I Dated a Mob Wolf by Viola Grace
Chapter Twelve
Etgar was nuzzling her neck and cheek when they arrived back at his home. It was a pretty quick commute if you had your own ferry.
When the guys stopped and opened the car door for them, Etgar got out carefully and set her on her feet. He kissed her softly and smiled. “Ready to go in?”
“Yup.”
He murmured, “Me, too.”
She blinked, turned, and stroked his cheek. “Perv.”
He laughed, and they headed in to see a robed Lady Daycross confronting them in the front room. “Why are you coming in so late? I have been getting calls from Helen, and she was panicked. She needed to talk to you, Etgar.”
Vallu smiled. “You won’t be getting many calls from her. She and her husband have confessed to putting every murderer in the city on my trail.”
“What?” She was astonished. “How is the baby?”
“Surprisingly fine. Apparently, I associate with a better class of killer than those who put the hit on me.” She yawned. “Now, if you will excuse me, I want to get to bed.”
Lady Daycross smiled. “Perhaps a brandy to chat about this evening’s events? I confess to curiosity.”
“Are you offering me brandy, Lady Daycross?” Vallu pinched the bridge of her nose.
“A little won’t hurt the baby.” Lady Daycross waved off the concern.
Vallu stepped forward, grabbed her soon-to-be mother-in-law by the neck, and held her in the air. “Now, just so we are clear. Alcohol will make me vomit. Excessive baked goods will make me vomit. Sushi I am just supposed to avoid. So, if we are having dinner at any time and there is an ingredient in the food that I find objectionable. I will vomit on you. Directly and until you stop trying to assert yourself this way. I am not human, I don’t play at being human, and I am marrying your son. So, if you thought to put the nursery near your room, we are going to have words. Short words. Four letters.”
Vallu lowered her to her feet. The lady staggered back as Vallu let her go. “Etgar, did you see what she did to me?”
“I did. She restrained herself rather well. Hurting her will injure your grandchild, so if you don’t want to find yourself in the dower house, you will hide the traces of the build going on in the room next to yours. Even if a disaster happens and Vallu doesn’t make it through delivery, the child is mine, and it will sleep in the room next to me, not you.”
Vallu felt a surge of heat through her body, and she looked at him. His defending his claim on their baby was super sexy.
She sighed. “Well, I am going to head to bed, so I will see you tomorrow.”
She took a few steps, and the cook slid into the room. He nodded. “Miss Vallu, what would you like for breakfast tomorrow?”
She bit her lip. “Scrambled eggs, bacon sausage, fruit salad, cucumber salad, and some buns or toast. Breakfast tea for me, coffee or what they like for everyone else.”
He nodded and grinned. “What time do you plan to rise?”
She looked over to Etgar. “What time are you getting up?”
He chuckled. “Between five and seven. We will have breakfast at eight-thirty.”
“Right. Is that good?”
The chef nodded. “So, a variety for everyone else, high protein and vegetable for you. Got it. Easy. Welcome to the house, Miss Vallu.”
“Thank you. Basically, food requirements are standard for meals I am at. No booze in anything and low starch.”
“Simple.” He smiled. “If I had known, I would have been able to accommodate you earlier.”
“It’s fine. New arrival, fresh start.” She felt a slow throb through her body. “And I am done for the evening. Four dead people in my house and another ten in the neighbourhood can really take it out of you.”
Lady Daycross frowned. “Wait, you mean Helen sent the hitmen?”
Etgar nodded. “She holds a grudge because her daughter died of cancer, and Vallu didn’t kill herself keeping her alive.”
Lady Daycross looked at Vallu’s belly. “She tried to kill my grandchild?”
Vallu nodded. “They were the ones who shot at me on the street when I was talking to Etgar. Wow. Yesterday.”
“She shot my son!” The lady’s eyes went red, and there was a humming.
Etgar grabbed Vallu. “Get down.”
The staff all hit the floor as a narrow beam of energy swung out while the lady staggered outdoors and shrieked to the sky.
Vallu looked at Etgar on the floor. “Whoa.”
“Yeah. I am not worried about you two fighting. We have a good contractor and paint crew.”
Lady Daycross was still red-faced and breathing heavily when Vallu had an idea. She got up and walked over, taking a hand and put it against her belly. “It started moving today.”
The eyes cleared, and the other hand pressed to feel the flutter. “Oh, hello, baby. I am your grandma. Nana. Granny.”
Vallu offered, “Deedee?”
“Oh, I like that. Deedee.” She looked up at Vallu. “Thank you. You have a knack for calming members of my family.”
“And now, I am heading to bed. My belly will be available for petting when I indicate that there is movement.” She smiled. “Oh, my niece will be a frequent visitor. Her father is a peacekeeper, but Liironia is horse crazy.”
“Etgar used to ride a lot.” She was wistful.
“He’s about to have a relapse.”
Lady Daycross smiled. “Really?”
“Really. I can’t ride with her. Someone has to.”
If the lady had a tail, it would be wagging.
Exhausted by the day, Vallu headed up the stairs while Etgar gave his mother a briefing. The Leothorns were about to have a very bad time.
The markings on the wall next to the lady’s home made her smile. Vallu looked in the guestroom next to Etgar’s suite, and she smiled. For now, it would be an adjoining door, then a soundproofed wall when the child was older. Perhaps one of the other rooms would be made up to their specs a little bit down the hall. Vallu didn’t like the idea of traumatizing her children with screams, even if they were fun ones.
She paused. She had just thought of more than one. How strange. But, with her preferred sperm donor in her bed, it wasn’t a logistical nightmare.
Vallu entered the master bedroom, and there was a neatly wrapped parcel on the bed. She took a look and blinked. He hadn’t been kidding. The sheets from the previous night and day were wrapped up to calm him down. They were... aromatic. Her enhanced senses caused a silent riot, and she stepped away to lick her lips and look around.
She checked the wardrobe and smiled at the silvery fabric of a negligee. She changed quickly, got out of the heels that brought her up to Etgar’s shoulder height, and sighed as she flicked her panties off before they got damper than normal around him.
She slipped on the silvery robe, moved the folded sheets to the bedside table, and curled up on the bed, on top of the covers. She dozed, and when a warm hand cupped her thigh, she smiled and opened her eyes.
He had removed his own clothes, and he said, “I believe you said it was a pity that I had proposed at the end of our time together.”
He looked at her finger and said, “Where’s your ring?”
She bit her lip. “I hid it.”
He looked around with a frown. “Where, I can’t pick it out. Wait... I can just catch a hint of it.” He rolled her to her back.
She smiled as he kissed her, and she said, “I am not used to games, so if I have gone too far, I will just retrieve it, and we can pretend it never happened.”
“Oh, I like the challenge of finding it. I suspect that I know where it would be, but I am going to take my own sweet time finding it.” He grinned. “My fiancée.”
She felt her cheeks heat, but her body throbbed lightly. He was having fun but not mindless. Not yet.
He kissed her and moved over her, stroking one hand down her body in a slow frisk. He leaned to the other side and did the same slow stroke. “Hmm. Not there. In fact. Nothing is. Wait a minute.” He grinned and moved to her feet, sliding her gown up and up until the hem was just below her crotch.
She felt the pulse in her body speed up, and he nuzzled her inner thighs. He had her legs pinned together, so as he ran his face across her thighs, she tried to widen them, but there was nowhere to go.
“It smells like it could be here, but I think if I get you a little slicker, it would just come out on its own.”
She shivered as he went up on his heels and eased the robe and the straps of her gown off her shoulders. Her breasts were exposed, and he started there with his fingers slowly sliding between her thighs and his lips working her nipples, plucking, his tongue lapping and sucking softly before he moved to the next. He went back and forth for some time before he sighed, “No. Nothing. I believe that you mentioned sniffing me.”
Vallu blushed. “Would denials work here?”
“No, I have wanted to test this; let’s find out.”
He kissed her hard, twisting his tongue with hers. She whimpered and held his head as she started rocking her hips against his hand.
“Still not quite. Breathe me in.”
She grimaced and pressed her face against his skin, inhaling deeply. Like she always did, she got embarrassingly slick. She felt her body surge, felt his fingers flex, and he held up the ring he had just put on her finger that afternoon. “Found it.”
He popped it in his mouth and swirled it around before removing it and sliding it on her finger again. “Mine.”
She sighed. “I am regretting hiding that.”
She nuzzled him and inhaled deeply. She started to slowly undulate against him, and she looked up at him through her lashes. “And now I am so empty.”
His eyes flared, and he growled. “I can help with that.”
She pressed her breasts against his chest then started to stroke her way down his chest to his lower belly. “Can you? Good. I am looking for something to help. Something long and thick that will keep me occupied. Make me feel filled, mate.”
“You don’t know what you are doing.”
She smiled slowly. “I do.”
“Remember that phrase; you are going to need it.” His voice was growly and thick.
She swallowed and looked at the part of her mate that was normally dormant rise and fill out before he glared at her.
He flipped her to her belly, and her robe tore down the back. The gown went next.
She winced.
“Sorry. I will get you another.” He was sniffing around the mark he had left, and he pressed it with his fingers, causing her hips to flex and her backside to raise.
She pulled her limbs up and pushed her head down until she was in a low crouch with her legs spread wide.
“Oh, that is very pretty; what a lucky wolf I am.”
She whimpered as he dragged his tongue across her neck and shoulders then back to the mark.
Her backside went higher, and she whimpered again. Then, she whispered, “If you aren’t going to fuck me, I am going to need a range of toys to do the job.”
He moved against her and slid in nearly to the knot before he paused. “This isn’t right.”
She mewled in frustration as he pulled out, and then, she let out a “Yipe!” as he turned her around and pulled her onto his cock, sinking deep. “I want to see you.”
She moaned, and her head fell back. He licked her neck and moved his hands on her as he moved her with his hands, lifting and dropping her until her soul was jarred by the tension that filled her. She clung to his shoulder, and her teeth gnashed as she got closer to either screaming or biting out his jugular.
He rumbled a growl and moved his head to hers, rubbing his temple against hers and licking her ear, her cheek, and finally, they locked together in a kiss. She used his taste, the feel of him, his motion inside her, and the growing heat between them. Her thighs flexed as they rocked together, and he stopped moving her and cupped her hips while his fingers gripped her ass. She moved faster and faster, driving down on him a little further each time. He growled, moved his head, and bit her shoulder as he thrust upward and locked them together. She felt stretched, but part of her was making happy sounds.
He tilted her until she was on her back and rocked against her in micro thrusts while he stroked her clit. She moaned long and low, and then, he drove deep, and his cock moved inside her while his knot flexed and her muscles milked it.
He relaxed his jaw from her skin, and as she watched, he bit his finger and rubbed the blood into her skin.
She blinked. “How many marks do you want on me?”
He licked his blood off while her skin sealed it. “One more.” He rubbed the other side of her neck. “Here. And lots of necklaces to remind you that you are mine.”
She shivered. “I don’t think I am in danger of forgetting.”
“Fine, to warn other biters that you are mine and you are protected.”
“Or so that you can look at them and feel smug?”
He chuckled as he licked her skin. “A little, no, a lot of that.”
“Fine, as long as you know that I can purge the marks whenever I am really mad at you.”
He looked at her in surprise. “You can? I thought my blood makes them permanent.”
She kissed him. “My will makes them permanent. Your blood makes them scar. I am a healer, after all. That is how you can fit and how I can enjoy it. My body has been reshaped... for you.”
He blinked. “For me?”
“I am your lover because I choose you; you fathered my child because I chose you; you are my mate because I let you choose me.” She grinned. “There is a lot of choice on my end.”
He stared at her and then nuzzled her head on both sides, kissed her softly, and said, “My choice. Thank you for choosing me.”
She grinned, and tears tracked down her temples.
He licked at the tears and then kissed her again. They kissed and touched each other softly, and when he came free, he rolled to his side, curled against her, and slid inside again.
He licked at her marks, nipping them with his teeth, and they lazily rocked against each other until she moaned softly and pulsed around him. He pumped into her with increasingly steady thrusts, and when he would have thrown his hips forward to bury the knot, he reached between them and gripped the knot, burying himself but holding the knot out.
He groaned, and she felt the twitch inside her. It wasn’t as satisfying as having his knot inside her. It was the diet soda of sex.
He chuckled. “Let’s save that for emergencies.”
She laughed. “There are sex emergencies?”
“There are for me. When I see you in clothing I picked, when you smile at me, when you breathe.” He nuzzled her neck. “Tomorrow, I start restructuring.”
She turned to face him. “Restructuring?”
“Can’t have the baby worrying that I will go to jail. I will just draft some transport laws that allow me to circumvent some conventions of the modern society.”
She sighed and curled against him, wrapping her right arm around him. “I hope that Denner lets me see Lii on Thursday.”
“Do you want to bring her here?”
“You might have to have a chat with Denner before he will let that happen.”
“Take Olim and Rejik if you have to go into the city. What are you doing?”
She giggled. “Kickboxing class.”
“You are teaching a nine-year-old to kickbox?”
“Teaching her? No. She is practicing. We started it when her mom passed. She needed a way to blank her mind. Her dad suggested it, so I never took a booking on a Thursday after that.”
He blinked. “I remember that. You came to me with a hunger that was savage. I didn’t mind, but it was strange.”
“I didn’t want to think either, but I don’t just get to punch things.”
“So, instead, you fucked me brainless.”
She nodded. “Yes. Absolutely. I was using you, and you gave me what I needed. So, that is when I decided on my retirement from BDC. I wanted that memory with me and trying to steal my car keys when it was sixteen. I just had to make sure that my heat lined up with our date, and the day that it did, I retired.”
Etgar nuzzled her neck. “How did you know?”
“Normally, after a date, I take a shower, and your scent fades. The last time it got stronger, so your sperm was on duty. Mind you, that was the only time I have ever dealt with you live.”
He chuckled. “I look forward to a few other opportunities.”
Vallu looked up at him through her lashes. “How many?”
He blinked and then stroked a hand down her spine. “Three. At least. More if you take to the first one well.”
She smiled. “Three would be nice.” She looked up at him through her lashes again. “Five would be better.”
He growled and pulled her tight against him, his erection between them. “Five?”
“How many people are on a polo team?”
Etgar’s eyes gleamed. “Field polo? Four.”
“Four then.” She slid her pussy up and down his cock.
“Better go for five just in case one of them has exams or something.” He grinned and moved into her in one long thrust. “Just let me know when you are ready for it, and I stand ready to do my duty.”
“It isn’t your duty yet. We have time.”
Her thigh was up on his hip, and he was arching into her.
He asked, “When do you want to get married?”
It was hard to focus while her body throbbed and his cock moved in and out of her with a steady beat. “What?”
“We are engaged; when do you want the wedding? I can hardly wait to see you in a glowing white dress, walking toward me wearing jewellery, my marks and something scandalous under the gown.” He moved against her harder and harder.
“Wedding plans get you hot?”
He growled and rolled her to her back, thrusting into her. She arched, and her body shuddered as he went deeper. He thrust into her, buried the knot, and bit the one side of her neck he hadn’t marked yet. She let out a wail as the sensations of pleasure and pain mixed and ripped through her. She held his head, wrapped it in her arms, and relaxed while he remained stuck inside her. He slowly released her shoulder and blooded the marks. She moaned when he licked the extra blood away, and he licked her cheeks and forehead.
“I was never able to do that before. The mask was always in the way.”
She smiled sleepily. “Was it?”
“Aw, baby girl. Shrink the knot, and then, you can sleep.”
She reached between them and touched his knot for a moment, and then cupped his fuzzy balls. She rolled them in her fingers gently, and he grunted, shoving into her again.
She returned her caress to the knot, and her gentle fingers caused him to groan and shudder. He shook and then dropped to her body, catching her belly between them. “What was that?”
She chuckled and yawned. “I made you cum with the touch of my fingers. I have severely talented fingers.”
“Did you know you could do that?” His tone was almost accusing.
“I was an escort for five years. I knew I could, but my clients didn’t, so I didn’t use that particular skill. Why?”
He chuckled. “Because that is something some men would want to keep to themselves. I know. That is what I am feeling right now. Just for me.”
She chuckled. “Just for you because I need sleep.”
He laughed, eased out of her, picked her up, and tucked her into bed. He left for a minute and came back with a warm, wet cloth. He wiped away the cum and soothed her hot and irritated skin.
She was out by the time she was cuddled back in his arms.
