Free NocC 020 - Michele Hauf - Wicked Games 03.75 - Moonspun - Harlequin 2012-08 by Nocturne Page B

mouth felt so soft,
at times she couldn’t determine if it was his kiss or the slap of the water with
his movement. This quiet touch was what she needed when she knew the frenzied
energy of their normal moonlight sexcapades would never be comfortable with her
larger shape.
    He placed soft kisses over her belly, which seemed a vast
island in the ocean. She had marveled how her skin could stretch to encompass
the lives within, and worried about stretch marks, but hadn’t seen any yet. She
could probably attribute this to Creed’s cocoa butter massages. And hell, maybe
the fact that she normally shifted her human skin to wolf fur had something to
do with it as well.
    She was ready to release this burden. And yet she’d meant it
when she said she’d carry the babies forever if only to keep them with her.
    She noticed the kisses had stopped and opened her eyes to see
Creed holding her gaze. He tilted his head. “Stop thinking,” he said. “Slip into
that good, sexy space you go to when we make love. Can you do that?”
    “I can. I will. I want you inside me, slow and gentle.”
    “I was just getting to that.” He kissed her hip and tilted her
body away from him so her elbows landed on the step and her body floated stomach
down. He slipped down her bikini bottom and slid inside her. “This is nice.
Whale breaching in the moonlight.”
    “Oh, you creep!”
    He chuckled, yet held her secure across the belly as his rhythm
inside her kept a slow and languorous pace. “Just kidding.”
    “You had better be. I can flick out a few claws if I feel the
urge.”
    “I like it when you mark me,” he said, laying his cheek against
her spine where the tribal tattoo darkened her skin. “If I didn’t have the
ability to heal so well, I would be a walking canvas of your love scars.”
    “They are given with love,” she said. “As we wear each other’s
bite marks with pride.”
    “Mmm, don’t mention biting, or I might need a nip.”
    “I can dig it.”
    He moved his hand down over her belly and found her clitoris.
The briefest skim of his finger set her core to a delicious clench. Being
pregnant was awesome for her senses; everything was heightened, fine-tuned to
catch the slightest touches, whispers, scents. She wondered if the babies could
feel her orgasms, and then…let go, hoping her children would feel her pleasure
and know it was their mother and father, hugging them.
    The orgasm was soft, yet lingered, vibrating through her body,
squeezing, shuddering her in the water against her husband’s sure, strong frame.
Eyes closed, her face bobbed in and out of the water. “Oh yeah.” She slid her
hand through his moist hair, drawing him forward until he lashed his tongue
against her neck. The intrusion of his teeth gave her another orgasm.
     

Chapter Nine
    Creed wrapped Blu’s black wool coat about her shoulders
and helped to button up the front over her belly where she couldn’t reach. He
tugged her wool cap over a spill of black hair and kissed her forehead. “Don’t
go too far.”
    “I always make a round or two of the property,” she said.
“Don’t worry. It’s daylight. The snow is coming down softly. You know how much I
love the big flakes that look like goose down. I’ll be back in an hour. Besides,
maybe if I jog I’ll loosen up the kids, eh?”
    “No jogging,” he admonished. “Take it easy.”
    “Spoilsport.”
    “Whale,” he shot back.
    “Longtooth.”
    “Oh, is it like that then?”
    “Bring it,” she said, then couldn’t fight the grin any longer.
“Sorry, lover. I didn’t mean that. I’m going to blame that one on mood
swings.”
    He kissed her mouth and tugged the fake fur lapels up close
underneath her jaw. “I will serve you fitting punishment when you return.”
    Dashing her tongue in a sexy swish across her lips, she said,
“I think I’m going to make this a quick walk. Love you.”
    And she waddled out through his office door and through the
side fence. The world offered