Moon Child (The Year of the Wolf #2) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,15
could deal with his father’s dominance now?
Sweet fuck, maybe he’d need three dads just to keep him in line.
Rubbing my chin, I muttered, “Okay, I get it. What I don’t get is what this has to do with Sabina’s sister?”
She shrugged. “Me either. But I have to think it’s important. That she’s important. What she can do, it will help Seth. I know it.”
“Seth?” Eli grunted. “Weird kid.”
I snorted at that and declared, “That’s one thing we all agree on for once. That Seth kid? Freaky as fuck.”
Three
Sabina
I woke up with someone’s mouth around my nipple.
Not the worst way to wake up, but I wouldn’t lie—even half dazed with sleep and worry, I always got nervous when someone was sucking on my boobs now.
What if milk did spurt out again?
The last time it had happened, Ethan hadn’t so much as batted an eyelash, but for me? I was still a little squeamish. A lot easily embarrassed.
I knew it was stupid. I knew they’d seen me give birth, had watched me in the worst imaginable states, but the prospect of them licking my nipples during sex and having to taste my milk?
Made me squirm in a way that definitely wasn’t good.
So I did. I squirmed, then I inadvertently parted my legs and let my man in between them.
Eli.
I sighed.
Kali Sara, I loved the way he touched me, held me. It was like I was a precious gem, a jewel to be protected and cosseted at all times, but equally to be rough with. I was the doll that was looked after, that was loved and played with, but I wasn’t the porcelain one that was put on a high shelf for nobody to touch.
If anything, I figured he was the one finding it harder to constrain himself.
There was a pack ritual after birth. The six weeks a human would have to wait to have sex were multiplied by two and a half to fifteen, so none of us had been getting any for fifteen goddamn weeks during the so called ‘milk moon’.
I was seriously starting to feel the pinch.
I figured it was a genius move though, because during that time, I’d had to focus on Knight, on the pack, and on sleeping, without having to worry about their needs or mine. Now that I was moving out of the dazed stages of early motherhood, I was definitely getting horny.
“Remind me, again, why we have to wait another week to fuck?” I rumbled, my hands sliding through his hair, the nails dragging over his skull in the way I knew he loved.
I felt his wolf keen inside my mind, and my eyes almost rolled back in my head at the sound.
The wolf barely came out to party, so when it did, it was always a trigger that got my juices flowing.
Beside me, Austin and Ethan groaned at the sudden tang of my arousal in the air, and it was almost amusing how that never, ever embarrassed me, but the thought of a little bit of milk on their tongue? Yeah, it had my cheeks turning bright pink.
Amused at myself, even as I was horny as hell, I tuned into Eli’s grumble, “It’s to give you time to heal.”
“Shifters heal faster—”
“I know we do,” he said on a sigh, his tongue fluttering around the bud, which was so much darker and, I guess the word was ‘fuller’ than it had been before Knight.
My whole body had changed during pregnancy, and it was completely different than the first time when I’d been a teenager.
Even though I’d shed the baby weight quite quickly, my shape was just different now. I was actually happy with the changes, and I knew my men were too, if the way they looked at me was anything to go by.
In all honesty, I knew this last week was going to be the hardest. I’d already noticed that the longer this milk moon went on, the more Ethan and Austin bickered, and Eli was walking around with a scowl most of the time.
Apparently, sex cheered my men up!
Who’d a thunk it?
My lips curved at the thought, until they all grumbled in my head, telling me I’d projected my amusement onto them.
Well, I couldn’t help it.
It was their silly tradition, not mine. The second I’d been healed, I’d been ready to ride them, but nope. They wouldn’t have it.
I’d even thought they were joking at first, until I’d learned they weren’t.