Shifting Destinies: A Paranormal Interracial Story (HIdden Hills Shifters Book 3) (12 page)

When a strange sound came from the bathroom, Wade jumped up and rushed to see if Emmaline needed help. He stood at the door and placed his ear against it. Oh shit. She was throwing up, and he had no earthly idea what to do. Wade was good in a fight. Hell, he could handle seeing a dead body, but he sucked when it came to dealing with a sick woman.

He knocked on the door. “Are you okay?”

“Go away.”

That worked for him, but then he pictured her hugging the toilet with her hair hanging down, and decided he needed to go in. Wade twisted the handle and peeked his head inside. He was about to help when she heaved again. He gagged, slipped out, and placed his back against the door. Maybe he wasn’t fit to be a husband and father after all.

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Emmaline should be
embarrassed that Wade was seeing her like this, but she wasn’t—not really. It came with the territory of being pregnant. While the ill effects seemed to be restricted to the mornings, they were getting worse by the day. She feared she might be having a boy—a very large boy bear.

When she’d questioned the doctor about the effects of having such a large child, he said the baby shouldn’t be any bigger than any other child, but she wasn’t certain he knew. He was, after all, only a human.

She sat back on her haunches, feeling a little better, her stomach finally having settled. After cleaning up, she opened the bathroom door.
Whoa
. Wade was there, looking a little green himself. “You okay?”

“Yes. I’m sorry I couldn’t help,” he said.

“There was nothing you could have done.” She glanced down and spotted something on her nightshirt. “Excuse me, I need to change.” She’d been headed to the bedroom to change in the first place when she took ill.

“Sure. I’ll wait for you in the living room,” he called after her.

She was tempted to tell him to go, that the idea of them living together would never happen, but she didn’t have the heart, not after he’d shown such concern. She’d truly believed that when Wade saw her at her worst, he’d walk out—but he hadn’t.

Once in the bedroom, she dressed in a lightweight pair of sweats and a large, baggy T-shirt. She didn’t even bother putting on a bra as she wasn’t in the mood for something that restrictive.

When she stepped into the living room Wade was on the sofa. He patted the seat beside him. Not in the mood to argue, she sat down and leaned her head against his shoulder. The comfort he brought surprised her. Had she not been so exhausted, Emmaline might have talked about his bold move to come here with his suitcases in hand.

“Would you like a back rub?” he asked.

That came out of nowhere. She’d love one, but she didn’t trust Wade not to take it a step further. Hell, she didn’t trust herself. Once his strong fingers touched her body, she might relent and give in to her urges. Even now, her body was reacting to his presence. If that happened, he’d never believe her if she said she didn’t want to be with him.

“Okay.” Well shit. Where was her backbone when she needed it?

“Why don’t you stretch out on your stomach and rest your head on my lap? I’ll see what I can do to make you feel better.”

Since she felt kind of crummy, she did as he suggested and rested her forehead on her folded arms. With one hand, he gently rubbed her back, and with the other, he fingered her hair. His touch was nice—soothing even, without being too seductive. Emmaline relaxed, letting him do his thing. Soon she found herself working hard not to fall asleep. Lying there without any expectations was like a drug.

She wasn’t certain how long he’d been touching her, but soon her body began to heat up from the inside out. As soon as she recognized that danger, she rolled over and looked up at him. “That was nice, thank you.” If she let his fingers wander any lower, the wolf in her would wake up.

“My pleasure. Would you like a foot rub?” he asked.

The man must be able to see into her soul. To her, nothing was better. “I’d love that, but only if you let me return the favor.” She sat up and twisted around.

Wade chuckled. “Oh, no you don’t. I’m not strong like you are. Be forewarned. One touch and I will have to possess you.”

“You have to be kidding. You want to have sex with me? I’m a mess.” At least she’d brushed her teeth and washed her face after her incident.

“To me you aren’t.”

This new side of Wade intrigued her. He untangled her limbs and began to massage one of her feet, but she quickly withdrew her leg from his touch, despite the intense pleasure. “What are we doing, Wade? And I’m not talking about the foot rub.”

“Honestly?” he said. She nodded. “I want to be part of your life, Emmaline.”

“You already are. You’re the father of our unborn child as well as my boss.”

“I want more.” He folded his arms over his chest and stared at her. “Let me say this. I’m not leaving, no matter how much you protest. I know you like me, and I know we make a good team.”

He was something else. “We’ll have to see, won’t we?”

He lowered his arms. “Does that mean I can stay?”

She chuckled. “If I said no, you wouldn’t leave, so it’s not like I have a choice.” Wade picked up her foot again, and when he massaged the instep, relief whooshed through her.

“You’re right. There’s nothing you can say or do that will get rid of me.”

She could think of a half-dozen things that would scare off the bravest of men, but the question was whether she wanted to do any of them.

Chapter Eleven

E
mmaline wasn’t certain
if she’d just agreed to give Wade a chance or not, but from the way he was grinning, apparently she had. When she’d decided she wanted him there, she didn’t know, but it almost felt good to give in. He reached out and stroked her arm, shooting her hormones into high gear. Perhaps it was because she was pregnant that her rational side kept going MIA, but right now all she could think of was having Wade.

The best way to signal him that she was interested in giving them a try was to take off her shirt. As soon as it floated to the floor, he whistled, and his eyes glazed over.

“Welcome to my home,” she said. His mouth opened, and when he licked his lips, fire flared inside her.

“I’ll admit I never expected this kind of reception, but I can’t tell you how happy you make me.”

“Show me.”

Wade stood and ripped off his clothes in under ten seconds flat. The sight of his large cock sent her already bursting hormones spiraling out of control, and her mouth watered at the thought of tasting him. She reached out, grabbed his dick, and drew him closer. Because Emmaline wanted to drive him as crazy as he was making her, she squeezed his cock tight. Oh, how she loved his muscular hardness.

“You going to hang on forever or suck on it?”

“Both?”

Wade laughed. Vibrating with need, she leaned over and drew his hard shaft into her mouth. The second she tasted his bear scent, her need exploded. Somehow being pregnant added to her animalistic urges. Not able to go slow, she pumped her fist hard and sucked his dick until she drew moans and groans from him.

He fisted her hair and tugged hard. “Emmaline.” That one word came out strangled.

As if he’d robbed her of all sanity, she reached behind him and grabbed his ass, tugging him even closer. She swallowed hard and opened her throat to take in more of him. The moment the tip touched the back of her mouth, he whipped her head back, and grabbed her wrist.

She looked up. “Can’t take the punishment, big boy?”

“Not around you, I can’t.” He drew her to her feet and dragged down her pants and panties. “Step out of them.”

His touch sent wild need soaring through her. Wade dropped to his knees and spread her legs wide, the vulnerability heightening her already needy state. As he reached between her legs, her stomach clenched. She clamped a palm onto the top of his head and held on for dear life. He opened her folds and teased her little bud until she was ready to scream his name. His goal seemed to be torturing her with lust.

“Suck on me,” she growled. He obeyed by dragging his velvety tongue across her opening. Her little bud strained as molten explosions cascaded through her. She clutched his shoulders and dug her nails into his skin, a frenzy of desire swirling inside her. “I need your cock now.”

He looked up and smiled. Then the bastard slipped two fingers into her and wiggled them around, banging her G spot over and over again. Her muscles convulsed and her body trembled. A howl left her throat as her climax ripped through her, the intensity nearly taking her breath away.

Wade leaned back on his haunches then pressed up to a stand. “I see you liked that.”

“I could take it or leave it.” So what if she’d just begged him seconds before to take her. She might have been able to convince him what she’d said was true had she been able to keep the smile off her face.

“That so?” He held up his slick fingers. “You’re turned on. Don’t deny it.”

“A little.” She tucked her tongue in her cheek.

“I got your number, wolf lady. How about sitting down? It might be more comfortable for what I have in mind.”

She did as he asked, expecting him to sit next to her. Instead, he straddled her, his cock pressing against her belly. He cupped her face and when he kissed her hard, she opened up to receive him. The moment their tongues touched, sharp spikes of need raced through her. Her own feral desires took over, and she clutched his back, digging her nails into his skin.

The drugging kiss made her inner walls flutter. Needing air, she broke the connection and ran her lips down his neck and over his shoulder. The slight sweat on his skin clinging to her tongue drove her mad. What this man did to her should require a permit.

Wade cupped her breasts, and she dropped her head back. He sucked on each tip, nipping and tugging, making her nipples swell. With each tongue swirl, the intensity grew and fire soaked her insides until her need spiraled. As much as she loved the attention, her pussy was convulsing with a strong ache for his cock.

“Please, Wade. Take me.”

He leaned back. “If the bear in me wasn’t banging on my chest to get out, I’d spend hours loving your tits and devouring your mouth, but the thought of your pussy makes me want to roar.”

She laughed. “You do have a way with words. Now, fuck me.”

“What the lady asks for, she shall receive.” Wade stood and pulled her to her feet again. “Grrrr.” He wrapped his arms around her and when he delivered another earth-shattering kiss, she’d never felt so cherished.

Her body had a hunger that demanded satisfaction. Wrapping one arm around his neck, she squeezed his tight butt cheeks with the other hand then pressed her breasts against his chest and tugged. “Didn’t you promise me something?”

“I did.” Wade backed her up to the end of the sofa and twisted her around. “Grab on.”

Standing behind her, he dragged his hands across her belly and up to her tits. When he pinched her nipples, she yelped, but the quick shot of pain quickly morphed into pleasure that rippled down to her belly. His every touch seemed to send her closer to the edge. If she didn’t know better, she’d have to conclude he was her mate. “Come on. You promised.” She hadn’t meant to sound so eager. The words just came out that way.

“I did.”

He lifted the damp hair off her neck and let it hang off on the other side before placing tiny kisses along her collarbone, sending primal need through her. When his tongue did a dance on her skin, electric sparks shuttled up and down her body.

As much as Emmaline loved what he was doing, she had another need, the intensity of which was burning inside her something fierce. She reached between her legs, grabbed his cock then placed it between her pussy lips, her wet slickness coating his skin.

“You win,” he said.

One second his cock rested on her slit, and the next he was plunged deep inside her. Holy howls. The sensation ricocheted through her like a mini tidal wave, and a series of tremors vibrated through her entire body. Her moans alternated between growls that made her fear she might shift.

Wade lowered his hands to her waist and pressed his chest against her back. As he eased out, he dragged her earlobe between his teeth and his breath rippled over her skin. Her resolve not to come nearly shattered, forcing her to clutch the sofa arm. When he drove into her once more, fire swept through her.