“So soft. So beautiful. So perfect. By the gods.” He groaned, his cock swelling as he fought not to come inside me.
“Yes.” I squeezed him with my inner muscles, deliberately pushing him closer to the edge of his own release. I wanted him to feel as I did. “Come inside me.”
With a shudder he moved his hand to my clit and stroked gently at first, then faster and faster as he increased his own pace.
He held on until I exploded again, my body on the brink of complete exhaustion. I knew my pussy would be sore, and I didn’t care. I never wanted it to end.
His hot seed filled me and the sound he made bordered on pain and I reveled in the knowledge that it was me—me!—that had brought him such pleasure. I’d made him like this.
He said he was mine, whispered it to me as we settled, as the sweat on our skin began to cool, our breaths evening out. Long minutes later he carried me to bed and climbed in with me, settling at an angle for the best fit. When he pulled me into his side, I snuggled there like he was mine. For tonight I would pretend, even if I knew I couldn’t keep him.
10
Olivia
Today… God, today was like a dream, right from the very start. I’d fallen asleep in Wulf’s arms. Actually I’d fallen asleep on top of him because my bed was too small for his incredible size. He’d slept at the diagonal, but even then his feet hung off the bottom. His body was like a furnace. The air-conditioning was going to get a workout. Since we’d trashed the bed with our wild lovemaking, we’d slept with only the sheet on top of us, untucked. The rest of the bedding was strewn on the floor along with our clothes.
Maybe it was the orgasms. Maybe it was the fact that I was done with Jimmy Steel. Or maybe it was the protective embrace of Wulf’s arms on me, but I slept hard and peacefully. Just after six, there was a rattle on the doorknob.
“Auntie! Why’s the door locked? I’m ready for juice!” Tanner called.
“Me, too!” Emma shouted directly after.
I startled, remembering myself. I was naked on top of a naked alien. Not the best situation to be in with toddlers. They’d ask questions, lots of questions. Then they’d tell everyone from the checkout clerk at the grocery store to Mr. Zajak down the street all about it.
Wulf hadn’t panicked—perhaps because he wasn’t familiar with the filter-free honesty of children—and kissed the top of my head. He got up to put on his pants. I wasn’t a morning person, but I’d gotten used to the kids' early wake up. I was always amazed at how dang perky they were. It was as if their batteries had been recharged, their power at one hundred percent and they were raring to go again. I needed at least one cup of coffee to be functional.
“Auntie!” Tanner cried again, the handle jiggling some more.
Wulf looked down at me, and his gaze heated. He said nothing, only padded, shirtless, over to the door and opened it. His large body easily blocked the kids’ view of me, for which I was grateful.
“What’s this about juice?” he asked, ducking through the doorway and closing it behind him.
“Woof! You’re here. Is Auntie asleep? Did you lose your shirt?” Tanner asked.
I could hear them walking down the hall, one heavy set of footsteps and the pitter-patter of two more. I took the opportunity of alone time to slip into a sleep shirt. I had no idea how long it would be before they barged in, but they would, and I wanted to at least have something on. I’d gotten them to learn about a closed bathroom door and privacy, so at least I was able to pee by myself now. But that solitude had yet to extend to my bedroom.
“I did lose it.” Wulf’s voice, while tempered to be soft, was easy to hear. “I think we’re going to have to go on a search for it. After breakfast I’ll teach you how to be Everian and hunt.”
I was thankful the house was small and I could easily hear their conversation. I wanted to know how Wulf interacted with the kids. All I’d seen was them asleep on him the night before. It was so sweet it had me smiling.
Emma didn’t remember her parents. She would never know anything about them other than what I shared or in a picture. Tanner remembered them, although the images would probably fade. Even so, Greg had rarely been around since he’d been deployed for most of Tanner’s life. Neither had much of a male influence, and so they were soaking up Wulf’s attention like little sponges.
“What’s a ’verian?” Tanner asked.
“It’s a person from a planet called Everis. They are very skilled at finding things.”
“Like lost shirts?”
“Especially lost shirts because they are very important. I can’t go outside without one.”
“You’ll get a sunburn,” Tanner explained.
I covered my mouth with my fingers to stifle a laugh. The three of them talking—well, Tanner and Wulf, but I expected Emma to be listening to their every word—made my heart flutter. How could someone so big be so gentle? I thought of him with the kids but also with me last night. I knew he could be wild and passionate. Unleashed. Yet, he could be almost… reverent with me.
I heard cabinet doors opening and closing. “Where is the juice?”
“There!” Emma said.
“In this big box? It’s cold inside. Interesting.”
“Auntie!” Emma shouted.
“Auntie is tired. While the three of us played last night before she came home, your auntie and I played after you went to sleep.”
My mouth fell open and I blushed, remembering exactly how we played.
“I wanted to keep playing,” Tanner said, and I could hear the pout in his voice.
“It was her turn to play. As a little warrior, I’m sure you understand taking turns.”
“I do,” Tanner said.
“I do,” Emma parrotted.
“Good. I’m proud of you for that. Your auntie, she works hard and needs to sleep a little longer this morning. We can be thoughtful and be quiet for her.”
I never told Wulf what I did for a living, but he had to know I was the provider for the kids.
“Shh!”
“That’s right, Emma,” Wulf praised. “Shh.” I could see him putting his finger to his lips just as Emma liked to do.
I flopped back in bed, listening to the three of them, and closed my eyes, imagining what it would be like to have a Wulf of my own like this. He was… perfect. Kids were baggage. Serious baggage. Guys who’d expressed any kind of interest in me over the past year pretty much burned rubber to get away from me when they found out I had two kids to raise. Sure, there were guys out there who were decent and would take me and the kids on, but I hadn’t found any of them.
Well, maybe I had, in Wulf. But wishes were like unicorns. They were pretty and all but never appeared.
I must’ve fallen back asleep because I stirred at the sound of shuffling and whispers. Rolling to my side, I leaned over the bed and stared at three faces. All three of them were on their hands and knees and wore capes, Emma and Tanner with their favorite blankets tied around their necks. Wulf had one around his as well, a bedsheet with trucks on it, which I assumed he’d pulled from Tanner’s toddler bed.
“Auntie!” Tanner said, popping up from his crawl. He had a juice-stained mustache on his upper lip. “We’re ’verians!”