brushing her nose against his. "Trey, whatever makes you think that you're sane now?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. He nipped her bottom lip then sucked it into his mouth, liking the way her eyes flared with l.u.s.t. She was so responsive it was enough to drive him crazy. He kissed her softly, denying her his tongue just to tease her. "You better be okay, baby, or I swear I'll blister your a.s.s with the palm of my hand."

"Like last night?" Her eyes widened as something occurred to her. "Oh s.h.i.t."

"What?"

"I can't believe our baby was conceived in front of the guys."

He couldn't help smiling. "Something tells me they'll be pleased about that."

"What about everyone else? How do you think they'll feel about the pregnancy?"

"There's only one way to find out."

When half an hour later they stepped, hand in hand, into the kitchen, they were granted their usual brief nods and smiles. Then everyone's nostrils flared, the chatter stopped, and all eyes zoomed in on Taryn.

She knew the pregnancy was an extremely significant thing. For some reason no one had yet been able to explain, wolf shifters couldn't produce their own offspring unless either their Alpha pair or their Beta pair had done so. Nature had really funny ways, in her opinion. Now that Taryn was pregnant, it meant that it was possible for Grace and Rhett or Lydia and Cam to begin their own families, which was probably a lot to do with why all four of those looked absolutely ecstatic.

Dante was the first to react. He jumped to his feet and strolled over to slap Trey on the back. "Congratulations." He quickly kissed her cheek and artfully dodged Trey's subsequent clout. "With his gene pool, he'll be a powerful Alpha." Suddenly they were surrounded by most of the pack, and Lydia and Grace were squealing excitedly.

Tao raised his hand. "I claim bodyguard duty!"

Ryan grunted. "d.a.m.n little s.h.i.t, I was going to do that."

"I'm going to be an uncle," said Dominic excitedly. "If it's a boy, I'll teach him all he needs to know about reeling in women."

Trick snorted. "You mean you'll teach him those dirty lines you're always subjecting us to." He gave Taryn a quick hug and said, "Congratulations, honey."

"Speaking of dirty chat up lines," drawled Dominic as he turned to Taryn, wearing that all too familiar wicked grin. When she shook her head, warning him to keep it to himself, he sighed. "I can't help it. I love your hair, your eyes, and your smile. h.e.l.l, I love every bone in your body. Want to add one more?" As usual, Trey hit him.

"Don't worry about Dom, Taryn." Marcus patted her stomach gently. "I'll teach the little guy in there the art of flirting so that he never has to use those lines."

"I'll teach him how to throw a ball," declared Dante. "And how to drive."

"That's nice and all," said Ryan, "but you know I'm going to be his favorite uncle, right?"

"Um, h.e.l.lo," said Taryn. "The baby could be a 'her', you know." They all gave her sympathetic looks as if they pitied her for even thinking something they perceived to be dumb. She might have scowled at them if, to Taryn's astonishment, the old crone hadn't suddenly approached wearing a genuine smile. Just like that, Trey, Dante, and the enforcers formed a wall in front of her. Oh dear G.o.d, was she going to have to put up with this overprotectiveness for the entire five months of the pregnancy? It certainly looked like it.

"I'm not going to hurt her."

n.o.body moved to let her pa.s.s.

"She and I might not always see eye to eye, but that's my great-grandchild in there."

Their expressions said that wasn't relevant.

Sighing, Taryn hopped up onto the counter behind her. Immediately Trey spun to face her. "Be careful jumping around like that."

Taryn double-blinked. "Oh my G.o.d, you've got to be kidding me. Chill, Flinstone. Grace, I need one of your magical coffees."

"No, no coffee," said Grace. "Caffeine's not good for you during pregnancy." As Grace then rambled on about all the other things Taryn wouldn't be able to drink or eat, she felt her mood plummet.

"You look tired, baby. Want me to take you back to bed?"

She looked at him in sheer disbelief. "No, I don't. None of you get to treat me like an invalid let's just clear that up right now."

"It's great to have some good news for a change," said Brock with a smile. "It's been a long time since I've been around any pups." He turned to Kirk. "Well, son, aren't you going to congratulate our Alphas?"

Kirk said nothing. Just sat next to an equally mute Hope looking kind of...defeated.

"She's pregnant?" hissed Selma. "Oh. Great. Not only are we stuck with her, but we've got Warner blood polluting our pack!"

"Selma," growled Trey, more protective of Taryn than ever before.

"Twelve weeks you said she'd be here! Twelve weeks! Then you try telling us she's your true mate! I've waited for you to see the truth, waited for you to see that you're wrong and she's just fooling you so she can be Alpha fe -"

"You know, Selma," began Taryn, interrupting her mid-rant, "you're behaving like a drug-crazed Terrier trying to catch and chew off its own tail. Seriously, pursuing you're mated Alpha is insane and suicidal. It really is time to get off the 'Selma Gets Whatever She Wants' plane and accept the facts. I am Trey's mate, I am Alpha female here, and you don't have a prayer of changing that. We've got enough things to worry about so stop with your tantrum or I'll have to do what I like to call making my point in a way that no one can misinterpret. Others might refer to it as breaking your f.u.c.king nose."

"That wouldn't be so bad," said Grace, sounding hopeful.

Selma refused to drop the matter. "Trey, how can you not see her for what she really is? Everything was fine here until she came along."

Reminding himself that hitting females wasn't a good thing, Trey released his frustration with a long exhale. "Well if you're so unhappy, feel free to leave. In fact, you're more than welcome to leave with Darryl tomorrow after the challenge. If there's anything left of him. I can't guarantee there will be."

"M-maybe I will l-leave," she replied, seeming to be truly shocked that Trey would choose Taryn over her. Why? "Maybe Hope and I w-will start our own p-pack."

"I never said anything about Hope. If she wants to leave, she can...but it won't be because you bullied her into it."

Predictably, Selma stormed out of the room wearing the scowl from h.e.l.l. For once, Hope didn't follow her, making her loyalties clear. Kirk, too, remained where he was.

Taryn spent the next few hours being fussed over by almost the entire pack. At first, she was feeling pretty d.a.m.n claustrophobic and had fought the urge to bash everybody's skulls in with the cast iron frying pan. But when she was nicely placed on the reclining end of the humungous sofa with a mug of hot milk and a pack of cookies while Marcus ma.s.saged her shoulders and Dominic ma.s.saged her feet, she was thinking it was good to be a pregnant Alpha.

Then Trey had to go and mess it up. "I want you to stay here while I go to meet Lance about the challenge." They had notified her father yesterday via the pack web about the challenge and arranged a meeting for this morning at Mo's Diner.

She sat up straight in the recliner. "Oh h.e.l.l no!"

"Baby, don't fight me on this. You know it's a good idea for you to remain home where you'll be protected."