the ridged lines of his abdomen. God, her mate revved her motor. “Sex could make the babies come out,” she said, kissing his throat.
Shuddering, he began to slide his hand up to cup her breast, then suddenly blinked and shook his head. “You just made that up.” It was a narrow-eyed accusation.
Baring her teeth at him, she began to undo the buttons of his shirt while he was distracted. “Your children are driving me crazy.” Changeling multiple pregnancies never went full-term. Never.
Apparently, the pupcubs hadn’t got that memo.
“Is that how it’s going to be? They’ll be my children each time they’re naughty?”
“Of course.” Pushing off Riley’s shirt, she kneaded at his muscular shoulders in bone-deep pleasure, a purr building inside her. “My children will be angels,” she said when they both knew she was the one who’d brought in the hellion genes. Then again, the Kincaid family did boast Drew. “Though, the kidlets have given me spectacular breasts.”
Riley’s gaze fell, his breath catching. “Your breasts were always spectacular.”
Sinking her teeth into her lower lip, she crooked a finger. “Come kiss me.”
Her mate didn’t try to resist. He shifted to cup the side of her face with one big, rough-skinned hand and then his lips were on hers and her entire body was aching for him. When he slid that hand down to touch her heavy breasts, her purr turned into a moan.
Those breasts were a pain in the ass when she wanted to run patrol—not that she’d been able to do that after her balance became that of a drunken goat—but she had to admit they were kind of fun. Especially when Riley did that. Shuddering as he just pushed down one shoulder of her loose top and the bra cup on that side to replace his hand with his mouth, she wove her fingers into his hair and held on for the ride.
Thank the heavens the cabin was deep in DarkRiver territory and surrounded by the forest, giving them endless privacy—because Mercy did not want to move right now.
“God,” she whispered huskily at some point after Riley had stripped off her top and bra to leave her clad only in a pair of shorts. “Wolves have all the moves.”
He chuckled, his pupils surrounded by a ring of wolfish amber when he looked up to meet her gaze before he claimed her lips in a possessive kiss that made her squirm. “I want you inside me,” she said, her hands fisted in his hair.
He grazed the side of her breast with his claws. “Be good, kitty cat.” A nip of her lip. “You’re—”
“Pregnant and in full pounce-on-my-mate mode.” Changelings were known to be sexually active all the way through a pregnancy, but her overprotective mate had been obdurate this past week, worried about causing inadvertent harm to her or the pupcubs. “I hurt from missing you.”
Yes, she was shameless.
A growl rumbled in his chest. “You can’t play me that easily anymore.”
Nipples aching from the vibration, she petted his nape exactly how he liked . . . then smiled her most sinful smile. “If I could reach over my belly, I’d take care of it myself.”
His eyes heated. “Witch.”
“Your witch. Now be with me before I die from want.” She petted his amazing shoulders, his incredible chest. His body made her want to bite and claw and climb all over him.
“Mercy, what if—”
Hearing the worry in his tone, she ran her fingers through his hair and stopped playing to hold his gaze. “Nothing will go wrong.” They were no longer talking about sex. “I’m as healthy as an ox and so are the pupcubs.”
Her mate had lost his parents, all but raised his siblings, then had his sister kidnapped and tortured by a monster. As for Drew, the damn blue-eyed wolf kept getting shot! The fact that Brenna was healed and happy and Drew had promised not to get shot again didn’t erase the scars her mate carried on that huge heart of his.
Stroking her hands down to cradle his face, she spoke to wolf and man both. “Any sign of a problem and I’ll be at the healer’s.” She let him see her sincerity, feel it through their mating bond. “I’m awful at being pregnant, but I want to be a mom so bad, Riley, and I want to see you being a dad. I’m not going to put that at risk, no matter what.”
He took a shaky breath, bending to press his forehead against hers. “I know. I just