Oh yes, that’s wonderful. Divine. I don’t think anything is better than this.
Okay, maybe sex. Sex with Zeke is much better than this. But this is a very close second.
I turn my head to look at my mate. If it was possible to smile, I would be grinning from ear to ear. Zeke has started keeping his true face on display when it’s just the two of us at home. I still think that Ray and Page wouldn’t mind it, but baby steps. I’m just happy he’s comfortable enough to have his glamor down when I’m around. He’s taken strides at accepting himself and it’s been wonderful to see. I’m so proud of him.
Cooper eventually got back to me about everything I needed to know about banshees. Even though Zeke had already shared his true face with me and his special diet, it was nice to read up about banshees. I want to know everything I can, especially if the little one growing inside of me happens to be a banshee. I’ve also read up about banshee mating seasons and let me just say, I cannot wait to experience a week of hot and sweaty sex where Zeke’s instincts are trying to breed.
Oh lord, I’m getting horny again.
I shift out of my lion skin, still laying across Zeke’s lap. I flip over onto my back so I can give him a grin, pointedly looking down at my erection which is tenting the front of my sweats.
“Oh? Did you need something?”
I hum. “Yes, please. Could I get a hand?”
Zeke snorts in amusement before running a single finger over my erection. I moan, long and low and completely unabashed. What a fucking tease! I am carrying his child! How dare he tease me!
“Oh, don’t give me that look, baby, you know I’ll make you come. Let me play a little first.”
His hand moves away from my erection and I whimper in frustration. Sure, we’ve just started but I’m horny and pregnant and want to come. I should be able to get my way while being pregnant!
“You’re such a pillow prince now that you’re pregnant. Just because you’re round with my child doesn’t mean you get to be a brat.”
I stick my tongue out at him. How dare he call me a brat! He’s the one who made me this horny, it’s his job as my mate to take care of it.
That’s the story and I’m sticking to it!
“Please? Pretty please with sugar on top? You wouldn’t want your poor, pregnant mate to be needy when you can fix that, right?” I stick out my bottom lip and bat my lashes at him until he’s finally cracking.
“Fine. Get naked and get in bed.”
“Fuck yes!” I scramble out of my mate’s lap, running into the bedroom. I almost trip as I tug my pants down, but just barely keep myself from falling over. As quickly as I can, I get my clothes tossed off before leaping onto the bed on my hands and knees.
I stick my hips up into the air, putting my head on my pillow, arching my back as prettily as possible. Do I look like a desperate slut? Probably. Do I care even a little bit? Not if it gets me what I want.
“Jesus,” Zeke hisses out as he steps into the bedroom. “Fuck, baby. You have no idea how sexy you look right now.”
“Then quit looking and start doing,” I say, not trying to disguise the desperation in my voice. “Need you. Please.”
“I’ve got you,” he says and a moment later I feel the bed dip behind me. Anticipation runs through me and I dig my fingers into the sheets beneath me. I wiggle my ass back and forth, trying to tempt my mate further.
A slap sounds in the room followed by a low groan of pleasure. Oh. Okay. I’ve never been spanked before but I won’t lie, that felt really good. My hips somehow lift even further and Zeke chuckles.
“Get on with it already,” I start to say, my words cut off by a noise of surprise as Zeke pulls apart my cheeks and something wet and warm slides over my hole.
Oh my gods. Oh my gods.
Zeke licks over my hole over and over, teasing me until my hips are shifting against his face, riding that amazingly talented tongue. Fuck, I love that his tongue is longer and more dexterous than a human tongue. He might still be learning to accept everything that comes with being a banshee, but I fucking love every little difference.
Without my permission, I’m making barely there whimpers of pleasure. My body breaks out into goosebumps and my cock hangs hard and heavy between my legs.
“Please. Please, Zeke. More. I need more.”
Zeke pushes two fingers into my ass and the stretch is downright divine, exactly what I needed. I whine, pushing back against his fingers, fucking myself on his long digits. It’s the perfect tease, but I want more. Gods, I feel so greedy for it, wanting nothing less than my mate’s cock stretching me wide.
“Gods,” Zeke says, leaning back on his heels. He kisses my ass cheek. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby. Dripping down the back of your thighs just from my fingers.”
I groan, long and low, biting down on my pillow for a moment as I fuck back on my mate’s fingers. I look over my shoulder, finding him staring down where his fingers are disappearing inside of me. With his glamor off, his eyes somehow look even hungrier than usual. My stomach flutters with how much I want him, how much I fucking crave him, how much I need him.
“Please. Fuck me.”
“I am, baby.”
“Fuck me with your cock.”
Zeke pulls his fingers free. Before I can start cussing him out for leaving me empty, he’s pushing at my hip, guiding me onto my back. I flip over with a huff, opening my thighs wide for him. He’s still completely clothed, his jeans pulled open enough for his cock to be free. Gods, why the fuck is that so hot? It really shouldn’t be this hot to be naked while he’s almost completely covered.
“Please. Come on.”
Zeke gives me a smirk as he puts his cock against my own. He wraps his hand around them both, stroking us together. It feels good. So good. I don’t know what it is about being pregnant but everything is more sensitive. I moan in pleasure, lightning bolts running down my spine at the sensation.
“There we go. That feels good, doesn’t it?”
“So good,” I confess breathlessly. “But want more. Please.”
“You could come from this, couldn’t you? Isn’t this enough, baby?”
I whimper in frustration because he’s right. I absolutely could come just from this. I could cover my swollen belly with my cum so easily. “It wouldn’t feel as good,” I tell him with a pout. “Feels better when you’re inside me. Please, Zeke.”
