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His fingers tightened and loosened over and over, and when his moans turned to more frustration than pleasure, I slid my free hand around his thigh and up to his ass. I moved two fingers into his crack, and when I found a slick opening, I didn’t even hesitate to push my fingers in. I found his prostate immediately, and Asher moaned loudly at the same time his fingers tightened in my hair.

He thrust his hips three more times before he screamed my name and my mouth was flooded with his cum. I moaned at the taste, and that, combined with everything else, made my own orgasm slam through me, and I came on the floor between us. Moments later, Asher pulled his hips back and his cock free from my mouth. I looked up at my mate, meeting dark blue eyes that were filled with both desire and satisfaction. I gently pulled my fingers free and then carefully stood in front of my mate.

On my way up, our cocks bumped, and Asher seemed to realize that I’d come already, and he looked up at me in question.

“I took care of myself the same time I pleasured you.”

“But…we…I would have liked to have done that to you.”

I leaned down and kissed first his forehead, then his nose, followed by a quick peck on his lips. “You are more than welcome to do that to me anytime. Let’s feed you first, and then we can break in our new bed. Does that sound good?”

Asher’s eyes lit up in agreement. We quickly washed parts that needed to be cleaned and then left the shower to dry off. Once our bodies were dry and we were dressed in comfortable clothes, we set off for the kitchen. It was time to introduce my mate to pizza.

Chapter 12

Asher

April

Irubbed my rounded stomach as I waddled—yes, waddled—through the house. Calum and I were supposed to be going to his dads’ house for a family dinner, but I wasn’t so sure I was going to make it. I was restless, and my omega line was most definitely opening. I just needed to find my mate. He was here somewhere, but where?

I reached out through our bond and had to smile. He was in his fox form, running outside. I couldn’t believe he did that while I was napping on the couch, but sure enough, he was outside.

“Calum?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I’m in labor.”

I gasped and covered my mouth, even though he couldn’t actually see me. But I knew he had just stumbled and rolled over on himself when I’d told him that.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. My omega line is opening, and I’m in labor. Are you far away? Do you need me to bring you back?”

“I’m just down the street. I’ll be there within a couple of minutes.”

“Perfect. I’ll sit and wait.”

To be honest, what else was I supposed to do? My mate was out running around in his fox form. My omega line was opening, and I was most certainly experiencing contractions. They weren’t bad yet, but they had pretty much just started. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be in labor, but I was curious to know when our little fox kit would be here. I was thrilled to be giving my mate a little fox, and he was beyond excited to be having a daughter.

“Sweetheart? Are you all right? I’m coming up to the house now. I’ll be on the back deck in seconds.”

“I’m fine. Truly.”

I rubbed my stomach again and started toward the back door.

“I shouldn’t have left you. You seemed so at peace for a change. I guess that should have been my indicator that something was about to happen.”

I rolled my eyes as I saw a blur of red leap up onto the back deck. I opened the door, and in came Calum. I carefully knelt down and reached for my mate. I loved it when he was in his fox form. He was soft and fluffy, and his tail was extra bushy. He’d told me more than once that it was actually called a bush and not a tail, but to me, it was still a tail.

“You’re so handsome in this form. I prefer you in the other one, but this one is nice to cuddle and nap with too.”

Calum humored me for a moment, and I rubbed behind his ears like he enjoyed so much, but after what felt like too short of a time, he moved away, and I watched as he shifted back to his human half.

“You shouldn’t be on the floor, sweetheart,” he said, reaching for me. I was about to argue, but when he started to help me stand, a huge gush of fluid rushed down my legs, soaking my sweatpants and leaving a puddle on the floor.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. Should we call Dr. King?”