Azalea looked at the ultrasound picture of her baby and felt overwhelming happiness. As she and Liam left the clinic, he put his arm around her waist. Pregnancy hormones surged; the sight of the photo and the thought of her mate ignited an immediate, intense desire. Liam was more than happy to oblige. He tried to hurry, but her shorter strides slowed them down. By the time they reached the pack house, he’d had enough, scooping her up and carrying her to their room.

He kicked the door shut behind him. He carried her to the bed and gently set her down. His eyes were dark, likely from the scent of her arousal. He cupped her face and kissed her hungrily.

“Mmm,” she murmured against his lips. When he broke the kiss, she said, “Liam, I want Gavin.”

“You sure?” he asked, breathlessly. She nodded timidly. He closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling several times. Then, his posture shifted—shoulders back, chest and chin slightly forward—exuding confidence and possessiveness.

“Hello, Little Mate,” he said. Azalea felt her cheeks flush. Sometimes, she simply needed Gavin to satisfy her. He leaned over her, his fists on the bed on either side of her. His pupils were dilated. He inhaled deeply from her neck, sending shivers through her body without a word.

“What do you want, Little Mate?” he whispered, gently kissing and nipping at her neck and shoulder, teasing around her mark.

“Take me,” she breathed. His teasing was setting her skin on fire. He growled into her neck.

“My pleasure,” he said. He grabbed her hips, flipped her onto her stomach, and pulled down her pants and panties, tossing them aside. He squeezed her buttocks, then gripped her hips, pulling her closer. He reached under her, spreading her legs and slowly stroking her. She trembled under his touch.

“You are very ready, aren’t you, Little Mate?” he asked. She nodded. He teased her, then, undoing his pants, slapped her bottom hard. She yelped.

“Words,” he demanded.

“Yes,” she said quickly. He rubbed her now-pink skin as he positioned himself behind her. He paused, teasing her until she whimpered. She imagined his cocky smirk as he entered her fully. He began pumping, his hands gripping her hips, controlling the rhythm. Her initial eagerness turned into intense pressure in her lower abdomen. He increased his pace, pounding her harder. She moaned under his invasion.

He pulled her hair, arching her back against him. He maintained his rhythm, finding the perfect angle. He held her hair, her knees her only support. His other hand moved under her shirt, unclasping her bra, releasing her breasts. Their pregnancy-enhanced size clearly pleased him. He kneaded one harshly. She practically screamed as he accelerated. His mouth found her neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks.

He released her hair and moved his hand to her clitoris, rubbing it quickly. She knew she wouldn’t last much longer. He nipped her earlobe before saying, in a low tone, “Not just yet.”

“Please,” she begged. He twisted her nipples. “Gavin, please, now!” He smiled against her skin. He positioned his mouth over her mark. She knew what he was about to do, and she wouldn't be able to control herself. He blew on the sensitive skin, raising goosebumps. “Please,” she whimpered.

“Okay,” he whispered, slamming into her harder, pinching her nipple and biting her mark. It sent her over the edge. Her body convulsed, triggering his release. Her legs trembled with adrenaline.

He kissed her jaw and cheek. She leaned against him as she came down from the high. His grip shifted from possessive to tender. She rested her head on his shoulder, and he smiled down at her.

“Better?” he asked. She gave him a satisfied smile. He withdrew, scooped her legs up, and lifted her. “I think it’s time for my Little Luna to relax,” he said softly, carrying her to the bathroom. He sat her on the counter and kissed her.

“Why don’t I run you a bath and get you a book? I’ll have dinner brought up, and you can soak for a while,” he suggested.

She laughed. “You know I’m not mad anymore, right?” she asked. He kissed her again.

“I know,” he said. He left to run the bath, adding her favorite bubble bath—it smelled like fresh rain in the woods, reminding her of him. Liam had installed a new tub while she was pregnant with Leo. It had gentle jets and kept the water warm, which helped with her back pain. She hadn’t had much time to enjoy it lately. He lit candles before returning, kissing her again before removing her shirt. She slid her bra straps down and wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled lovingly.

“You don’t want to join me?” she asked hopefully.

“I want to, but someone should eat with the boys. Also, Vlad has returned,” he said softly.

“How do you know?” she asked.

“Felix linked me while my uncle was checking the pup,” he explained.

“Be nice, please,” she pleaded.

“I will,” he promised. “Now let’s get you relaxing so I can get my pregnant mate some food.”

She laughed and nodded. He helped her into the bath. He held her hand as she lowered herself into the warm water. Her legs were already sore. He left to retrieve her book, returning fully dressed and placing it on the tray beside the tub. She relaxed, breathing in the scent of the candles and enjoying the jets.

After a few minutes, she sat up, pulled her hair into a bun, and dried her hands. She started reading. Liam returned with a tray of food. She looked at him questioningly.

He smirked. “I may have already planned to bring my beautiful mate one of her favorites tonight,” he said. He set down a dish of homemade macaroni, dinner rolls, sliced fruit, milk, and juice.

“Thank you,” she said, leaning forward. He bent down to kiss her.

“Relax for a while, baby. Link me when you’re done,” he said gently. She nodded and kissed him before he left her to her candlelit, bubble bath dinner.