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“That’s better.” He pats the plug, jostling it. I gasp, and he chuckles evilly. “Stand up, baby.”

I look up at him, confusion sweeping through me. But he nods gently, helping me rise to my feet.

I’m still shaky, my knees tremble, and my stomach cramps. But it does feel better to stretch my arms above my head, letting my stiff joints crack.

“Look at you, baby.” Arden sits back into the sofa, his cock in his fist as he adjusts himself. “You’re pregnant with my seed.”

A reverberating purr fills the cabin as his chest vibrates.

I slide my hands around my belly, feeling how tight my skin is, the way it bulges. “You’re silly. I can’t get pregnant.”

He grins up at me, licking his canines. “But I can sure try.”

A shiver melts down my spine. He can try all he likes, I absolutely won’t complain. With the heat burning in his gaze and the way his cock twitches in his fist, I feel beautiful. A marvel.

“As much as I love the way you look at me, I’m sore and sticky,” I mumble, feeling the way my muscles burn with exhaustion.

Arden is by my side in a flash, picking me up and carrying me down the hallway to the bedroom. “I can’t have you sore and sticky.” He places me on the edge of the bed, the plug pressing deeper inside. My flower crown rests on the pillow, the flowers still glowing with their vibrant colors. Beside me, Arden gives his cock one final tug before it slips back inside his slit.

Kneeling at my feet, he strokes my sides, his eyes darting across my body. “There’s one more thing you need to know.”

I nod. I trust him.

With a sigh, he rights his hair over the back of his shoulders. “My mom knows about us. When I picked the Lupin’s, every Sasquatch shifter in the valley felt it. She’ll be here tomorrow to meet you.”

“Oh,” is all I can say.

He’s spoken fondly of his parents, but it never occurred to me that I’d be meeting them this soon.

Arden continues, “She’ll probably come early, maybe around ten. But she’ll be in her Sasquatch form.”

I chew the inside of my lip. “Is she scary?”

He chuckles, finding my borrowed pants on the floor and sliding my feet into each leg hole. “She’s tall, like me. But she’s not scary. She actually wears specially made clothing to fit her Sasquatch form.”

I let Arden dress me as he slides the pants under my legs. I lift my lips, and he buckles the belt before turning to the shirt and jacket.

“Do you have special clothes too?” I ask.

Arden hums, helping me into my shirt. “I do, but I save them for special occasions when I’m around my family.”

“I guess even with your fur you’re practically naked,” I chuckle.

Arden laughs with me before rolling the jacket over my shoulder and zipping it up. “I guess I am. But I like it.”

Carrying me from the bed to the front door, Arden steps into the darkness of the night. The air is still and quiet; stars twinkle high above us as I’m carried against his chest.

“We need a torch,” I whisper, blinking against the blackening void of the forest.

“I can see perfectly fine, baby.”

Arden’s feet crunch the snow, an owl hoots in the distance, and I snuggle in deeper to his chest, fighting the shivers. I’m not cold, but my muscles ache and cramp, my stomach still swells with seed, and my eyes feel like lead weights.

“I’m sorry,” Arden rumbles. “I went too hard for your first time. I lost myself in the mating.”

I stroke my fingers through the soft hair along his chest, feeling the divot between his pecs. “I liked it. I felt wanted.”

He pauses his stride to look down at me, his eyes twinkling in the pale moonlight. “I want you more than I want to breathe, sweet thing.”