Inevitably Yours

MICHAEL

Nic paced back in forth in front of my desk, angrily slipping between Spanish and English as she ranted about Stephen. Diane was in one arm while her other waved through the air, helping to accentuate her frustrated rant.

“First, he needs beauty rest while I push out a baby….”

“Hijo de perra!”

“Can’t even buy a box of diapers….”

Diane was only a few weeks old, and we still hadn’t seen Stephen once. Nic called him the afternoon following Diane’s birth, but he claimed something came up at his pack. He was supposed to start coming to see his child a couple of days a week, and each time had found a reason not to come. She even cried on the night that I took Adi to her dance, but I chalked that up to the hormones.

“Maybe you should let me hold Diane,” I stopped her.

“Sure! You are more of a father to her than he is! I mean the nerve!” she started again, handing the pup to me over my desk. I took the little girl and settled her against me so her mother could vent some more.

After another ten minutes or so of angry rambling, she finally flopped down into the chair and concluded, “I need to punch someone.”

“I can’t make the crusty c**k bag come to see his pup, but I can help you with that,” I smiled at her. She looked at Diane in my arms, her face falling.

“She is going to ask me one day why her father isn’t around and why he doesn’t want her,” she whispered, her l*p quivering. s**t, she was dumping after her rage. She was so wound up that her mood was constantly jumping still. “What am I supposed to tell her? Who wouldn’t want their pup? I can’t even fathom leaving the packhouse without her.”

“You both have Quinn and me, not to mention Junior loves his Aunty Nic and cousin Diane,” I reassured her. Nic’s eyes closed as she let out a shaky laugh. “Okay, maybe he’s still adjusting to her.” When we introduced Junior to Diane a few days after she was born, he smacked her in the face. It didn’t seem like a mean smack, but he hadn’t warmed up to her just yet.

“Michael! Michael!” Quinn shouted from the hallway. She came running in with Junior. “Michael, he said it!” We both looked at her, confused. “Say it, bubba. Say ‘mama.’ Say it!” she cheered him on. Junior twisted to look at me.

“Dada,” he said, reaching one hand out to me. A smile automatically came to my face. Then he turned back to Q and touched her face. “Mamamamama,” he babbled.

Quinn rose up on her toes, her excitement blooming. “See!” she squealed. “I’m mama! Yes, mama!” She shook Junior’s little fist cheerfully. Her excitement was a tad infectious and downright adorable. I was excited for her as she had been waiting so long to hear that word.

Nic raised her arm and pointed at them. “That is the f*****g energy Diane deserves!” she started to cry.

“Oh, s**t, I should have waited, shouldn’t I?” Quinn linked me, her face immediately dropping.

“Take Diane for me? I’m gonna take Nic to work out, see if I can get her out of the funk,” I asked her. Quinn nodded, hurrying toward me. I met her on the other side of my desk to transfer Diane into her arms. With Junior on one h*p and Diane cradled on the other, she stirred something deep in me. I wanted her to put those pups down so I could bend her over my desk, but my best friend needed me.

“Come on,” I cleared my throat. “Let’s go punch someone.”

–

When we came back inside from a very long workout, Quinn had both pups in the kitchen with her and Judy. Judy was showing her something at the stove. Diane was in the baby backpack on her back while Junior sat in a highchair making a mess of something. I came over and kissed his head; he reached for me with gooey hands. Nic came over and licked his finger, “Mmm. Strawberries and bananas,” she smiled.

“Pass,” I laughed. I loved my pup, but I wasn’t going to lick mushy food from his baby hands. “That’s probably the bravest thing you’ve ever done.”

“You guys hungry?” Quinn called from the stove.

“Work hard! Eat good!” Judy added.

“How’s my girl?” Nic asked, going over to Quinn. Nic was in a much better mood now, thankfully. I found the paper towels and started cleaning up Junior, which he did not appreciate. Once I had him less sticky, I picked him up. He clapped and smiled at me.

“You see those girls over there,” I pointed at Quinn, Nic, Judy, and Diane. “They are mighty important. That mom of yours, well, she’s gonna have me wanting to make about 20 of you if I’m not careful.” Junior had no clue what I was saying; he just yawned and laid his head on my shoulder.

“I’m going to put this one down,” I told the ladies. They barely acknowledged me. I took Junior upstairs and to his room. He was starting to sleep through the night and in his actual crib more and more. I laid him down, then grabbed a baby wipe to get the remaining food from his hands. Once he was clean, I slipped his pacifier in his mouth and then backed out of the room.

I smelled something heavenly as I hit the bottom of the stairs. Returning to the kitchen, I found Quinn setting down dishes on the table. “We made bulgogi,” she smiled. My mouth watered at the food and my mate.

“I can’t decide if I want to eat that or you,” I teased her. Her face reddened.

“Eat,” she said breathily. “You’ll feel better.”

“Instead of eating your magic food, I could just eat the source,” I suggested, coming behind her. I grabbed her h**s, grinding into her just slightly.

I could smell that I wasn’t the only one ready for Quinn to be my main course instead of what she’d made with Judy. Nic and Judy froze, a knowing smile on Nic’s face.

“Go, you two,” she giggled, rolling her eyes as she reached for the plates set for us. “I’ll wrap these up for you and keep an ear out for Junior.”

That was all the permission I needed to get me off the hook, “Thanks, Nic!” I spun Quinn around, causing her to squeal loudly as I dropped to one knee and folded her waist over my shoulder before standing up. “I’m sure dinner is great, Judy. Thanks for helping make it!”

“Go take care of Luna Mommy, food be here later,” Judy said, waiving us out dismissively.

“Michael, put me down!” she protested, slapping my a*s as she giggled. For a second, I paused as I tried to figure out where to take her. Then a thought entered my mind, and I turned away from our stairway and took her out the front door instead.

“Where are you taking me?” Quinn yelled as the front door slammed behind us.

“You’ll see,” I growled, slapping her a*s hard in return for her protests inside and biting the outside of her thigh. She squirmed in my arms, but I held her firmly over my shoulder as I turned toward the blessing grounds. I intended to take my time and enjoy my meal.

We broke through the trees, and I walked directly toward the altar. Quinn’s scent was driving me insane, and I could not wait to taste what was mine. I set Quinn gently in front of me on the hard platform and dropped to my knees in front of her.

“Why are we out here?” she asked, looking around us nervously. “This is where we ask for the blessing of our GODDESS!”

I looked up into her face as my hands found her waistband on either side of her h**s, her legs resting on my shoulders, “The Goddess can watch as I worship what’s mine.”

I was done waiting; I ripped her shorts and panties above my head to her knees. She pulled one of her legs free, letting her shorts fall off the other foot to the ground. Using her h**s, I pulled Quinn towards my mouth and let my tongue sink deeply into her as she cried out.

“Mmmmm,” I rumbled into her p***y as I savored every drop of her desire. The sound made her try to squirm away, but I held her h**s in my hands and wouldn’t let her move as my tongue ran upwards to find her clit. I used my hold to rock her back and forth, keeping my tongue still as I rubbed her up and down it while her m***s grew louder. I felt her tightening around my tongue each time it dipped into her. Picking up the speed, I brought Quinn closer to her first finish of the evening.

I felt her thighs squeezing my ears as her toes curled and cracked behind my back, so I let go of her h*p with my right hand, reached under my mouth, and slid two fingers inside her as I focused on her clit. Her a*s lifted off the altar in front of me as she reached down for my hair, grabbed a handful, and ground herself onto my mouth while she crushed my fingers.

I didn’t stop until she begged me to, trying to push herself away from my mouth when she absolutely couldn’t take it anymore.

“Goddess… please f**k me, Michael!” she panted from above me as she tried to pry my mouth from her sensitive nub. I gave it one last k**s as I stood and gave Quinn what she asked for. With her legs straight and resting upon my shoulders, I dropped my shorts to the ground and rubbed my head up and down her slit. She wriggled underneath me, trying to guide me in as she bit her l*p in frustration. Finished teasing her; the next time I rubbed down to her entrance, I slammed my h**s forward and buried myself to the hilt inside of her as she gasped. I drank in the expression on her face as her eyes rolled back from the sensation.

I let one of her legs fall but left the other on my shoulder as I drove myself in and out of her, pounding my pelvis into hers with each stroke.

“c*m for me,” I growled, reaching down for her throat and closing my hand around it. My fingers were on either side of her neck, keeping the b***d from traveling to her brain as I kept her throat safe.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered from my grasp. “I’m so close.”

I took her to the edge of consciousness before letting up, and as soon as she’d recovered, I closed my hand tighter again. I could feel her clamping down on my c**k, and there was no way I could hold back much longer.

“I said c*m for me,” I demanded. This time, Quinn couldn’t speak. Her only response was shaking her head yes profusely, as much as she could with my hand clamped to her throat.

That was it, I felt the dam spill over, and I exploded into my mate. Each time she clamped down on my shaft, I came until it felt like I’d never stop, and it was leaking out of her around me. Eventually, my c**k stopped twitching, and we were left a panting mess on the altar.

Looking down at her, I took my hand from her throat and leaned over to k**s her deeply. As I pulled back, I realized her hair was shimmering blue, and her eyes matched.

“Maybe the Goddess approves after all,” I laughed as I marveled at the woman I’d spend the rest of my life with. I couldn’t have been more blessed, no matter the trouble we would face.