The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 95: Chapter 95

Michael worked with Elissa, whose laboring lasted for seven long hours. The delivery was rough since the baby was breached, and an even bigger surprise, was the fact baby number one was a twin.
“Two cubs!” the Neta shouted his joy.
Both delivered right after midnight, the entire Pride had turned out around the Pride House to celebrate.
“No wonder she’d craved all that food,” Jessica whispered.
“Yeah, just in the last few days I saw her she ate like double the amount of protein I did when I was pregnant with Paulie,” Pamela offered.
“And yet, no scan revealed that she was carrying multiples,” Brayden added, shaking his big Bearish head.
“They are so beautiful.” Tears of joy rolled down the Neta’s face as he held both little girls in his arms. Elissa drifted off, her body healing itself of the wear and tear of natural birth.
“They are,” Kylie agreed, before Hunter bent down, dropping a kiss on his sleeping wife’s brow.
“She did very well, Neta,” Michael said and smiled as his nurse, who’d arrived late, took the cubs, and placed them in the bassinet next to the sleeping new mother.
“Thank you, Mikey, from the bottom of my heart,” Hunter told his friend and Healer, before turning to sit closer to his mate.
Michael nodded to his nurse, then he and Kylie both left the room quietly. The air seemed charged with the turbulent emotions, and not just because of Michael and Kylie went through, but because of what they had all experienced together.
“You have my number in case of an emergency,” Michael told the nurse, his hand possessively resting on his mate’s arm.
“Of course, and I’ll stay through the night. I just charged my tablet,” she replied, waving the small device happily. “My plan is to read my favorite romance author’s new series in between checking on our patients.”
“Oooh, what’s it about?” Kylie inquired.
“Oh, it’s a hoot! This series is about these feisty witches and their Shifter mates!”
Marina waggled her eyebrows, and Kylie smiled, laughing with her as the woman followed the mated pair out of the room. She was a widow and part of the Pride. The she-Tiger was also a registered nurse and one of the best he had ever worked with. Went to sit behind her desk with her latest bounty of ebooks.
The woman could not seem to get enough of them, and Michael didn’t mind if she read on the job as long as she got her work finished. Elissa’s she-Tiger was already hard at work healing the Nari, and the young were doing well, so it should be a smooth night for all.
Michael was dead tired and wanted a shower, but more than that, he wanted to get Kylie home and alone. He had not been able to pay much attention to her after the cubs had been born. His chest tightened, and his pulse raced, squeezing her arm where he held it, Michael hurried them back to their home. At least, he hoped it was going to be theirs.
“Come on,” she said, calming his amped up nerves with her sultry voice.
Kylie led the way through the empty living room and kitchen, down the hallway to the master bedroom. His cock pulsed inside his pants, and he knew he should give her time to get over what had happened, but he could not stop wanting her.
She walked them both inside the enormous bathroom he’d recently refurbished with dark blue glass tile, accented with flecks of green the same color as her eyes. The effect was gorgeous, like they were standing in the Mediterranean when in reality they were in their own home.
She turned to face him, her face full of such heat, he almost tripped over his own feet. Kylie held his gaze as she turned on the faucet to the shower and stripped away her clothes.
Fucking hell.
She was so beautiful. Petite and perfect with dusky tipped breasts and pale skin, he could not stop touching. He loved the way her soft belly molded to his hard body, the gentle flare of her hips, and that superb peach of an ass he wanted to nibble on for a day or two.
Kylie had the kind of body built for loving, and he planned on loving her until the day he died. Maybe longer.
“You still have your clothes on,” she whispered, breaking his concentration as she stepped backwards into the large shower stall.
Rivulets of water streamed down her body, caressing every nook and cranny. Countless glistening beads of water, like thousands of little diamond droplets, kissed her skin, making her sleek and shiny. Like his very own treasured jewel.
Michael didn’t hesitate. He stripped off his clothing and walked forward. Naked, heart on the line, fully erect and aching, he stepped into the stream of warm water and joined his mate.
“Mine,” Michael growled, feeling the truth of his words with every fiber of his being.
A soul-deep rumbling began in his stomach, spreading through his chest and finally spilling out of his mouth as he found her lips with his in the shower. Kylie was ready, waiting, willing, and she opened for him like a flower waiting for the sun.
Humbled and honored, he kissed, and kissed, and kissed her some more, not rushing what was going to be a spectacular reunion—already was as far as he was concerned. His Tiger was right there with him, the beast fully aware and paying close attention to every response and reaction from his mate.
Her pleasure was his only goal. Securing her safety and her love, his every intention. Michael waited a beat, growling softly as Kylie broke their kiss, watching intently as his sexy little mate took soap and washed his body.
She knelt down on the tiled floor of the enormous shower stall and started with his feet. He murmured a protest, but she shushed him and continued her journey.
“Let me, please, Michael,” she whispered, and he found he could not deny her a thing.
His love swelled as readily as his cock as Kylie massaged his skin with her soft, sudsy hands and rinsed his limbs with the warm water. It was all he could do not to reach out and touch her, but something held him still.
“You don’t have to do this, ma petite chaton,” he said when he saw what she was about to do.
“I want you,” she replied easily enough, and he hissed as he watched her place her hands on his hips, eye level with his straining dick.
Holy motherfucking shit.
His innocent little mate was going to take him into her mouth, and Michael almost came just from the image it presented in his mind. His Tiger growled fiercely, loving that she would do this, that she would trust him in this way.
Fingers running through her hair, he found her pink highlight she’d added to her golden locks, and he smiled. There it was her hidden wild streak. And it was just another of the many surprises he loved about her.
Michael braced himself as, with her celery green eyes glued to his, his beautiful little kitten leaned her blonde head forward and took the tip of his cock between her plump pink lips. She kissed the head and moved down the length of his shaft. Caressing his balls with her mouth before returning to wrap those lips around the tip once more.
Michael groaned as Kylie grew bolder, licking the slit and swallowing the little pearl of precum that dotted his mushroomed head. He hissed, grabbing her head gently with one hand, holding her steady, he rocked his hips and started fucking her mouth.