Chapter 205

Justin’s POV

We locked the door behind us, and I grabbed the edge of Helen’s shirt, lifting it off over her head. She didn’t have a bra on, and her breasts greeted me with a tantalizing bounce and stiff nipples. I bent, taking one in my mouth and running my tongue across the raised pink button.

Helen moaned and stroked the back of my head with one hand. With the other, she undid the button on my jeans, sliding her hand inside the pants and gripping my shaft through the fabric of my boxers. My cock throbbed at her touch.

I’d had to work to hold myself back this time. I didn’t want to come before she was ready again. Especially since . . .

“Helen,” I panted. “I want you to have my pup. Are you willing to have a baby with me?”

She faltered a moment. “I thought there were issues. I thought you had to have sex with me in your lycan form, and that was too dangerous.”

I pulled my shirt off, then hugged her to me so our naked torsos were pressed together. The heat from our skin mingled and tempted me to continue without the conversation. But she needed to hear this, to make an informed choice.

“Those were issues, but I don’t think they are anymore.”

“How?” She looked up at me curiously.

“Well, first of all, I’ve spent months working with Beowulf to get control of him. And I’m confident in that control now. We were both tested this last week. Every time the Huntsman sent another video, and tonight in the forest. But I never lost control, not once.”

I ran my fingertips across the silk skin on her back, enjoying the curve of her body. “And I also realized that we’re thinking about having sex with me as a lycan the wrong way.”

“I don’t understand,” she said.

“I didn’t either, at first. But think about it. All I have to do is come inside you as a lycan. The rest of the sex can be had like normal. All I need to do is pause and shift right before I ejaculate. That means I only have to control Beowulf for a few thrusts. I’m positive I can do that if you’re still willing to have my child.”

Helen’s eyes sparkled with tears, and she gripped my arms. “I’ve wanted that for a long time. I’d just started to lose hope.”

I let my hands wander down to her butt, gripped her cheeks, and ground our hips together. “Do you want that tonight?”

“Do you?” she murmured.

“Yes. I wanted you to bear my child before. And I realize that we still have healing to do as a couple. But we can work on that during your pregnancy. I think Beowulf will be much more manageable if we have concrete proof you’re wholly my mate. And I think mothering his lycan pup will do that, reassure him, I mean.”

“But only if you want to,” I tacked on. I really didn’t know what she’d been through emotionally with the Huntsman. I didn’t want to make it worse.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “Please. Put me in heat.”

I dropped to my knees, taking her pants and underwear with me. Then I guided her leg up, so her foot rested on the changing bench. Then I put my face between her legs.

Helen whimpered, gripping at my head. I ran my tongue across her once, then stopped. A wave of red fury washed through me, nearly setting Beowulf free. I could smell and taste the Huntsman. This wasn’t going to work.

Pulling back, I replaced my tongue with my fingers. Helen had time to toss me one curious look before my fingers slid in a circle around her clit, coaxing her to relax. I couldn’t put my face in there, not when she smelled like another man.

But if I wanted to reclaim Helen for myself, I’d have to calmly work through this. And making her feel guilty about his scent would only hurt her. That stupid spell was to blame, not my mate.

Her folds quickly became wet, and my fingers flew faster. She shuddered, and I smelled a new scent take over her body. This scent drew me to her like a magnet.

Helen was in heat.

I didn’t know if it was her body responding to being with me. Relief that she wasn’t with the Huntsman anymore. Or the promise of a child. But whatever. The reason didn’t matter.

My body responded to hers instantly, and my erection pulsed painfully. I hurried to my feet and thrust up inside her.

Helen gasped, arching her back and gripping my butt, using her arms to help me thrust as deeply as possible. The scent of her turned my head, and my body moved desperately, needing to breed her as if it were a matter of life and death.

Over and over, I pounded myself into her so deeply that my balls slapped against her skin. She moaned desperately, wiggling her hips to gain the necessary stimulation. One hand clung to my shoulder, and the other gripped my ass as if she could jam the two of us together into one.

Warmth zipped all over my body, and my breathing grew ragged. Pressure built inside me. I wasn’t going to be able to wait for her for long.

Slipping my hand between us, I rubbed at her clit, willing her to hurry up and get there. Her body tensed, and her rubbing against me shifted and hardened.

“I’m going to come,” she warned.

I gave in to my primal instincts, letting Beowulf take over and shift. I’d never shifted in the middle of sex before. Strange sensations ripped through my body, the most exciting being the change in my cock. It was now huge and pressed against the tight, slick wall of Helen’s vag.

My next thrust sent a scream from her, and her nails dug into the flesh of my shoulder and ass. It was all Beowulf needed. With a guttural snarl, he shot his load deep inside her. His body jerked in reflexive thrusts without pulling out. His balls shuddered against her taint as they emptied.

Before he could do anything stupid, I forced him to shift back.

Helen fell against my shoulder, panting. I continued rubbing myself inside her as my cock slowly softened. Helen clung to me, continuing little whimpers of residual pleasure.

I kissed her neck and her cheek. “Are you happier? You know what this means, right?”

She nodded against my shoulder. “It means we’re going to have a baby. And as for how I feel, I’m torn. Everything that happened in the last few days still haunts me. But I’m sure it does the same to you.”

She snuggled deeper against me. “But this has also cleared up the last of my doubts about you. You’ve worked so hard to control Beowulf that even mating was safe. You’ve learned to forgive and forget things that are outside our control. I feel like we can truly move forward as a couple at last.”

I ran my lips around the rim of her ear, soaking in the feeling of our togetherness. This is what I’d wanted to feel like with Helen from the moment Beowulf claimed her as my mate. It’s just too bad the road to true happiness had been so full of horrible things.

“I agree,” I murmured in her ear. “It feels like we’ve finally come home. And the rest, we’ll work on together.”