Sexy Beast III. Morgan Hawke

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head. “Thank you, my love. What’s that cost? It’s got to be around thirty thousand a week.”

      Anton chuckled as she rubbed her belly against his back. “Yep. And worth every penny. I hope you realize our daughter just kicked me in the back.”

      “You deserve it, for being such a poop about taking me on this trip.” She slipped around to his side, slid her once slim figure down onto Anton’s lap, and draped her arms over his shoulders. “Stop obsessing, okay? I will be fine. Xandi will be fine, and the babies will come on time. Relax. We’ll have fun. There is no way I’m going to miss Luc and Tia’s wedding.”

      Anton wrapped his fingers around the back of her head, tangled them in the thick, wavy mass of her hair, and pulled her face toward his. He kissed her, slow and deep, his tongue brushing the full curve of her lower lip, raking over her teeth, and then tangling with her tongue.

      He fucked her mouth slowly, sucking at her lips, his tongue taking her on a smooth, sensual journey that had Keisha mewling deep in her throat, squirming against his growing erection, and kissing him back until both of them strained against the clothing keeping them apart.

      “Are you sure?” Anton’s palm smoothed over her gauzy maternity top, following the curve of her belly. “I’m so big,” he said, and she knew it wasn’t bragging or male ego talking but merely a description of the body she loved. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you or the baby.”

      Keisha pulled back far enough to see all of his face, his beloved features creased with worry, the telltale flush to his high cheekbones that told her exactly how aroused he was. How much he wanted her. “So long as we’re careful, big guy…”

      His expression never changed, but he lifted Keisha and carried her across the room to their bed where he stretched her out on the ivory coverlet. She felt like a beached whale. Her belly had grown so big her own body felt alien. Her breasts were ponderous, barely supported in the serviceable bra she’d had to start wearing. How Anton could find this body sexy, Keisha would never understand.

      He undressed her slowly, kissing each bit of skin as he bared it. When he slipped her panties down her legs—thank goodness they at least still looked trim—he trailed his fingers lightly along her thigh to her ankle. Then he dragged his fingertips the length of her leg, leaving shivers in his path. He caressed the curve of her belly where she’d once had a tiny waist, tracing the dark line that ran from her navel to her mound. His feather-light touch left her entire body tingling.

      The last thing he removed was her plain white cotton bra. Her breasts spilled out like huge, brown melons, the areolas wide and flat, her nipples stretched taut. Keisha wanted to cover them, but Anton leaned close and suckled the nipple of first her right breast, then her left. When he pulled away, his lips were shining; her nipples were hard and wet and her sex clenched in needy longing.

      Feeling unaccountably shy, Keisha looked up at his face. The love in Anton’s eyes was almost her undoing. No matter how she felt about herself, she knew Anton looked at her with eyes of love. Worshipped her body now, even in this gravid state.

      He rubbed his thumb over her nipple and the shock went straight to her clit. “No, sweetheart,” he said. “Even more, if that’s possible.”

      “That’s not fair.” She reached up and touched his chest, feeling his heart thundering beneath the crisp white shirt he wore. “You’re snooping in my head.”

      “Of course I am. I love you. Don’t ever think I would find you unattractive. Far from it…you’re lovelier now than ever.” Anton brushed her hair away from her eyes, then stood back and stared at her for so long Keisha almost used her hands to cover herself. Almost.

      Then he removed his clothing, item by item, folding each piece neatly and placing it on the dresser. When he turned back to her he was fully aroused, his cock flushed a dark red, rising up out of its nest of black hair in a long, powerful, gravity-defying arc to his belly. He stood there and stared at her as if memorizing her, and his eyes glittered with emotion. There are no words…

      His thoughts, obviously not meant to be shared, slipped unexpectedly into her mind. Such a slip was unusual for a man of Anton’s power. With his words flowed the feelings he’d been trying to control—his need, his fear for her, his unquenchable love. Keisha held up a hand in invitation. Anton sighed, wrapped her fingers in his, and lay carefully on the bed beside her. He spread his other hand over her belly, his long fingers looking almost ghostly against her dark skin.

      She tried to imagine this child of theirs, born of two races, and wondered if she would be dark like her mother, fair like her father, or a beautiful blend of the them both, like Tia.

      “She’ll be perfect.”

      Keisha almost laughed. There were no secrets with this man. Anton leaned close and kissed her stomach, just below her protruding belly button. She moaned, surprised by the intensity of sensation from a simple kiss. The sound slipped effortlessly from her throat. He traced the curve from hip to groin, his touch gentle yet unaccountably arousing. When he finally dipped his fingers between the swollen folds of her pussy, Keisha cried out and arched into his touch. Damn! She was so sensitive there, all wet and swollen with a combination of pregnancy and desire.

      It felt so good when Anton trailed his long fingers across all her sensitive folds and furrows. When he circled her clit with the tip of one finger, Keisha suddenly climaxed in a warm gush of fluids and a low groan. Gasping for air, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist. “Enough,” she said, laughing. “I’m so sensitive right now.”

      Anton lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean of her juices. His cock bobbed against her hip but he made no move to enter her. She knew he wouldn’t, especially after she’d grabbed his fingers away from her clit.

      Direct touching was a bit much, but there was no way she was going to stop now, not with her body vibrating with ripples of pleasure. Moving awkwardly, Keisha managed to push Anton to his back. “This way I control how deep and what angle, so quit worrying, okay?”

      “If you say so.” He didn’t sound at all certain, but he wrapped his hands around her hips and helped Keisha find a comfortable position.

      She straddled him, rising up on her knees and guiding his erection carefully toward her center. They’d not made love like this for ages, not since she’d gotten so big. As much as she liked oral sex, they’d had to be extra careful even with that…and besides, Keisha needed the feeling of him deep inside, the sense of connection that came only when they made love the old-fashioned way.

      She’d not shifted for what felt like forever, either. Even though her doctor thought it would be okay, none of them knew for sure if there might be any danger to her growing baby. She wasn’t about to risk her baby’s health. Instinctively, all the female Chanku knew, in theory, how to keep the fetus safe when they shifted. Still, after about her sixth month, when she began feeling as awkward on four legs as two, it hadn’t seemed worth the risk.

      As Keisha tilted her hips to the slick length of Anton’s cock slipping over the mouth of her womb, she realized just how very much she’d missed this connection. Even more, how much she missed the powerful sexual union they shared as wolves.

      Her nether lips kissed the thick mat of hair at the root of his penis and she sighed, settling her hips on his upper thighs, tightening her inner muscles around his length and breadth.

      Anton sighed as well. She heard him swallow, and she opened her eyes and saw tears at the corners of his. Keisha reached down and swept the moisture away with her thumbs. “No fear, okay? Make love to me. I’ll tell you if it’s too much. Right now I need you. I need to feel you rocking my world. You make me feel like a woman instead of Moby Keisha.”

      “Moby Keisha? Is that how you see yourself?” He finally smiled, clasped her hips even tighter in his long fingers, and helped her as she lifted herself slowly off his cock then just as carefully slid back down his hard length. He groaned, but there was laughter in his voice when he whispered, “You’re the prettiest