I reply, “Yeah? Well, you better shift back if you think I'm going to play.”
The familiar crunching makes me smile at the power I have over him, and I pull my shirt over my head. Brady is panting and moves toward me. Grabbing my pants, he strips them off me as he lets out a low growl that rocks me to the core.
I pull his mouth to mine and kiss him roughly as my nipples rub against his hairy human chest and harden at the sensation. I pull back to catch my breath.
Brady lowers his mouth to suckle my breast, and I arch up when he bites gently. I slide my hands down to his ass and squeeze the firm muscles. "I need you, Brady. Fill me."
We crumple to the floor, and the plush carpet is hard when he drives his thick length into me. I raise my hips to take him in and moan when he stretches my channel. His hands lift my bottom as he fills me to the brim.
My orgasm builds slowly as we rock in rhythm. The synthetic rug is rubbing my shoulders raw, but I can't stop as ecstasy takes me. I shatter. Before I've come down, he withdraws and slides down between my thighs to lick me. “Oh, Brady.” I sigh. Sucking on my sensitive sex, he drives me wild. I'm trembling and lose control with another orgasm that leaves me incoherent.
But Brady's not done. While I can barely move, he drags the head of his cock against my slit. When he enters, he utters a single word. "Mine." Pumping hard and fast, he comes quickly. His seed explodes against my walls, and he collapses in a heap on top of me.
After our breathing returns to normal, I roll him onto his back and prop myself up on his chest. "I'd like to think we just had make-up sex."
He chuckles. "We did. I was being an ass. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too. I don't know what got into me. I understand your need to protect me, and now that I'm pregnant with your babies, I get it. I really do."
His brow furrows, and I smooth it out with a finger. Brady says, "I don't get why you didn't lower your head and cower to my alpha order. You shouldn't be able to defy me like that."
I shrug. "Maybe there's such a thing as an alpha female? Did you know I can talk to Annie in my head?"
He shakes his head with a grin. "Serves me right for changing you without permission. There are alpha females, but it’s rare."
Brady rolls me over and onto the floor, and props himself up on an elbow. "You called me smokey and a fur-ball." His eyes dance with laughter.
"Yeah, it was the best I could do. I should probably think of better insults."
He places a hand on my soft stomach. "No, I like you just the way you are. I used to dream about you before you came, too. When I saw you that first night, I fell in love the moment our eyes met. And I knew I would give my life to protect you."
He leans down and kisses my belly. He whispers, "Hey, guys, your momma and I love you, too."
I hold Brady's head in my hands as he makes his way back up to my mouth. He kisses me, and our combined scent wraps around us as if to shelter us from the world.
***
Reveling in each other's bodies, we only come up for air when we're hungry. We’re in the kitchen, and my bear hearing detects the low sound of the local news on TV in the great room. I hop up on the counter while Brady makes me my favorite tuna and grilled cheese sandwich. Only wearing one of his dress shirts, the granite is cold on my thighs.
I say, "I feel guilty taking you away from work like this."
Brady hooks a finger inside my shirt and looks down at my breasts. "Some things are more important than work." He lifts his eyes to me and gives me a sly smile.
He's only in a pair of boxers, and I take the opportunity to thread my fingers through the hair on his chest. His hands slide under my shirt and grip my hips to pull me closer. My moist folds press against his bare stomach. "Careful, you'll burn my sandwich."
"Right." He groans. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you. Your scent makes me hard every time I smell it."
He reaches over and unplugs the panini maker. The cord clatters on the counter, and he drops to his knees. He spreads me with his hands, and his tongue darts inside me. I moan softly. I've lost count of the orgasms he's given me today, but it doesn't make my need for more any less urgent. I lean back on my elbows and squirm under his attention.
I'm shuddering as I approach my pinnacle when he stops and stands. I lift up and watch him remove his cock and stroke it. I want to taste him and am about to hop off the counter when he guides himself into me. "Jesus, Carly, you're soaking wet and so damn tight. I'll never stop wanting this with you."
His kiss is demanding, and I give him what he wants as I thrust my hips with his steady pounding. I scream with my release moments before he does. We tremble together, and he sighs.