Pregnant with His Werewolf's Baby (2 page)

Chapter Two

Saul was hunting. As a natural predator, it had always been
something he enjoyed. Of course, tonight, he'd left behind his regular hunting
grounds, since it was a different prey that he sought.

He scanned the crowd in the night club with interest,
sniffing the air and taking in the scent of sweat and lust emanating off the
writhing bodies on the dance floor. The full moon had brought out a lot of his
kind, but only a handful were mingling with the humans, most of them preferring
the company of other werewolves. But humans appealed to Saul in that one-night
stand kind of way. They weren't mate material, but as willing holes went, they
certainly did the trick. Most of the time.

Saul huffed in displeasure and reached for his whisky to hide
his grimace. There were several guys in the club whom he'd slept with before.
They caught his eye and grinned invitingly, but they didn't stir any real
interest. They were easy prey, and even the satisfying fucks didn't
particularly draw him to a repeat performance.

"Nothing to your liking tonight?" the bartender asked
him with a smirk.

Saul just shrugged. "Sometimes, it pays to wait. I'm on
the prowl."

"Well, I get off at two," the bartender offered.
"Maybe you and I can meet up, have some fun?"

The idea wasn't bad. The bartender's scantily clad body
appealed to Saul, his exposed muscles making Saul's dick stir in his tight
leather pants. Besides, on the night of the full moon, Saul didn't have a lot
of patience. Saul smiled back. "Maybe."

There were still a good couple of hours until the
bartender's—what was his name again?—shift ended, so Saul decided he might as
well dance for a while. He finished his drink and paid, leaving behind a hefty
tip. He was just about to head toward the dance floor when something—the strong
instinct that came with being a born Alpha wolf—froze him in his tracks. He
scanned the crowd again, not sure himself as to what he expected to find.

His answer came when his gaze fixed on the club entrance. A
young blond human shyly entered the club and stopped, hesitating before he
could actually venture into the depths of the establishment. In spite of the
distance, Saul's advanced senses took in the slender body of the new arrival
with ease. The clothes he wore—a simple, tight-fitting black tee, and a pair of
black jeans—weren't exactly designed for seduction, but they did point out the
lines of his body nicely. Saul's hands were already itching to slide underneath
the material of those garments and just touch.

Someone else came in from behind the human and ushered him
along with more violence than enthusiasm. The little morsel stumbled and Saul
lost track of him as the human disappeared into the crowd on the dance floor.

Saul was already in motion, making his way through the throng
of swaying, intoxicated people in search of his prize. He half-expected someone
else to snatch the human off before Saul could reach him, but it didn't happen.
In fact, Saul ran into the young blond just as his new prey was getting up and
attempting not to be squashed.

Saul grabbed the human's hand, causing the blond to tense and
try to pull away. "It's okay," Saul told him. "I'm just going to
get you out of this crowd."

It was seriously hard for Saul not to look threatening to the
already scared human when his instincts had him all riled up and his dick had
gone… well, hard. Still, he must have succeeded to mask at least a part of his
natural urges because the human didn't try to break away from him again. His
hand felt so small and soft in Saul's own, and it just made Saul imagine how it
might touch his dick.

By the time they abandoned the dance floor, Saul had managed
to weave quite a web of sexual fantasies. He shook them off and guided his prey
to the bar. When they were a little safer, he finally addressed the young
human.

"Hi," he greeted the little morsel. "Would you
like me to buy you a drink?"

The young man shot him a hesitant smile. "S-Sure,"
he stammered. "Thanks. And thank you for back there."

Even over the thump-thump of the obscenely loud music in the
club, Saul could hear the human's heartbeat racing. He could smell his
nervousness and uncertainty, and it stirred something protective in Saul's
heart. "No problem. I'm Saul Simmons," he introduced himself,
surprised at his own words even as he said them. He never told his hook-ups his
real name, and they never asked. He didn't want to analyze the reason why he'd
changed that tonight, and instead asked, "What's your name?"

"Gavin Price." His big brown eyes fixed on Saul's
face and the innocent anxiousness inside them reminded Saul of a deer just
waiting to be devoured. It was probably a poor simile, because that simple look
almost did what no wolf, no matter how ferocious, had managed—bring Saul to his
knees.

Saul cleared his throat and gestured for the bartender to
approach. The guy did and eyed Gavin with curiosity. "Guess not,
huh?" he asked Saul with a grin in reference to their earlier
conversation. He didn't sound too upset and, without further comment, he turned
toward Gavin. "What can I get you?"

Saul didn't bother to answer the bartender's first inquiry
and just arched a brow at Gavin, urging him to provide a reply for the latter.
"Umm… Just a soda, please," Gavin requested. "I'm not really
much into alcoholic drinks."

"Probably a good thing for a kid your age," the
bartender said as he slid Gavin a coke. Maybe he wasn't so happy at being
rebuffed, after all.

Gavin blinked, as if taken aback by the comment.
"Appearances can be deceiving. I'm twenty-nine," he argued with a
pissed-off huff.

The bartender didn't even grace that with a reply. He just
went ahead to serve different customers. For his part, Saul just eyed Gavin,
intrigued. His instincts told him Gavin wasn't lying, but Gavin's words still
surprised him. Maybe it wasn't even the words themselves, but the hint of
frustration underneath them. His prey had fire.

"You get that a lot, I'm guessing," Saul said.

"Yeah," Gavin replied. "They barely let me in
here at all. I got lucky that one of the bouncers knew me from my job."

"What do you do?" Saul asked, wondering what kind
of job would put Gavin in contact with the beefy guys who acted as bouncers for
the club.

"I'm a guidance councilor for high school
students," Gavin replied. "What about you?"

This was a seriously strange conversation to have with a
potential hook-up, but thankfully, Saul had an answer ready. "I'm an
accountant."

"Accountant?" Gavin repeated in obvious disbelief.
"Are you serious?"

"Well, you know what they say. Appearances can be
deceiving."

The nice thing was that he didn't even have to lie. Saul
truly did handle the finances of the entire pack and audited all pack-led
businesses. When he didn't have his hands full with that, he did commissioned
work for human firms. It worked well enough, and the freelancing part meant he
didn't have to give any uncomfortable explanations as to why his eyes tended to
change color and his teeth sometime became fangs. For his part, Gavin seemed
tickled by the way Saul had quoted him. He took a sip from his soda and
replied, "Quite."

Silence stretched between them—well, kind of, since the notes
of the music still echoed erratically over the building. Not wanting the
conversation to die, Saul scrambled for a topic. "So, at the risk of being
a complete cliché, I haven't seen you around here," he said.

"This really isn't my kind of place," Gavin
admitted. As if to confirm his words, a large drunk human stumbled close to the
bar, invading Gavin's personal space.

With a yelp, Gavin moved forward and ended up right in Saul's
arms. The soda clattered to the floor, spilling all over the place. Saul would
have been pissed and gotten growly, but his arms automatically went around
Gavin and he couldn't remember how to become angry. The younger man fit just
right against him, so very fucking right. The scent of his hair invaded Saul's
nostrils, stirring an instinct as old as time.

Emotion bloomed inside Saul, brighter and deeper than
anything he'd ever felt in his life. He didn't even have thoughts, let alone
words to describe it. A million images flashed through his mind. Holding hands
on the fourth of July and kissing in the light of the fireworks. Running
through the forest, playing a game of catch werewolf style. Making out naked in
the creek by Saul's pack house. Building a home of their own.

Saul had heard many things about the moment when he found his
mate, but he hadn't expected it to feel like this. Perhaps he should have
realized it sooner, from the moment he'd met Gavin's eyes and took in his
delicious scent. But he had not expected to find his mate today, let alone that
his mate would be a human. Not that it mattered. He didn't know if those
flashes brought him insight on the future, but God, he definitely hoped so.

A shiver coursed down his spine, and he tightened his hold on
Gavin. He must have been acting quite oddly because Gavin cupped his cheek with
striking gentleness. "Saul, are you okay?"

His mate's touch almost made Saul lose all control. He reined
in his wolf, since howling in victory and bending Gavin over the bar didn't
seem like a valid option for the way this night would go. "Yeah," he
replied after a few seconds. "Never better."

Gavin eyed him with obvious uncertainty. "Would you like
to get out of here?" he suggested. "Maybe you got light-headed
because of all the smoke."

It took far more than a little smoke and alcohol to bring
down a werewolf. Apparently, it took a gorgeous human with big brown eyes and a
shy smile. Either way, Saul leapt at the chance Gavin offered him. "Sure,
let's go. We can get a late dinner or something."

"I'd like that," Gavin said, his full lips twisting
into a wide smile.

Even if Gavin had agreed to his offer, Saul found it hard to
let go of the other man. Seeing Gavin now, from up close, made him reevaluate
his legacy and appreciate his advanced senses more than ever. Gavin's flawless
skin, the elegant, aristocratic curve of his nose, the light flush of his
cheeks—everything about him drew Saul in, aroused him beyond belief.

He forced himself to release Gavin because he didn't want to
spook the human. "Where do you want to go?" he asked.

Gavin shrugged. "I'm not picky. Somewhere we don't need
a reservation or a dress code."

Saul kind of wanted to woo Gavin with a candle-lit dinner—and
where the hell had that impulse come from?—but that would have to wait.
"How about some waffles?" he suggested.

"Sounds great."

Already making plans on how to seduce Gavin further, Saul
left money on the counter for Gavin's soda and guided the young human toward
the entrance. He caught a few jealous glances from other guys—which Gavin
seemed completely oblivious to. Saul bared his teeth at his would-be opponents
and predictably, they backed off. Thank fuck Saul had found him first. If he'd
run into Gavin while someone else was touching him, there would have been one
less asshole on the planet. And okay, maybe he should have been a little more freaked
out about finding a human mate. Humans and werewolves didn't mix, not at that
level. But now that he realized the truth, Saul couldn't have cared less about
the rules of his kind. His animal side identified Gavin as his mate, and he was
also drawn to Gavin at a human level.

Wrapping a protective arm around Gavin's waist, he led his
mate—shit, his mate—to the exit. One of the bouncers narrowed his eyes at him,
but Saul just smirked in challenge. That was probably the student Gavin had
mentioned. It looked like Gavin had some admirers among his students, or
ex-students.

Well, admirers or no, Gavin belonged to Saul. Now, if only he
could convince Gavin of that too.

Chapter Three

Gavin had no idea what he was doing. He knew next to nothing
about the clubbing scene, and he'd only found out about the location of the
establishment he'd gone to because one of his high school students had
confessed to sneaking inside using a fake ID.

And now, here he was, in a quaint little coffee shop, sipping
shakes and eating waffles with the hottest guy he'd ever seen in his life.
Literally, Saul dripped sexuality, in that
I'm-a-bad-boy-and-you-know-you-want-me kind of way. Gavin had managed to cop a
feel when he'd stumbled into Saul and even if it hadn't been intentional, he'd
gotten a clue of the muscles hiding behind Saul's clothes. Not that the
garments in question did a good job to disguise Saul's hotness. Heck, Gavin had
stolen a glimpse at Saul's crotch and could have sworn those tight leather
pants must have been painted on just to outline the other man's dick.

Gavin felt his face flame as the memory caused his own cock
to perk up. He focused on his shake and sucked the frozen liquid through the
straw, so quickly he almost gave himself a brain freeze.

Somewhat embarrassed, he looked up at Saul, only to find the
other man watching him with an odd expression on his face. A few moments passed
while they just stared at each other, and then his not-quite-date grinned.
"This is kind of awkward, isn't it?"

Gavin mentally sighed. Saul probably didn't have any interest
in him after tonight. Gavin was well aware of that. But Saul had still been so
nice to him. Hell, Gavin felt safer with him than he ever had with Richard whom
he'd known for months before they'd even moved in together. And even with all
this, Gavin was somehow managing to screw it all up. "I'm sorry," he
said. "I'm probably boring you already."

"Not at all," Saul replied. "To be perfectly
honest, I don't usually go for waffles and shakes with guys I meet in clubs, so
I'm not really sure how to act either. But I'm more than willing to learn, if
you'll be patient with me."

Gavin nearly swallowed his tongue at the emotion he read in
Saul's voice, and in his gorgeous gray eyes. Damn it, he'd never known there
were so many shades of gray in his life. Those deep orbs seemed to pierce his
soul, making him want to crawl into Saul's lap, or maybe even to slide under
the table and take Saul's dick into his mouth. And God, wasn't it telling that
he'd already started to have erotic fantasies about Saul?

Saul's nostrils flared and he leaned closer to Gavin. Gavin
licked his lips, enraptured, aching for him. His hand itched to reach out and
test the softness of Saul's dark, closely-cropped hair, but he was afraid that
if he did that, he might not be able to stop himself from going further.

Saul didn't seem to have the same scruples. Pushing the now
empty shake glass aside, he brushed his fingers over Gavin's lips. Every single
muscle in Gavin's body became hyper aware of Saul's proximity, just through
that simple, nearly platonic touch.

He'd have liked to open his mouth and suck in Gavin's
fingers, but he didn't dare. Saul pulled the digits away before Gavin could
muster the courage. Gavin's mind almost melted when Saul actually licked his
fingers, explaining, "You had a drop of shake there."

"T-Thank you," Gavin stammered. Shit, how could he
be so eloquent in his job and suck so badly at romance?

Fortunately for him, Saul kept the conversation going,
preventing them from falling into awkward silence once more. "Can I ask
you a question, Gavin?"

Technically speaking, Saul had already asked him
something—but that was beside the point. Gavin couldn't have refused to answer
Saul if his life depended on it. "Sure."

"Why did you come to that club in the first place? What
were you looking for?"

The inquiry snapped Gavin out of his lust-induced trance, and
he hesitated. Saul pinned him with that deep gray gaze and said, "You
don't have to answer me if you don't want to."

"That's not it," Gavin said quickly. "I just…
You'll probably think I'm crazy."

Hell, Gavin had told himself more than once how insane this
entire plan had been, and if not for meeting Saul, he'd have long ago retreated
to the safety of his own home. Saul chuckled. "I doubt that, but even if
it's true, crazy isn't always a bad thing. So try me."

Something in Saul's easy going demeanor—or maybe just the
fact that the man seemed torn out of Gavin's most erotic wet dreams—made Gavin
nod. Against all odds, he began to explain his problem, pouring his heart out
to this stranger, "See, I have… intimacy problems. I can't really trust
other people, so I've never managed to… you know… give myself to anyone."

Saul literally reeled back, like he'd expected anything but
that. "You're a virgin?"

Gavin winced. "It's kind of a long story, but yes."
He didn't want to tell Saul about all the baggage he carried. The virgin thing
might have already taken care of whatever interest Saul had in him.

But maybe all he had to do was to make it clear that he
didn't want to be a virgin anymore. "I've had a lot of problems holding
onto relationships because of it, so I decided to just take the step today and
be done with it. Maybe this way, I'll finally get over my problem."

For a few moments, Saul didn't even speak at all. He
scrutinized Gavin's face in silence, as if he was seeking an answer to a
question Gavin couldn't hear. When he spoke, his voice was so low and husky it
seemed to come from another world.

"I'm going to be perfectly honest with you, Gavin,"
he said. "I'm so aroused now that a part of me can only think about
bending you over the table and fucking you right here, where everyone can see
you're mine."

The last words of the phrase were marked by a shockingly
animalistic growl. Much to his dismay, Gavin released a little whimper. He'd
never thought himself an exhibitionist, but the image Saul conjured appealed to
him so much he just wanted to leap over the table and spread his legs. What was
wrong with him? What was it about Saul that made Gavin wish for so many things
he'd never even dared to consider?

Saul's hands clenched the sides of the table, his knuckles
going white. "You have no idea how hard it is for me not to take you. But
you can't take shortcuts with this type of things. It'll just hurt more in the
end."

Gavin opened his mouth to reply, then closed it once again.
He was probably doing a pretty good impersonation of a fish, but he didn't know
what to think. Saul seemed to genuinely want him. Gavin might not have
experience in bed, but he could tell when a guy desired him, and Saul
definitely did. On the other hand, Saul had refused Gavin's thinly veiled
offer.

"Would you hurt me?" Gavin asked when he found his
voice.

Saul sighed heavily. "I'm not a good man, Gavin. There
are a lot of things about me that you don't know. But no, I'd never hurt you. I
swear it to the moon."

The odd phrasing amused Gavin and he stole a look out the
window. From his seat at the table, he could get a clear look of the night sky.
"To the moon, huh? That's actually quite beautiful."

"The moon itself is beautiful," Saul replied. After
a small pause, he added, "I know this will probably sound like a
tremendous cliché, but you're even lovelier."

Just like that, Gavin knew. Something clicked in his heart,
and he was flooded with the sudden realization that this was it. This was the
moment he'd been waiting for. He didn't even care about what Richard had said
earlier. When he'd met Saul, the course of his life, and his destiny had
changed.

Straightening his back, he faced Saul and said, "Saul, I
want to be with you. Won't you make love to me tonight?"

****

Hearing Gavin's soft, but decisive words was like having the
promise of heaven within his grasp, so close, yet so far away. Saul snapped his
teeth—now fangs—together to choke his howl in his throat. He released the
scratched table and buried his claws into his own flesh, hoping that the slight
pain would give him an anchor.

Predictably, it didn't work in the slightest, and his dick
persisted in throbbing between his legs. His inability to speak made Gavin's
shy smile fade into an uncertain frown, which ironically reawakened Saul's
human vocal cords. "If you're sure," he said, "there's nothing I
want more."

Getting up, he retrieved a couple of bills from his wallet
and left them on the table to pay for their drinks and waffles. He'd probably
overpaid with about double of what the meal cost, but he couldn't have cared
less.

Interestingly, Gavin seemed both put out and touched at the
gesture. "We can share the bill," he said quickly. "I should pay
for my part."

"Don't worry about it," Saul said, offering his
hand to the other man. "It's my treat. And I think that we have more
interesting things to worry about than a bill. Don't you agree?"

Gavin blushed, but nodded and took Saul's hand without
further protest. As Saul guided Gavin out of the diner, he marveled at how
right it felt to be close to Gavin. He couldn't help but wrap an arm around
Gavin's shoulders, and Gavin leaned close to him naturally, like they were longtime
lovers, not strangers who'd met in a club an hour before.

It seemed that even if Gavin was human, he still felt their
mate bond at some level. That encouraged Saul, because he had no intentions of
abandoning his other half now that he'd finally found him. Of course,
convincing his pack to accept it wouldn't be easy, but for Gavin, Saul would do
anything—even being a lone wolf if that was necessary.

One particularly unwise human decided to test Saul's resolve.
As Saul and Gavin exited the diner, an intoxicated man stumbled past them and
sneered. "Faggots."

Normally, Saul would have ignored it. He didn't care about
what humans thought of him, and if they tried anything other than an insult, he
could handle it with ease. Besides, werewolves were required to keep a low
profile so that they could preserve the secrecy of their species.

But Gavin tensed, and Saul could sense that the word had
bothered his mate. His wolf reared out angrily, and in mere instants, he leapt
on the bigot and pinned him to a nearby wall. Easily lifting the human in the
air with one single hand, he growled. "Say that again. To my face."

He bared his teeth, displaying his elongated canines and not
bothering to hide the golden glow of his eyes. The stench of urine hit his
nostrils as the human pissed himself. "I'm sorry. I d-didn't mean it. So
sorry."

Saul might have done something very stupid—like reminding the
bigot of the consequences of his actions by clawing him—but Gavin pressed a
hand to his shoulder. "It's all right. He's not worth it."

Just like that, Saul started to calm down. His canines
receded and his vision cleared, turning human once more. He dropped the asshole
to the ground and left him there. The human was so drunk he wouldn't remember a
thing anyway.

Saul turned toward Gavin and brushed a kiss over his mate's
forehead. "You're right. Let's not allow him spoil our evening. "Did
you drive here?"

Gavin shook his head. "I took a taxi. I don't know this
neighborhood very well."

That actually worked better, because Saul wouldn't have to
worry about vehicles and could just focus on his new-found mate. Wrapping his
arm around Gavin, he suggested, "My place?"

Gavin smiled anxiously, now trembling ever so slightly in
Saul's hold. His reaction triggered Saul's naturally protective instincts and
he rushed to reassure the younger man. "Hey… You can still back out of
this if you change your mind. No pressure. We can—"

"No!" Gavin interrupted him. "I want this, I
do. I'm just… I'm worried I'll disappoint you."

"Oh, baby, you'd never disappoint me." When Gavin
didn't acknowledge his words in any way, Saul stopped walking and forced Gavin
to face him. "Someone hurt you. I can tell. You don't have to tell me
about it, but just believe me that I would never do what that person did."

Gavin's eyes filled with tears. "It was my ex, Richard.
He told me he could wait, but he was cheating on me the whole time. He told me
I was frigid and couldn't fulfill his needs." He turned away from Saul,
furiously wiping his eyes. "God, I can't believe I'm making such a mess of
things. Here I am, with the hottest guy I've ever met, and all I can do is cry.
You must think I'm so pathetic."

Saul wanted to hunt down this Richard guy and tear him apart,
slowly. Instead, he hugged Gavin and whispered in his ear, "You think I'm
hot?"

The unexpected question drew a small chuckle out of Gavin.
"You know you are."

"Well, I think you're a hundred times hotter than I
could ever be. And I want to prove to you tonight that you're anything but
frigid or pathetic. Remember, baby, that cheaters and bullies always blame
their own mistakes and failures on other people. There's nothing wrong with
you."

At last, Gavin faced him and Saul was happy to see he'd
stopped crying. His next words shocked Saul to the core. "Who are you
really, Saul? I feel like I've known you forever, and I'm trusting you with
things I'd only ever tell to my best friend. What is this thing between
us?"

It's a mate bond,
Saul wanted to reply. He held those
words back, because he didn't think he could explain being a werewolf to his
mate. "Why don't we find out together?"