He Healed My Heart

SPENCER

“Levi, get Lexie’s nappy bag from her room, it’s near the change table, please.”

“Dad, you already asked me too, I put it in the truck.”

“Oh, sorry, cowboy. Have you got your bike? Alpha says they’ve carved out new jumps behind the pack house.”

“Yep, loaded that too and my helmet.”

“Jesus, cowboy, you’re onto it.”

“Dad, have you seen my soccer ball?”

“In the car, I took it when I loaded the food.”

“Cool, well, I’m ready,” Levi announced.

Lexie and I sat in the chair Spencer had specially purchased for breastfeeding, listening to our two men hollering at each other through the house.

It was days like this that I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. There was something special in the way they bantered back and forth, they were a team, a very cute, loving, caring team.

My heart was content, full, healed, and swelling with pride and adoration for my three, Spencer had always been the reason behind why I was living this incredible life.

He appeared in front of me. “Okay, so everything’s loaded, her porta-cot is in, Levi’s got the nappy bag and his bike, I’ve put the cooler in the truck, though we may need to stop and get ice on the way. I’ve loaded the pavlova and the three potato bakes and yes before you ask, they are standing upright and there’s no chance of them spilling—do you need anything else?”

I smiled up as this adorable man; he was effortlessly astonishing. “It’s just a barbecue, Spencer, we’re not moving house.”

“I know, sweet cheeks, but it will be the first time we’ve seen the pack since Lexie’s birth. I just want to make sure we’ve got everything—you know, in case the coyotes show up.”

God, I think I may genuinely die if he gets any cuter.

We finally made it to Chad Johnson’s place. He was pack alpha, although the way he was gushing over Lexie you wouldn’t be able to tell.

She had them all wrapped around her tiny finger and she wasn’t even three months old yet.

It was beautiful to watch how a simple birth could unite everyone.

How was it possible that these shapeshifters born with beasts inside of them could be the most loving creatures I had ever encountered?

They were not the monsters humans perceived them to be but nurturers, healers, bound by family, joy, and understanding.

I, on the other hand, was simply the feeding station from the moment Lexie entered the world.

This barbecue cemented that obvious truth because from the very second we had parked the truck, everything else in regards to Lex, Clade, Chad, Fitz or Spencer took care of.

You could have mistaken them for clucky females—it was staggering.

“Jesus Christ, anyone would think this is the first time they’ve ever seen a baby,” Blain commented with a horrified expression.

“I know, look at them fighting over her as if she were made of gold,” Cleo stated just as stunned.

“Lord, I know. You should have seen Alpha before you all arrived…,” Luna cut in, “he’s set up the pack house lounge with a ‘special area’ for Lexie’s ‘tummy time’.”

We all snickered—well, up until Lexie smiled, then the four of them “awwed” as though she had just done the most miraculous thing in the world.

“Fucking hell,” Flank whistled, “what the hell happened to the men of this pack?”

“Just you wait, Flank…,” I scolded, “Cameron may only be six months pregnant but you’ll be joining them too.”

“Rubbish; Harper, that’s blasphemy—I am a man.”

“Flank, baby, get me another juice,” Cameron ordered.

“Sure, darlin’, right away,” he jumped up and practically ran to the chilly bin while we chuckled.

“Yeah, he’s going to be the exact same,” Cameron nodded with a wink. “He’s all prepared, I get daily massages and flower petal baths, he’s going to crumble just like them four.”

“Do you think it’s because she’s the future alpha or do you think it’s because she’s a girl?” I questioned curiously.

“I think it’s both, and that and she was the first in our clan’s history to be born from a true mate pairing,” Luna offered.

That comment had me thinking up a storm.

“Would you look at the state of those animals? Anyone would think they were hens, not wolves,” Patty remarked as she sat down in our little huddle by the campfire.

There was still so much I didn’t know about wolves and I guess I will eventually find out.

But for now, as I sat back and relaxed, enjoying the company of our family, it was warming to see just how much we were accepted.

Finally, after all these years, my heart had fully healed and was flourishing—my family was whole and we, Leivon and I, had found where we truly belonged.

I had never felt more at ease than right at this very moment.

Levi had found his place amongst the children, even though unconfirmed, we suspected he’d found his mate too. It was as though the world was at peace and I relished in this calming serenity.

The barbecue was a wonderful reminder of everything that was important in life.

Just when you think you couldn’t love anymore, you’re slammed with a stellar realization that all the suffering, the pain, the anguish and the loneliness you had endured—was worth it.

This was our home and Spencer had taken every shattered piece, every sharp shard of my entire soul and glued me back together, sealing any cracks and filling in the chips—he had healed my heart.

As I tucked Lexie into her cot, I whispered into her ear after I kissed her forehead, “Sweet dreams my beautiful girl. They say it takes a village to raise a child, well, you little alpha…are going to be raised by the most incredible village there is. I love you.”

I left the door ajar as I exited her room, the soft sounds from her animal mobile that hung above her cot could be heard from our bedroom next door. It often sent Spencer into a deep sleep.

“Levi was muttering in his dream state again,” Spencer softly spoke and I snickered, entering our room.

“Oh yeah, same thing?”

“Yep, he’s going to be Lexie’s protector.”

“I believe him.”

Spencer nodded slowly, “I do too. Better start training him so he stops trying to wrestle with the bedsheets.”

As I slipped out of my skirt, allowing it to pool on the floor, I immediately noticed the burning gaze following my movements.

While I healed, Spencer and I had not been intimate, though, to be fair, pushing out a baby was not the easiest thing in the world.

He understood that my body was repairing itself and I appreciated him for being so supportive—not many men were as accepting.

Though, as he lay in bed, the blankets around his waist, showing off his hardened, sculptured and pleasingly delicious muscular top half—my core began to clench and weep in need.

I seductively sauntered towards the bed, loving the way his throat bobbed nervously. He looked away and closed his eyes, the telltale signs of trying to control his flux of arousal.

God knows I was not taking off my bra, those things were like two liquid fountains at the best of times and I was feeling rather flustered under the collar, drinking in my husband’s sexiness.

We didn’t need to set off my milk jugs and ruin the moment by squirting him in the eye, as funny as it would be.

“You know what, Spence?” I purred hypnotically.

“What, sweet cheeks?” He gruffly replied.

I slipped out of the sauciest pair of granny panties I owned, the kind with the elastic girdle that kept everything from wobbling. “We never actually consummated our marriage.”

His sapphire blues snapped open as I grasped the edge of the blanket and pulled back, groaning the moment his long, thick, hard and juicy cock came into view.

I heard a growl as I licked my lips, lowering to my knees next to his side of the bed.

“Shit, Harper, I won’t last long—your pussy in heaven.”

“Oh, it’s not my pussy that wants to taste you first.”

His eyes bulged, I was never so forward. “Fuck, you smell delicious,” Spencer croaked out.

His abs began to twitch as I placed gentle soft nips around his thighs and lower abdomen. He shifted onto his side so his rigid and stiff cock was directly in front of my face.

“Sweet cheeks, I can wait—will wait, until you are all better. As far as I’m concerned, we were married the moment I marked you. You have to heal—”

“Shh, I don’t want to wait, Spencer, I’ve been waiting, healing, tightening back up…that time is now over.”

I tenderly collected his ball sack and began to fondle—his heavy pants picked up pace as I teased, running the pads of my fingers over and around the sack as he moaned.

“Sweet cheeks,” he mewled. A satisfied smirk danced along my lips. I had missed the way he’d succumb to my touch.

I extended my tongue, circling it around his bulbous head before sliding it as far down as he could go, then retracting, my fist following behind my mouth, stroking him as I slid back down, his wisps of pubic hair tickling my face as I almost reached the hilt.

Every time the back of my throat enclosed around the head of his cock, a groan of pleasure would escape his parted lips, spurring me on, feeding my ego.

I relished in the taste of my divine man, droplets of pre-cum savored on the tip of my tongue as I swallowed him.

Spencer growled animalistically, grabbing the back of my head and suddenly hammering into my mouth. He was fucking my face, drilling into it. “Open your throat… I need to…release.”

I did as he ordered but just as I was about to pull away, his pearly semen filled my mouth and shot down my throat.

My body’s natural reaction was to gag a little, remnants of his blast dribbling down the sides of my mouth and my chin. I managed to finally swallow as he refocused, floating down from his high.

“Holy shit, you could have warned me,” I bit, cleaning up the overspill.

“I’m sorry, sweet cheeks, but I couldn’t stop, I needed to cum, your mouth was amazing.”

“I noticed, but shit, I need to cum too, let me hammer into your face?”

He snorted, “gladly.”

“W-what?” I was hauled up and thrown onto my back.

Spencer parted my legs and dove straight in, I was still bewildered by the sudden and forceful movement but the moment his tongue swiped along my fleshy folds, everything flew out of my mind.

“Oh… oh… God…” his long strokes and tongue swirling inside my center as his fingertips manipulated my clit, all felt too good.

I was lost, swimming in a pool of erotic, passionate contentedness.

Every lick, suckle, and marvelous tickle sent ecstasy rolling over me until Spencer inserted his fingers, curling and rubbing against my highly erogenous and sensitive anterior wall.

Just like that, my need to cum peaked.

“Sssssppppeeennnnccceeerr,” I cried out as crashing waves of pure bliss washed over me with unimaginable force, rendering me a spasming mess of unbridled pleasure.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t function, couldn’t grasp anything tangible—orgasming was wonderful.

“Sweet cheeks,” I heard the deep baritone rumble break through my shattered mind. “Roll over baby, it’s time to fuck you in that sexy ass of yours—I want you to squirt for me all night long.”