Chapter 51

Naming the pups wasn't that hard. Since Aiden wanted to name the first born which was the girl, he named her Raven. He said since she was so energetic compared to her brother, it suited her, but I think he gave her that because she got his jet black hair.

I was tasked with naming our boy, and from the very first time I held him, I knew. I knew that he had to be Rafe, meaning the council of the wolves. He was after all going to be the next alpha.

The pups had been put to bed when I found Aiden in the kitchen drinking coffee. He was standing, I didn't care that he was occupied. I barrowed my way to his front and wrapped my arms around his middle area, hugging him so tightly.

"I missed you" I say with my face planted in the middle of his chest. He sets the coffee mug down and wraps his own big protective arms around me. "I'm sorry" he says. "You don't have to keep apologizing" I tell him.

He squeezes me tight " No its not ok Bella, I left you all alone, I left you with nothing more but pain. I can't bear to think that I left you to go through all that alone. What if something had happened to you, what if…"

Getting on my tippy toes I cover his mouth. I've had had enough of these depressing thoughts. All I could think about was the hunger boiling in my loins. You would think that giving birth would stop a woman from getting mated but for me? It was different. You would think my vagina was sore and stretched after giving birth. Maybe it was, but I was not having it. I needed to be mated, hard and fast.

The kiss was sweet, it felt like Aiden was still saying sorry through the kiss. I didn't want sweet, no, I wanted to get bruised. Yes I wanted it that bad. But how to get him there, mhh.

I slipped my hand through his black clean shirt, running my fingers over his hard body. Feeling him everywhere. Enticing him. Soon there was a tent on the sweats he wore without having to touch him on that part. This was why I loved my husband. I didn't have to work hard to get him to want me. He seemed to want me all the time.

After seeing the one body part I wanted to be reacquainted with, I instantly forget about everything else. I get on my knees in front of him, not waiting for permission, I spring him free from the sweats. He was hard and pulsing in my hands. I swiped at the bead of moisture forming at the tip of his head with my finger. He lets out a little moan, "Put it in your mouth baby"

YES! I liked it when he got demanding, it just means less work for me and a good time for me too. I start to lick from the base all the way up to where another bead is forming. I lick it, tasting him, he tasted bitter and sweet at the same time. Getting the whole of him in my mouth without gaging is difficult given the huge size of him, but I did.

Alternating from sucking him to licking him to gaging on him, I want to show him, I want to show him just how much hunger I carried for him. Maybe that way he won't leave me alone again. It still hurt, but it was pointless thinking about it when he clearly needed space.

Not anymore, he had his space and now it was filled with me and the babies. I don't want to give him any more reason to think that he was better off himself on some secluded mountain somewhere.

I loved him and he needed to understand this. I kept on sucking on him before he took a step back and caused my mouth to pop with the release of him from my mouth. I whimper disapprovingly and give him puppy eyes.

He just shakes his head and says "I want in you, I want when I cum, I cum in you." As simple as that I was being carried to our bedroom. The bedroom that I and my pups slept in alone, without Aiden for two nights straight.

He gently lays me down on the bed, but what happens after is not so gentle. He makes quick work of removing my clothes and his, dumping them on the floor. He doesn't wait to get to me, he is instantly there with me on the bed.

I had my legs spread wide. I didn't want to wait and so did he. Without checking he knew that I was ready for him. He comes in-between my thighs and positions himself driving home to the place that will provide warmth for him and me.

At first he was going in slowly, taking his time but I could see that it took everything in him to control this pace. I did not want control. I wanted that wild fire he was trying to keep in check. "Harder" I say.

He looks at me and something changes in him. He went feral, that wild fire I wanted burst in its seams. He was no longer gentle. He pounded into me over and over again without mercy. I didn't need mercy, I needed the devil himself to show me what a good pounding could do to an innocent woman like myself.

The force of his length hitting my uterus was painful, not the painful I felt when I was giving birth. This was a different pain, it was a delicious pain. So sweet and bitter. If you had told me earlier that pain was sweet, I would have bet all my money denying that fact. This felt like heaven.