Diego

The sun was up in the sky and I rolled over, looking for my mate, but she wasn’t around. I sat up, and the scent of food hit my nose. I slipped on my boxers and walked into the kitchen to find bacon and coffee. I laughed to myself. That wasn’t the bacon I was craving.

The kind I wanted was wearing an apron with a pair of tiny shorts and a tank top underneath it.

"Good morning, mi amor," I said, smiling at the sight of her cooking and singing to herself.

"Morning, Diego," she replied, turning her head toward me. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. It was slender for now, but soon it would grow large. I was hard as could be just thinking about making her pregnant. Slowly, I crept one hand lower and the other higher. My hands connected with their intended locations. She gasped as my fingers slipped under her shorts and into her pussy. Fuck, she was soaked.

“Stop, breakfast is almost ready,” she stuttered, tilting her hips forward.

“I’m so hungry for some bacon,” I growled, rubbing my hard cock against her ass. She moaned, leaning her body on my chest. I pulled my hands away, earning a look of disapproval, but I picked her up and tossed her on the kitchen table. I was starving for her. Yanking off her shorts, I pressed them to my face before tossing them to the floor. She sat on the table with her apron and top still on, thighs parted. Her pussy was bared to me as she used her palms to hold herself up. The sight was sexy as fuck. I bit my lip then dropped to my knees.

“Diego, please,” she begs, her eyes staring deep into mine. I dip a finger into her sweetness, and she clenches around it. I give my girl a wink before running my tongue up and down her slit. I hit the nub that holds all her nerves with the tip of my tongue, repeatedly slashing her clit. Diana pulls one hand from the table and wraps it around my head, pushing my face on her pretty little cunt. I suck up every drop as she comes on my tongue.

My body was burning with need. I had to fucking come inside her or I'd go crazy. “Take it off,” I order as I stand and part her thighs some more. Pulling my cock from my boxers, I push my way into her tight pussy in one thrust. We grunt at the same time, feeling the squeeze. I lean over her with my hands on the table supporting my weight. “Bésame, mi vida,” I demand, slamming my mouth to hers. The kiss took on a new level when she bit my lip. Chests heaving, I start driving into her pussy until she’s ready to come again.

“Come for me,” I murmur against her lips. Feeling her pulse around me, I add, “You’re going to be on all fours in a minute. I want to have you every way I can with your pussy creaming on my cock. Come, baby. Squeeze me. That’s right, fuck you’re going to be walking around funny for the next damn week.” And there she went, her body clinging to me as she shook out every ounce of her release. I lift her off the table with my hands on her round ass, and fuck my cum into her depths.

“Now, how about I finish breakfast for you, my love?” she asks before I set her down in the bathroom.

“I could go for that. Let’s get cleaned up.” We hit the shower and take our time washing every inch of our bodies. She slips on a pair of jeans that hug her figure, effectively keeping me hard. Her top is loose, but accentuates her breasts. I toss on a plain grey tee and jeans.

“Diego, tell me more about you,” she says as she continues cooking the bacon and eggs. I knew it was time to tell her the truth about us.

“I’m a wolf shifter. I can change when I please. Of course, when no one is around.”

“Wow, that’s crazy and pretty freaking neat.”

“You’re not flipping out at all.”

“I know, which is nothing like who I really am. I’m straight forward, take the task at hand and live in my rational world without excitement. Then you come in, turn my world a full one-eighty and I’m fine with it.” She continues to work at the stove, shrugging at the lack of worry. “Tell me more while I finish this. I want to know as much about you as I can before I get all excited again.

Did she have to go there? I growled, “Sure thing.” She turned and pouted which had my dick twitching as I eyed her lips. I shook it off and said, “Well, I’m thirty and the oldest of the three. My parents are currently living in Spain on our family ranch.”

“Do you have like…livestock?” she asked, her hesitation evident. I knew what she thought and couldn’t help myself.

With a straight face, I replied, “Sheep.” She covered her mouth, trying to swallow the laugh that was on the surface. I loved the way she blushed. The urge to take her again crossed my mind.

“Go on, laugh, but they taste great.” I smiled and gave her a wink, taking a sip of my coffee.

She scowled at me, but still had a grin on her face. “Here’s your food, sorry it’s cooked.” She set a plate on the table in front of me. It looked delicious, but her nipples were hard and caught my attention.

“Thanks, Diana,” I stammered, staring at her chest and licking my lips.

“Stop ogling. Eat.” She took her seat and immediately started eating, completely ignoring me. I laughed because she was so cute even when she was annoyed with me.

“Tell me about your work,” I said. It was her turn to share more about herself. Well, at least the things I didn’t already know.

“I’m an architect for a decent size office. It’s not the greatest, but we all have to start somewhere.” She seemed proud when she said she was an architect, but with the rest her voice fell flat.

“Do you like it?”

“I love designing and planning, letting the vision in my head play out on paper or my drafting computer.” The smile shone through her words and I could tell it was her passion. I loved it. A thought popped in my head. Our businesses worked in tandem with one another.

“Do you want your own firm?” I asked, wondering how she felt about bosses or if it was just the place she was at.

“Kind of. I like what I do, but my designs are different than what they want from me. So, I’d like to be my own boss, but that means stepping away from the design table and handling owner type issues.” Ah, then my idea would be perfect for her and me. Of course, this was a way to get her closer to me.

“That I understand. So how about this? You work for Lopez Properties as a designer. You’re your own boss, but leave the business aspect to us.”

“I can’t let you do that,” she contested. I had a feeling she wasn’t going to just do as I pleased.

Hey, I’m a wolf shifter. Okay, awesome. Let me help you with your dreams. I can’t do that. I mentally rolled my eyes. “Why not? We’re in this together, for life. I’d rather see you happy and doing what you love. It’s not going to cost more than anything else. So, at worst I have an employee who doodles all day with shit I can’t use or an amazing addition to the team who is worth more than I could ever imagine. You know they say since social media a lot of business productivity is lost to the Internet. I’m sure I have people wasting our money at least an hour a day.”

“I see that at my work too.” She sat there lost in thought for a minute. I waited patiently for a response. It wasn’t like she was going to say no. One week of us apart for twelve hours and I knew she would be running to me or I’d go to her job and toss her ass over my shoulder and walk out the damn door. “I guess that would mean we’d get to see each other more.”

“Damn right. I usually do about ten to twelve hours a day. If you worked with me, then we’d only be apart several hours.”

“Well, it would still be most of the day because we wouldn’t be working side by side.”

“Why not? Shit, you can sit next to me all day and do nothing and I’d be happy with that,” I confessed. “How much are they paying you?”

“A little over 50k.” It was a decent amount, but nothing I couldn’t easily match.

“Then you can definitely leave, and if you never wanted to work again that’s up to you.”

“We’ll get there when the time comes,” she added, looking at me like I was pushing. I was, but I’d let that go for now.

“I still want you to leave your job,” I said. Even if she didn’t want to stay home, I preferred her away from the job that was clearly not making her happy and was practically on the other side of town.

“Why?” she asked, wondering about my motives. I was going to be honest because it is what it is. She was it for me.

“Because I have to travel sometimes and I’d hate to miss having you by my side.”

“You travel a lot?” I heard a curious sadness.

I shrugged. It would be more if I didn’t get to see her even one night. “Not too much, but I was in Spain visiting my parents and working on a contract build when our siblings met last month. We would have met if I’d been in town.”

“I don’t want to be away from you,” she admitted. The look in her eyes had me out of my chair and pulling her up from her seat and into my arms. She was about to cry and that didn’t fly with me. “I’ve missed you since the station and I didn’t understand it. Now that I do, handling that doesn’t seem feasible to me.”

“You never have to be, Diana. I won’t let that happen.” I pressed her head against my chest and rocked her slowly.

I stepped back slightly and tipped her chin to look at me. She was unbelievably beautiful. “What happens when I’m having a baby and can’t travel?” she asked, a bit calmer and relaxed in my arms.

The thought of her having my baby sent a rush of feral desire through me. Cavemen had shit on me. The only reason I wasn’t taking her again was because she’s got to be sore as fuck and I never want to hurt her. “Then I won’t. I could send someone else or it could wait. First and most important will always be you. We’re fated to each other and it means more than our bodies forced us that way. It’s because we’re a perfect match. You’re mine and I’m yours. The past month of stalking you has been hell.” It was hell times ten. I felt like it was killing me to see her, unable to hold or talk to her.

“Why didn’t you introduce yourself earlier?” she demanded to know, swatting my chest.

I took her hand and brought it to my lips, kissed it with love, then informed her, “Mi corazón, do you remember the burning you felt? My body was in constant heat even being near you. I wanted to do more than kiss you, but I couldn’t.”

“Why? What would happen?” I was kind of embarrassed to say that I never had a hard on before, but at least that meant I came to her as pure as she did me.

“Nothing. My cock wouldn’t get hard. I had to wait until the full moon. The longing would be intense to the point of keeling over and still nothing.”

“Wait! We only get to have sex one time a month? I call some bullshit on the supernatural on that one,” she exclaimed tossing her hands up in outrage. Her face hardened in anger as she shook her head in disbelief.

I laughed. If true that would suck epically, but it wasn’t and her response was priceless. “No, the mating happens then. We can as many times as we want from now on.”

She swept her hand across her face in relief. “Oh…that was a close one. If that was the case, I wouldn’t need to eat or anything for the full moon cycle.”

I chuckled, “Me either.”

“What do you want to do?” she asked while lazily rubbing my cock through the front of my pants, causing my pre-cum to coat my boxers. They were clinging to my thighs and I wanted to toss her on the table and fuck her brains out.

“Besides take you back to bed?” I questioned. “Maybe we can go for a walk before the weather turns.”

“Okay. Will you shift for me?” She looked at me like she was ten asking for a pony. Her eyes widened and a huge grin spread over her face.

“I can if you want,” I said, kissing her forehead and taking in her scent. The emotions she brought out in me were something too deep to describe. For a month I watched her, took in her little quirks, read up on her past and damn, I was in love without even knowing it.

“Does it hurt? I mean in the movies they make it look painful.” She scrunched up her face at the thought of the pain. Everything she did was adorably sexy to me.

“No, it doesn’t. I believe we release a type of dopamine that allows the change to happen without pain and fast.”

“I feel like I have a thousand questions.” She smiled guiltily. It was only fair that she asked them.

“It’s natural for you to ask all the questions you want. Let’s go outside so you can, then I’ll strip and shift.”

“Let me get ready.” She stepped away and moved toward the bedroom.

“Maybe take a sweater. The weather is supposed to be cooler than yesterday.”

“Yes, dear.” She rolled her eyes with a smile, then walked out of the kitchen.