Hybrid Reclaimed by J.L. Wilder
up for it?” Dov asked. “You know we don’t have to.”
Lacey nodded. “I know,” she said. “But I want you. As long as we’re careful with what we do, everything should be all right.”
“I can’t actually fuck you. Not until you’ve healed.”
She smiled. “There are other things we can do for each other.”
That was certainly the truth. And Dov couldn’t deny that he wanted those things. Still…it was less than twenty-four hours since their son had been born. Wasn’t it too soon for this?
“I don’t know,” she said, almost as if she was answering his thought. “I can’t explain what’s going on with me, Dov. I’ve never really spoken to any shifters who have given birth before. Is this normal for us? Is it normal for me to be so turned on so soon?”
“I have no idea,” Dov said.
“But you wouldn’t leave me wanting.”
“Tell me what you want.” He traced the line of her hip. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll tell you if it’s something I feel comfortable doing.”
“I just want to be with you. I want to feel you.”
“We can definitely do that.”
His lips found her neck. Fuck, she smelled good. She always smelled so good.
“I want your hands on me,” she said.
He slid his hand up from her hip to her breast. She was so full, so much larger than she’d been when he had first met her. It was wildly hot. He moved his thumb over her nipple, which had also swollen up in the wake of her pregnancy, and she shivered and let out a moan of pleasure.
“You could probably make me come like that,” she whispered. “Will you try?”
“Do you really think so?”
“I’m so fucking sensitive. And I need it, Dov. I need you.”
He couldn’t say no to her. He didn’t even want to.
He pulled her up to sit between his legs, guiding her to lean back against his chest. Now he could reach around to cup her breasts, to play with both of her nipples at the same time. She arched into his touch and moaned. “Fuck, Dov, yeah.”
“This is good?” She would tell him if anything was uncomfortable for her. He had to rely on that.
She was gasping. She nodded. “So good. Please don’t stop.”
He could feel himself getting hard and thought that she could probably feel it too. Fuck, she was responsive. She was always responsive, but something about pregnancy and childbirth must have woken up new levels of sensitivity in her body. At his slightest touch, she squirmed and moaned, and he felt dizzy just thinking about how wet she must be. He longed to fuck her.
But it will keep. This is enough for today.
He could see that she had been right. He was going to be able to make her come with these touches. It wasn’t even going to take that much effort.
He pinched her nipples gently, then circled them. She was whining now, her head thrown back on his shoulder, her heels digging into the dirt.
“You’re so hot,” he groaned. He was so hard now that it was impossible to imagine she couldn’t feel it. “Are you gonna come for me, baby?”
With a cry of elation, she spasmed in his arms, and he pressed his palms to her breasts and held her against him until she lay still, gasping.
Then she looked up at him. “I want you to fuck my mouth,” she said.
“Lacey, you don’t have to—”
“Please, Dov. I want to taste you. I want to feel you. I need it. Please.”
It was all the invitation he needed. He turned and straddled her, lining himself up with her mouth.
Lacey reached up and embraced his hips, pulling him close to her, kissing along the length of him before swallowing him.
Dov groaned as she massaged the underside of his cock with her tongue. He rocked his hips slowly, not wanting to set a punishing pace but unable to resist the urge to fuck. She felt so good; it was as if his whole body was melting into her mouth.
She gripped the meat of his ass and pulled him in deeper.
She hummed around him, and Dov saw stars. His knees began to shake.
Lacey released him just long enough to look up at him and say, “I want you to fuck my mouth, Dov. I’m not going to break. Do it.”
He didn’t have it in him to turn down a request like that. With a moan of resignation and desire, he thrust back into her warm, welcoming mouth, reveling in the feel of her soft lips on him, the stroke and curl of her tongue, the way she tipped her head back to accommodate him.
And then he was coming hard and feeling her swallow around him, and his legs buckled, and Lacey reached up and caught his hand in hers just in time to help him lower himself onto the ground without falling.
Dov landed on his hands and knees, his head hanging. It took him a moment to recover enough to roll to one side to sit next to her.
She leaned into him, and he wrapped his arm around her.
“I knew we’d be able to make it work,” she said quietly.
“You liked that?”
She huffed out a laugh. “Are you kidding?”
“Who knew we could have great sex the day after you gave birth?”
“Not me. But that one definitely belongs in the hall of fame,” she said. “We just needed to get a little creative with it.”
She paused for a moment. “But promise you’ll fuck me the minute I’m good for it,” she said, mock-sternly.
Dov couldn’t help it—he burst out laughing.
“That’s going to be the easiest promise I’ve ever kept,” he said and kissed her forehead.