“I love you so damn much, little bird,” he declares after wrapping me in a fluffy blue towel. “No one will ever hurt you again.” That isn’t quite possible with his being a member of the Dark Leopards, but I’m certain he’ll do everything in his power to make it our truth.
“I love you, too, Haught Ackerman. All of you.” He sweeps me into a passion-filled kiss and I free-fall into all that is my mate.
361
Hacker
“There were no signs of assault,” Doc says when he steps from our room after examining Lark. “There seems to be no internal trauma, and the bruises should heal in time. She’ll, of course, be sore and stiff for a little while, but that is perfectly normal, as you know. If she needs help dealing with what happened, I have someone I trust that can help her.”
“Thanks, Doc, ‘preciate it,” we shake hands and say our goodbyes.
That was a month ago. Hearing that my little bird wasn’t sexually assaulted removed an enormous weight from my chest. Leading the life I do, I’m not unfamiliar with women being attacked by assholes who think they’re entitled to it, but I’ve also seen first hand how difficult it can be to overcome the emotional upheaval that comes with it. It’s the last thing I want for any woman, much less my wife, my mate.
“What’s gotten you so broody,” Lark frowns as she walks into my office at the clubhouse. Her bruises are gone and the haunted look in her eyes has all but disappeared. The nightmares have almost left her, and the bags under her eyes they caused are nowhere to be seen. She’s even more beautiful than when we first met, her long and wavy copper-red hair, now my new favorite shade, shining under the lighting. I’m a lucky son of a bitch.
“Nothing a quickie from my wife can’t fix,” I grin as she makes her way over to me.
“You’re never quick,” she giggles while straddling my lap, her core directly over my swelling shaft.
“Complaining?” I nip along her neck, down to the swell of her breasts. Her tight little sweater hugs her in all the right places, and I am left envisioning the smooth, delicate ivory skin that lies beneath.
Wrapping her dainty arms around my shoulders, she leans closer, her ample breasts in my face an offering I can’t refuse. Sliding my hands under her shirt, I pull it up over them and dip my thumbs into the cups of her bra and set those delicious globes free.
“Mmm,” she moans when I roughly suck a nipple into my mouth. She tastes like every one of my favorite desserts wrapped into one, and I’ve come to crave the flavor.
Tired of clothing getting in my way, I deftly remove her shirt and bra, throwing them haphazardly away from us, and rise with her from my chair. Setting her on her feet, I spin her around to face the desk and push her flat against the top.
“Strip,” I demand and she complies while I lower my own jeans. Thank fuck I didn’t bother with boxers. Seeing her bare in offering to me, has me harder than ever. Running a finger down her spine sends goosebumps over her beautiful skin and my leopard purrs in appreciation. “Tell me you remembered.”
“It’s locked,” says over her shoulder, face flushed and green eyes glowing brightly with arousal.
“Good girl,” I praise, reaching between her legs and finding her wet and swollen.
“Please,” she purrs, her thrusting hips taking advantage of my fingers on her clit.
“Mine.” I take her in one swift motion, filling her completely with as much of me as she can take. “My. Mate. My. Wife. My. Little bird,” I punctuate with each powerful thrust inside her. Her moans and gasps build until she’s begging for relief, but I’m not ready to give it to her just yet.
“Please,” she whimpers, her primed inner muscles clench harder each time I piston inside her slick core and I fuckin’ love every tight squeeze she gives me; my leopard thrives on it.
“Want my babies inside you,” I slap her ass with a growl.
“Unh,” Larken moans loudly.
“You want my babies, don’t you?” I smack her other cheek and receive a grateful yes in return. “What’s that?” I repeat the motion, smacking both cheeks this time.
“Yes, please!” Filled with the image of her swollen with our young, I hurry my pace and find her clit. Pinching it with a slight twist, I send her over the edge into bliss, my own release following hers.
Thrusting slowly as I continue to release inside her pulsing heat, I close my eyes in primal satisfaction. “They’re ours now,” my inner animal roars in delight. Ours?
“You can carry me to bed now,” my little bird murmurs sleepily with her eyes closed.
Sliding out of her, I put myself back together and pull us chest to chest, kissing her softly. “You’re my life.” Her satisfied expression turns soft as she holds my gaze.
“We,” she corrects.
Ours.
“We?” I repeat in confusion, just as a strange new scent fills my nostrils. It smells like her, only different.
I watch as she takes my arms from around her waist and places my palms on her flat, bare stomach. Realization setting in, I jerk my eyes to hers.
“You did say you wanted me swollen with your babies,” she giggles and an enormous grin sweeps over my face.
“Fuck, yeah,” I growl, lifting her by the thighs and wrapping them around my hips. “I want you pregnant all the time.” I move us to the door and unlock it with one hand.
“Where are we going?”
“To bed. I’m going to worship you until I can’t fucking see straight.”
“Haught!” she slaps my shoulder. “I’m not dressed,” she argues as I open the door.
“Don’t fuckin’ care. Need you again.” I hurry from the office, kicking the door shut as I kiss the mother
