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I ran my
hands over his tense stomach in an attempt to relax him but he
wasn't getting the message. I kept sucking and licking until he
wasn't able to control his moaning anymore. His hand gripping my
hair barely forced my head a little more, putting more of him in my
mouth. I couldn't lie, I liked that he was losing control and
starting to force me a bit. I thought I would hate it but as
always, I loved everything Titus did.

"Liz," he
moaned my name, "Baby, stop or I'm going-"

I didn't
listen to anything else he said; I moved my head faster and deeper,
making his moans louder. I added my hand to work the half I
couldn't fit in my mouth which only added to how tightly he gripped
my hair. At that point, he couldn't control himself any longer. His
hips moved towards my mouth on their own accord.

"Fuck,
Liz," he managed to pant out.

Thick,
salty, substance began to fill my mouth and spill out even though I
tried to keep all it in. With one last thrust of his hips, he
started to relax back on the couch but I still had a mouthful and I
didn't know what to do.

"Swallow," he commanded in a tone that radiated power. The
sheer authority in his voice sent a shiver down my
spine.

I looked
up at him, my big blue eyes questioning but complying. The second I
wiped my mouth, he pulled me off the floor and instantly discarded
my dress. He ripped off my bra and pulled my panties down to throw
them somewhere in the room. He turned me around and quickly walked
me into the bedroom, closing the door behind us.

Titus
pushed me down on the bed gentle, yet firm. He spread my legs and
kissed my inner thighs and I thanked God I had just gotten waxed a
couple days prior. Not that Titus would care if I didn't but I
always stayed well-groomed for him. The pit of my stomach bubbled
with anticipation. I loved him between my legs in any way but this,
this was always a favorite. He ran his tongue over me, sending my
body into a frenzy. I couldn't stop the moan that escaped from my
lips and judging by the way his hazel eyes watched me, he wanted me
to do it again. His eyes were darkened with lust and I loved every
second of it.

His hand
trailed up to my chest, just a brush over my breast mixed with his
expert tongue cause my back to arch.

My
fingers found their way into my soft hair as Titus worked my body.
He did everything in his power to make sure I was crying his name
in pleasure within minutes.

He kissed
his way up my body, focusing on my collarbone and neck. I felt him
hard again and ready to enter me. He would be met with no
resistance; my body needed his to not only be near but in me as
well.

"I love
you so much, Elizabeth," he said, breathing heavily but looking
directly into my eyes.

I smiled
a little, "I love you too, Titus."

With the
assurance of my feelings, he slid into me, letting me feel every
inch of him until he couldn't go any deeper. Slowly, he moved in
and out of me, pushing me closer and closer with each thrust. My
hips met his thrusts every time but he wasn't ready to push me over
the edge just yet. He pulled out of me and flipped me over on all
fours. The building pressure in the pit of my stomach screamed for
release at the new, deeper position. Just one little thing would
set me over the edge and he was refusing it. He wanted me for just
a bit longer but I loved it. I loved feeling him in me, passionate
about me.

His
fingers trailed around to the front of my stomach but he didn't
stop there. He went lower until he found the most sensitive area on
my body. He moved his fingers in agonizingly slow, circular motions
to keep building the pressure until I couldn't take it
anymore.

"Titus!"
I cried out his name.

He moved
his hand faster and thrust into me harder and suddenly, all the
pressure flooded my body in the most euphoric sensation imaginable.
He finished with a few more thrusts and pulled out of me slowly,
pulling me into his chest as he laid beside me.

"God, I
love you," he mused breathless, as he kissed the top of my
head.

I
couldn't be more happy or sated.

*********

Titus and
I laid in bed for awhile longer before it was time for me to help
with dinner. This was one of the only things I didn't like about
living in the pack house; if Titus and I were feeling lazy like
this at home, we would just make something really quick or go out
to dinner. Here, I was expected to help cook for everyone in the
house. It wasn't required but I knew what would be said about me if
I didn't help. I would be viewed as having an attitude problem or
selfish.

I started
to get up but Titus latched his arm tighter around my bare waist,
pulling me as close to his body as possible. I laughed lightly and
patted his arm.

"You're
going to have to let me up sometime," I said.

"Yeah,
but not right now."

"I have
to help with dinner."

"They'll
be fine," he said dismissively.

"Come on.
I'm supposed to. You know that."

He
groaned but released me regardless.

"Fine,"
he said reluctantly.

I went
into the closet and grabbed some clothes before going to take a
quick shower.

The water
was instantly hot and starting to steam. I half expected Titus to
try to distract me again but he simply tugged on a pair of black
mesh shorts and leaned against the granite counter.

"When do
you want to tell Christian about the baby?"

Crap. I
had forgotten we hadn't told him yet. I didn't really want to do it
here since it wasn't his home but I really wanted to tell him so we
could tell everyone else. Titus's parents were going to be so
excited for us. They had been demanding another grandchild since
Titus introduced us.

"Tonight,
I guess. After dinner?"

He nodded
a little but kept his eyes glued to my body. I rolled my eyes but
couldn't wipe the smile off my face. I loved that he couldn't take
his eyes off me.

"Sounds
good. Get back in bed," he said.

I laughed
and got in the shower. Titus left me to my thoughts.

I
wondered how Christian would react to having a sibling. Would he
enjoy it or would he feel competition for attention? Christian
wasn't a competitive kid but after finding out I wasn't his
biological mother, I wasn't sure how he would take me carrying a
child. I didn't want him to feel left out in any way but I didn't
know how to include him either. After all, he was only five and
there was only so much he could do.

I shut
off the water and wrapped a red towel around my body to dry off.
Titus was still in the bedroom clearly not wanting to be social
with the pack right now. I couldn't blame him; I loved the pack but
living with them and being around them all the time, especially
when we are accustomed to living alone, is hard. I'm not naturally
a social person and neither is Titus. He is charismatic but not in
every sense of the word. Titus can speak publicly and he is damn
good at it but he doesn't necessarily want to have a million
conversations. People are drawn to him because he is a man of few
words so what he does say is usually important.

I pulled
up my jeans and loose cable knit sweater on and entered the
bedroom. Titus sat on a couch under the window, just staring at the
floor. I took a moment to examine his stressed posture. My
intention was to relax him but he seemed as stressed as
ever.

I sat
next to him and slipped my hand under his. He tossed me a light
smile but his hazel eyes told me exactly what he was
thinking.

"Still
worried about Brent?" I asked.

He
shrugged, "That and everything else. I'm just worried about
you."

"Don't
worry about me. I can take care of myself."

"I don't
want you to have to take care of yourself. It's my responsibility
as your husband and mate to make sure you're safe."

I smiled
gently and squeezed his hand, "I love you, Titus. Really though,
you're stressing without reason. I'm safe in the pack house. I
won't leave without an escort and someone is always
here."

He
groaned, "I know, Liz, but that doesn't make me stress any
less."

I kissed
his cheek and stood, "Lets go downstairs. Maybe some downtime with
your friends will help."

"Maybe,"
he conceded.

We made
our way down to the congregation area of the mansion where all the
high ranking pack members lounged, waiting for dinner.

"Finally," Zac teased when he caught sight of us, "We thought
you two would never come down."

I felt a
light blush color my cheeks at Zac's joke. I was still very modest
even if I wasn't in the bedroom.

"It
wasn't by choice," Titus shot back.

Everyone
in the room laughed a little; I tried but I felt my cheeks warm
just a little more. I broke away from Titus and made my way into
the kitchen.

Rachel
was already in the chef's kitchen and greeted me with a warm smile.
Brent's wife Alexa was cutting up vegetables next to one of the
stoves with a few of the other wives standing around,
gossiping.

"Hey,
Liz," Alexa greeted.

"Hey.
What are we making?"

"Steak
fajitas. Can you start on the bell peppers?"

I pulled
a knife out of the block and started cutting peppers between her
and Rachel.

"How have
you been holding up?" Alexa asked.

I nodded
a little, "I've been fine. It's Titus I'm worried
about."

"He's
been stressed?"

"Very.
I'm hoping this trip eases some of the tension."

"Where
are you going?"

"Italy."

"Really?!
How exciting!"

I
laughed, "I know. I'm really excited. I think we desperately need
to just be alone together considering everything that's
happened."

Alexa
nodded in agreement but stayed quiet.

"So,
Rachel," Alexa started, "Are you planning on sticking around for
long?"

I could
hear the judgement in her tone and it was exactly what I had
feared. Besides me, the other high ranking wives were a little
snobby and judgmental. They never treated me that way since I was
Titus's mate, not simply his wife. I was married and mated to the
second highest wolf in the pack and they wouldn't dare speak
against me out of fear and respect.

"I think
so. I mean, I want to."

Another
woman, Erin, jumped in the conversation, "So tell us...how is
Alpha?" She asked suggestively.

I rolled
my eyes but continued to cut my peppers.

Rachel
shrugged, "He seems okay. A little stressed out."

Oh God.
She was so naive. I just prayed these woman didn't hassle her too
much.

They all
laughed and Erin shook her head.

"No,
sweetheart, I meant in bed."

Rachel's
cheeks burned a red almost the color of her hair and I instantly
felt bad for her.

"Leave
her alone," I said, annoyed.

"Oh, come
on, Liz. We're just having some girl talk," Alexa said
lightly.

"So?"
Erin prompted Rachel to respond.

"I-I
don't know. I haven't been with him," she said quietly.

Erin
laughed, "Seriously? Why else would he keep you around?"

I had had
just about enough of this shit. I couldn't stand by while these
bitches preyed on some innocent girl just because they were jealous
she had caught Zac's eye.

"Seriously, back off," I said firmly to Erin as I continued
to cut.

I could
practically feel her eyes roll at my comment.

"Well
it's true," Erin said.

I put my
knife down and turned to her, "You're just jealous because he
dumped you. Leave her alone."

She
scoffed, "You are seriously a drag lately."

I turned
back to my vegetables and the room fell into a tense silence. They
needed to be put in their place. I was sick of them treating new
girls like shit because they thought they were better. These women
could be vicious and someone had to stand up to them.

********

Zac
walked in the kitchen with a light smile on his face but his smile
was quickly replaced by a frown when he felt the tension. None of
us were talking and Rachel still looked slightly embarrassed by
Erin's comments. If those women knew what Rachel had been through
in her life they wouldn't be making comments like that to her. At
least, I hope they wouldn't.

"Everything alright in here?" He asked Rachel
cautiously.

She
smiled weakly at him and nodded.

He looked
to me for an answer but if Rachel wasn't going to tell him what
happened then I wouldn't either.