Olivia Blake
God, I loved sleep.
Sleep. Sleep. Glorious sleep.
I grabbed my pillow closer as the morning sun filtered in, tucking it under and around my swollen belly. Yep. I was that pregnant but still a month out of a due date... had to love accelerated shifter pregnancies. Somedays I felt great, other days, ripe... today, was one of those grossly fat and exhausted days – I could tell already.
The bedroom door opened as I drifted off again and the way it shut was enough to tell me it wasn't the she-wolves bringing me food.
“Olivia, why did you tell the staff you're not getting up today?”
“Because I'm not,” I mumbled into my pillow.
“We talked about this the other day, today is the Christmas party. Your attendance is mandatory.”
“Boo-hoo... I've got a great plan... you carry the pup today and I'll go party.” Following my reply, I heard him growl as he walked around the bed. I felt no threat from his annoyance, but that was because I had a huge pass and it came in the form of our offspring inside me. No, he hadn't done one nasty thing to me since we'd found out about the pregnancy and if that wasn't enough to bore me, I had to deal with his irrational protectiveness. I was hardly allowed out of the house, unless I was being escorted by Caleb himself. It was pure fun... not.
“Come on.” He leaned over me on the bed. “I need you.”
“They're all just gonna touch my belly.”
He laughed. “Okay, I'll growl at every outstretched hand – scout's honor.”
I turned my head so I could look up at him “That would come off weird.”
He shrugged a shoulder.
“I'll make you a deal.” Sealing the proposition with a lifted eyebrow, he grimaced at me.
“What?” He was weary as he always was when I tried to strike up any bargain.
“I'll come to the bore-fest...”
He sighed as I sat up in the bed.
“But only if...” Crawling over to him, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “We can do something dirty.” I felt his chest deflate as I nibbled the skin on his earlobe.
“You know the rules right now, Olivia.” He got up and caught myself on the edge of the bed.
“Ugh, those aren't even real rules, you made them up.”
“That makes them real.” He walked toward his closet as he took off his T-shirt.
I grumbled, crossing my arms from being turned down – again. Pouting wasn't going to get me what I wanted, I knew that – so I started to think about how I could get what I wanted.
“Going to take a shower?” I asked as he walked past in just his boxers.
“That's the plan.” He disappeared into the washroom and my mouth twitched. I wasn't going to let him write the rules today – but I'd make him think it was all his idea to break them. I stripped out of my clothes... technically, I needed a shower too if I wasn't going to smell funny for the party.
I walked into the slightly steamy bathroom and opened the glass door before he caught onto what I was doing.
“Olivia, what are you doing?”
Our eyes met, and as much as I wanted to look down at his cock, I didn't – because eye contact was key here. It would eat him up.
“Olivia,” he repeated as I slid to my knees on the cold tile. It was uncomfortable especially this pregnant but I had plans, and I had to see them through.
I squinted through the water falling over his shoulders onto me.
“Get up, Olivia.” Though he still sounded fairly serious, my hands grabbing his growing cock shut him up.
“Shh, Daddy.” I mumbled in the soft, sweet voice that I knew he loved, but he still tried to not let on that he liked my stroking.
I leaned forward, once I saw his shoulders relax and put my wet lips to his balls. He shook his head at me. What was he so terrified of? Okay, I knew the answer to that but he was being overly cautious – it was getting stupid. I wouldn't voice that aloud cause I'd get a lecture but it was okay to think it – silently so he couldn't pick my brain.
I worked my tongue over each of his balls, one at a time filling my mouth as I got him off. his breathing increased just slightly, something that I'd learned to pick up on. What was I going to do next? Take his whole cock down my throat and go so hard, he had no choice but to almost spray the back of my throat. On what I knew would be his final groan, I pulled my lips off and stopped it all. That's what he deserved.
“You little brat.” Caleb stared down at me and I felt his deep growl in my chest – that was an unnatural feeling. Now I'd really pissed him off, if refusing to go to the party hadn't already. There was nothing worse than a sexually frustrated Alpha- or so I'd heard. It amused me greatly.
I stood slowly and went to step out of the shower – holding back my smirk. As I stepped onto the plush mat, his hand smacked my wet ass. So hard that I heard the smack before I registered the pain associated with it. My hand tightened on the door handle to keep my knees from buckling and I looked back into the shower as the spank stung my bottom. I'd be feeling it for hours.
He gave me one last peeved look and turned away, grabbing a bottle of shampoo. I took the hint and shut the door, snatching up a towel to wrap myself in.
“Fuck,” I muttered as I limped out of the bathroom. That hadn't gone the way I hoped, at all. It was the lack of thinking it through. Why would I think giving Caleb blue balls would be a good idea!
I marched to the phone and rang down the house staff, ready for my next plan of action. They answered and I made sure I heard the shower still running. “Hi, yeah, I need someone to do my hair and makeup for tonight.”
“Oh, yes, of course, Luna.”
I rolled my eyes. I had told them so many times to call me Olivia. I was beginning to think Caleb had something to do with why they wouldn't. I hung up the phone as the shower stopped. He spent a while in there, and I spent a while ripping apart my dresser for an outfit – none of this was going to cover my fat stomach or swollen ass cheek.
“What are you doing?” He grunted as he passed me in my searching.
“I'm looking for... an outfit for tonight.”
“I got you a dress.”
I turned toward him as he walked into his closet. I followed, showing up in the doorframe as he dropped the towel around his midsection and I got a nice view of his muscled ass. He'd gotten so ripped in the last few months. it was from his constant need to oversee all the patrol training I guessed- either that or he was part god. Either was plausible at this point.
He put on a pair of boxers, still not facing me. “I'll get them to bring it up to you in a bit.”
That was likely a cue to leave him alone but I didn't move, only kept staring at the way his muscles moved as he dressed. I wanted to whine and get on the floor, beg for forgiveness for being so naughty in the shower.
“Caleb?”
He turned as he did up his black dress pants – they were fitted, on the tighter side and I could see the outline of his half-hard cock.
What the fuck...
I wanted to beat my head to the wall.
“What?” He finally asked and I forgot I had been the one to make him turn around.
My eyes came off his cock. “Oh...uhh...”
He stepped into me suddenly and nudged my cheek with his. It made me tingle in all sorts of places, especially when his hands took my waist, very tenderly. “How's your ass?”
“It.... hurts.” My eyes fluttered shut and my head tilted in hopes he'd kiss me there.
But he stepped back and I winced from the way his warmth left my antsy body. I opened my eyes and watched him grab a tube of something out of his top drawer. Of course, that drawer didn't have clothes in it - ever. He walked toward me, took my elbow and turned me away from him quickly. It was a jolt to my senses and I grabbed the door frame for support.
He pulled down the pair of underwear I wore and I felt him crouch down. my ass was in his face and I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to it. He chuckled at his work, it'd been a good spank – no others needed to make his point. His hand came to my tender cheek and he rubbed in some cream. God, this was getting him off. I knew it because I was so wet it was going to drip down my thigh soon.
He rubbed and massaged my ass- both sides, his index finger edging between my cheeks.
I was moaning and groaning, trying not to but it was stupid obvious.
He stood, fixing my underwear in place, standing near enough to put his mouth on my ear. “Does your ass feel better?”
I was so frustrated. “It would feel better with your cock in it.”
“Shh.” He breathed on my shoulder and his hand came around my belly, holding our pup and my hand came to his. My hips bumped back into his and he could have just undone his pants and fucked me right there, but he wouldn't. He kissed my neck and what started off as gentle, grew rougher once his teeth got involved. I yelped when his canines pinched my soft sink.
“Go clean yourself up, Olivia.”
I turned to face him, pouting again. He was being so stubborn about this.
“Please, Caleb, you won't hurt the pup.” I had resorted to begging.
He growled at me and stepped back. “Go.”
“Ugh.” I got so frustrated it turned to anger. “I'll just go find someone else to fuck me then.” I walked for the bathroom quickly, knowing how that would hit a bad chord in him. But fuck, maybe I would go find someone.... if anyone would mess with the Alpha's girl that was. Even if no one would do it- and it's not like I wanted to do it- I just... I wanted to make him crazy and maybe this plan would make Mr. Celibate crack. Finally.