Yeti! Again

Yeti! Again? Celia Kyle All rights reserved.

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Yeti! Again? Celia Kyle Sela and Yosi are back (again) with this peek into their fur-flying fun-filled lives of love, lust and little feet. Little feet? Yeah, a few little feet that go pitter patter (or is it bump?) in the night. But their sexin’ is called to a halt by Yosi the minute he finds out about Sela’s pregnancy. What’s a sex-starved gal to do when the man she loves is too afraid to make love because of the baby she carries? Why, take him to a place where his base nature can’t resist coming out to play. Sela sees a freezer in her future…

Chapter One For the tenth time in as many days, Sela stared at the almost endless expanse of white before her. She was beginning to really hate this toilet. Every morning and sometimes throughout the day, she found herself retching over a nearby sink or toilet as her stomach attempted to expel its non-existent contents. If only it had its own brain. Then she’d tell it to quit the shit already and leave her alone. Kneeling on the thin bathmat, she cursed Yosi, and herself, for letting him talk her into the cheap accessories. “Who’s gonna see our bathroom?” he’d said. Well, she did, and at this very moment she was on her knees on the cheap rug and they ached in protest. So now, not only was her stomach doing somersaults, but her knees would likely be bruised from being on the ground so long. And damn it, this was his fault! It wasn’t so much his choice in decorations that upset her as the fact that the man had done what he’d set out to do. He’d gotten her pregnant. The ass. Okay, so she didn’t really know if she was pregnant, but puking from the scent of strawberries (strawberries, of all things!) clued her in that something was not right in Sela’s world. Ha! An understatement of gargantuan proportions. No, she hadn’t actively tried not to get pregnant, but… but… she wasn’t mom material. Hell, she had been practically chased out of her own pack by the alpha’s crazy brother. It didn’t matter that the twerp was eventually put down by the alpha. What mattered was that she had been run out of town. Period. Of course, wonderful things came from suffering at the hands of a power hungry, barely omega wolf. She’d met Yosi. Albeit under strange circumstances.

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Sela sighed as she rested her cheek against the edge of the toilet bowl. She’d never think of a steak quite the same way ever again. Being locked in an industrial meat freezer and meeting the giant yeti had been the greatest day of her life. Or rather, night. She always remembered their first night together fondly. Sure, she’d run out on him after they’d spent the entire night fucking each other’s brains out, but who wouldn’t. Yosi was a yeti for goodness sake! Pressing her hand to her stomach, she took a deep breath and willed the spinning to stop. She and Yosi had reservations at a local hoity-toity steak restaurant and she wasn’t about to be late because the thing growing inside her wouldn’t leave her alone. Rising from the floor, she leaned against the counter to steady herself and stared down at the flimsy excuse for shoes on her feet. How the man had convinced her fourinch stilettos were a good idea, she’d never know. Already tall for a woman at five feet nine inches, Sela didn’t need the extra boost the shoes gave. And while Yosi admired her body with gentle touches and outright crude comments, her big ass was not made to balance on a single centimeter. She eyed the heel of her left shoe. Hell, it probably wasn’t even that wide. Nothing she could do about it now though. The man had spoken. He generally didn’t ask for much beyond her love (in and out of the bedroom) so she gave in to him on the point of shoes. Besides, he’d be rubbing her feet later… in addition to other things. “Sela! We’re gonna be late for our reservation!” Lord, the man could bellow. She smoothed her hands over her chiffon and satin skirt and tugged the neck of her blouse a bit higher in an attempt to cover her breasts. She shook her head. No way could she cover anything in this getup. Yosi had picked it out, and while she loved that he loved to look at her, she didn’t feel comfortable when he wanted to look at so much of her while outside their home. With a shrug, she opened the bathroom door and walked right into Yosi’s raised fist. His knuckles collided with her forehead with a soft thump and she winced, baring her extending fangs as she wobbled backward.

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“Oh, shit, Sela mine. Come here and let me look at you.” The poor man sounded so apologetic and looked sad as he spoke to her, but her wolf wasn’t having it. The beast within, normally easily under her control, growled low and threatening. The sound reverberated in Sela’s chest and echoed off the tile walls. She would dare the yeti to take one step closer and then she’d take a bite out of his hide while whacking him in the head. Holding out a hand, she staved off Yosi’s approach as she fought with her wolf. The bitch wanted control, wanted to tear into its mate for trying to harm her and her cub. Fucking bitch. Pregnancy really wasn’t on Sela’s to-do list. The number one reason: the man standing before her. “Sela. Stand still, baby, let me look at your head.” Thank God he seemed to be ignoring her wolf’s growls of protest. He continued to whisper sweet, loving words as he hugged her to his chest, pressing tender kisses to her bruised forehead. Yup. Being pregnant was really going to suck. As over-protective as Yosi acted normally, finding out she was baking a baby in her oven would push him into unbearable territory. Maybe she could keep it a secret…

*** Nope, no way, no how could she keep the little bundle of make-mommy-puke a secret for seven more months. She figured she was about two months along now and the way the peanut-sized kid was making her feel, she wouldn’t make it through dinner, let alone months of this torture. Plus there was the whole “gaining weight” and “growing around the middle” thing she’d have to contend with. But, it wasn’t like she was a slim little thing. Maybe she could push it off for another month… or four. Sela stared at her steak, rare, on her plate and fought the urge to gag. Being a wolf, steak was an all day, every day sort of meal. The only difference with this steak was the quality of the cut and location, but her stomach wasn’t listening.

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The waiter returned, pouring more ginger ale into her glass, with a smile and wink. Sela returned his smile. The boy was cute in a “rob the cradle” sort of way. The moment her lips curved from their flat-lined place, she felt Yosi stiffen and grow marginally beside her. Extreme temperatures or emotion could set a yeti off and, since she wasn’t the slightest bit chilly, she could only imagine Yosi’s problem. She took a sip of the cool drink, the ice tinkling against the fine crystal glasses. “Anything else I can get for you, madam?” Sela smiled against her glass. If only he were a little older and she weren’t so in love with the big, fuming, furrifying lug next to her… “No, I’m fine, thanks.” She returned the glass to the table and didn’t miss the waiter’s wink as he departed. She slapped her hand over Yosi’s just in time to keep him from chasing after the flirtatious waiter. “Yosi,” she hissed low enough for only his yeti ears to hear. “Mine.” His gaze snapped to hers and the telltale lightening of his eyes showed her just how upset the waiter’s flirting, and her reciprocation, upset him. She rubbed tiny circles on the back of his hand, soothing the beast. “Yours, Yosi, always yours. How long have I been yours and you still doubt me?” The censure in her voice slipped past his anger and she breathed a sigh of relief as his blue eyes returned to their natural pale brown. “I know, Sela mine. Just don’t like others trying to take what belongs to me.” He drew her hand to his lips and planted a kiss to the back of her hand. She snorted. “Ha! As if someone would want me, blimp that I am.” Being in public made her too relaxed to worry about what she said. She didn’t for one second believe Yosi would call her to task for her comments, but she was wrong. So fucking wrong. Without a grunt of effort he tugged her chair next to his in the darkened alcove and brushed his lips against her ear, whispering for only her. “You are the most beautiful…” Lick. “Sensual…” Kiss. “And amazing…” Nuzzle. “Woman I know. You are

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my wife, the future mother of my children, and I don’t ever want to hear you talk about yourself like that again.” Her heart nearly stopped when he mentioned children, while his kisses and sweet words lulled her into submission in the shadowed area. Before she knew what had happened, Yosi’s hand slid along her inner thigh and gripped the soft flesh. She didn’t fight him when he slid her leg over his, opening her to him. It wasn’t until the cool restaurant air hit her now dripping pussy that she realized what he’d done. Of course, by then, his large though nimble fingers were fiddling with the crotch of her panties. She tried to close her legs and urged him to stop. “Yosi. Yosi. We are in a restaurant.” He didn’t listen and continued tugging at her panties. Part of her wanted to close her legs, raise her hips and wiggle the garment off. The other part of her, the part that knew she couldn’t come quietly, knew that was a very, very bad idea. “Want, Sela mine.” Damn, close to monosyllables. “Yosi, love, you got upset because the waiter flirted with me and now you want to risk exposing me to him?” Reason, reason could work, right? Yosi nipped her exposed shoulder and she moaned and wiggled in her seat. The bite of his teeth snaked through her and shot straight to her core. Man, she hoped the restaurant seats didn’t stain. ’Cause sure as God made puppies, she’d be leaving a wet spot if he didn’t stop soon. “Yosi.” She gasped as more cool air assaulted her pussy and the quiet sound of tearing cloth met her ears. The man had torn her panties. Bad enough that he usually tore her clothes when he got really cold-and-bothered, but her panties? Those were sacred to a woman. Especially the sexy, non-granny panties. She didn’t have much time to worry or voice her complaints about him tearing her thong -- just as she opened her mouth to protest, his large, blunt finger skimmed her slit. Tiny shivers of pleasure shot up her spine and he traced the seam of her pussy lips from top to bottom and back again.

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He didn’t nudge deeper or urge her legs further apart to open her more. He just kept up the gentle teasing… up and down and up and down. He traced the lips until she thought she’d die from being unfulfilled. Then he spoke, his voice gruff and rough from arousal, and she prayed he wouldn’t tease her for too long. “Like this, Sela mine? Like me playing with this pretty cinnamon pussy of yours? You’re so wet, love. Dripping all over my finger while I stroke you.” She squirmed, rocking her hips forward, begging for more, but unwilling to tell him what she wanted. This was their game. The first time they’d ever played it in public, sure, but their usual game nonetheless. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, Sela? Come all over my hand and I’ll have your juices for dessert. Then we’ll go home and I’ll make love to you all night.” Sela whimpered. Her man was in control now. He’d been on edge earlier with the waiter’s behavior, but the man she fell in love with and married was in charge and making her suffer for teasing him. Sela loved the yeti side of Yosi for fast, furious and seriously hard fucking, but she liked him being tender, loving and teasing even more. “Please, Yosi.” He nudged his finger further between her lips, still sliding along her slit, and each time he neared the top, she held her breath. The very tip of his finger stroked her clit and she shuddered, a mini-climax causing her to gasp as her pussy clenched on air. Yosi dipped his finger lower and circled the opening of her heat. Round and round he went, easing closer to her entrance with each pass. Sela held still, afraid sudden movement would alert him to how badly she wanted something, anything, buried in her cunt. He teased her for several seconds before retreating again, his callused finger sliding along her slick folds. Frissons of pleasure and arousal danced along her spine and settled on the juncture of her thighs. Even with his gentle teasing, she was close.

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Yosi tapped her clit and her muscles responded in kind, tensing and tightening with each soft strike of his fingertip. Tap, tap, tap. Her climax edged closer as her arousal heightened. Oh gods, so close. He dipped his hand lower, shoving his thick finger into her pussy with a violent thrust as he pressed the heel of his hand against her clit. She bit her lip, nearly drawing blood to contain her scream. She didn’t hold herself back any longer, instead she rocked in time with the thrust of his hand. Her hips shoved forward to meet his every advance while she chased her orgasm. Caution and care were thrown out the window as the sensations Yosi dragged from her pussy spread to encompass her entire body. Her nipples hardened and ached, begging for attention even though they were in public. Her heart raced and she knew her eyes were taking on the dull amber glow of her wolf. Shockwaves of electrified bliss skittered along Sela’s spine as her climax drew near. Harder and harder, Yosi worked her pussy, stroking her inner walls and grinding his palm against her clit. “Close, Yosi.” His mouth hadn’t left her ear and he whispered more encouragement. “That’s it, Sela mine. Come for me. Come on my hand and let me taste you for dessert. Give me what I want, love.” And she did. As if sensing the moment her body gave over to the pleasure he demanded, Yosi covered her mouth with his and captured her scream of completion. Her pussy tightened and milked his finger as her hips continued their rocking motion, dragging out her orgasm as long as she could. Muscles twitched and tensed in response to her release, while tiny shudders rolled through her tingling pussy. As the feelings ebbed, their kiss turned from frantic to gentle and he brushed his lips across hers. “Yosi.” His name was a mere whisper, barely formed as their kisses continued. “Sela mine.” He pressed another kiss to her lips before pulling away. Sela moaned as he slid his finger from her pussy, and groaned when he slipped the glistening digit into his mouth with a smile. A look of pure male satisfaction stole

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over his face as he licked his finger clean, and she couldn’t help but blush at his behavior. Only her yeti. The waiter’s return broke the hold they had on each other and Sela turned her attention to the cradle kid. “Can I get you anything else? Dessert perhaps?” Before Sela could respond, Yosi spoke up. “I’ve had mine already.”

Chapter Two Their drive home was quick and quiet. The remnants of her orgasm in the restaurant and Yosi’s bold behavior and innuendo with the waiter still played through her mind. She stole a glance at Yosi, noting the rigid set of his shoulders and the large bulge between his legs. Soon. She’d probably have to run too, damn it. She could tell by the lightening of his eyes and the amount of space he took up in the SUV that he wasn’t in total control. The yeti had enough teasing at dinner and wanted out to play with its Sela. Good thing she didn’t mind. Before she could blink, they were pulling into their driveway and she was thankful Yosi had picked out a skirt for her to wear to dinner and that he’d already ripped her panties off. At least there wouldn’t be anything in his way when he caught her. “Yosi.” She closed the distance between them, leaning over the center console as she worked the handle on the door with her other hand. He captured her lips in a bruising kiss. When she pulled away, she smiled in triumph for several reasons. She’d slid her shoes off, her seatbelt was undone and her door was unlocked, while Yosi was still firmly held in place and didn’t appear to have any inkling as to her plans. “Yes, Sela mine?” “Catch me.” Sela threw the door open and bounded from the SUV with a high-pitched squeal. She glimpsed Yosi fighting with his seatbelt, difficult to remove because his yeti had come out to play. Bright tufts of white now covered his arms and she was thankful they’d chosen to purchase this home along with the surrounding one hundred undeveloped acres.

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Casting him another glance, she darted around the house, intent on her destination. They hadn’t made love on their rock in so long and she ached to reconnect with him that way. After selling their cabin in the mountains with the excuse that it was too close to his family, Yosi had their fucking rock moved to their new home. With so many amazing memories, they couldn’t leave it behind. Sela tiptoed around the few trees in their yard, careful not to step on pinecones or twigs as she made her way toward their spot. Easing deeper into the forest surrounding their home, she came into the clearing they’d made. With a bit of snow, it would look exactly as it had up in the mountains. The ground shaking and muffled stomps frightened the other woodland creatures, but to Sela, it was the sounds of home and love. Her Yosi was coming for her, chasing her just as she’d goaded him to do. She knew her part, and jumped into action as the shifting of the ground beneath her intensified. Her yeti was out in full force tonight. She hopped onto the rock, crossing her legs like a dainty princess holding court as she leaned back on her hands. She sucked in her belly, hoping to look her best as she arched her back and thrust her breasts out. Comfortable? Absolutely not, but looking good sometimes overrides the need for comfort. Yosi broke through the trees and bushes surrounding the clearing, clothes tattered and hanging from his limbs, and stomped forward. Well over six feet tall now that his yeti side had come out to play, the man made an imposing picture. He huffed and puffed as he trudged forward, the white hair proving his yeti heritage gleaming in the moonlight. His cock, hard and leaking pre-come, seemed to reach for her when his gaze finally landed on her body. Sela smiled, a small tilting of her lips as she did her best to appear thin and seductive. He paused several feet away from her, his hand going to his cock, which drew her gaze. Long, so long, and thick. She loved nothing more than being filled by him, be it in her mouth, pussy or ass. The connection they shared when making love seemed to

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transcend the three little words they often exchanged. Their inner beasts connected on a level beyond their own and the tightening she felt in her belly affirmed that fact. She needed him, wanted him, now. They’d been married over this rock, sealing their union in front of one and all while snickering over all the wicked things they’d done. And now, they’d celebrate their anniversary in the same way they always had, with some outdoor sex between her and her yeti. As Yosi approached with slow-paced, lumbering steps, Sela slid her ass farther back onto the rock and congratulated herself on her foresight. In addition to having the rock brought down from the mountain, they’d paid someone to smooth and polish the top. Sure, they’d spent way too much money to shine a piece of God only knew what rock, but it was special to them and made what was about to happen next that much more comfortable. A hard rock was a hard rock, but she much preferred the silky smooth surface she now sat upon to the jagged corners that used to dig into her ass. Legs still crossed, she expected Yosi to pry them apart with his yeti-born strength when he got close, but he surprised her. Like always. His fur-covered hands skimmed her outer thighs, sliding the filmy material of her skirt higher and higher on her legs until it rested above her waist. With the lower half of her body now exposed, she shivered when the cool fall air whipped through the trees and kissed her flesh. “Mine.” He kneaded her hips, eyes intent on the juncture of her thighs. “Yours.” Sela uncrossed her legs, spread her thighs wide and then wrapped her calves around Yosi’s waist. She tried pulling him closer, tightening the muscles in her legs to bring his monster cock to her pussy, but he resisted. His thumbs dipped and played with the top of her slit and she dropped her head back on a moan. Still sensitive from her earlier climax, it wouldn’t take much to get her there again. Using his thumbs, he spread her labia wide, exposing her juice-slicked flesh to the biting air, and she shivered. The shiver was immediately overtaken by the shudder of arousal as he slid his thumbs to pinch her blood-engorged clit between them.

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“Yes,” she hissed, eager for more as she rocked her hips forward. She never seemed to be satisfied with what he was willing to give and her body constantly begged for more. As did her wolf. The beast, having forgiven the yeti for its earlier attack, wanted every shiver of pure bliss it was wont to give. No, she demanded it with snarls and low growls coupled with whimpers of pleasure only she could hear. “Want.” His low rough voice drifted to her on the wind. “Want fuck now. Love later.” Sela flexed her muscles, and this time he stepped fully between her legs, the tip of his cock nestling into her opening as if she were made for him. And in her mind, she knew she’d been born for no other reason than to love and be loved by this man. Fur and all, she couldn’t dream of her life any differently. He accepted her generous curves and furry tendencies just like she accepted his general need to wrap her in cotton and fight every battle for her. Even the ones only he seemed to know about. Yosi slid the tip of his cock in and out of her heat, giving her an inch and then retreating a mile as he teased her. How he could go all furried-up yeti on her and not fuck her ten ways from Sunday, she didn’t know. She tightened her hold on his waist, urging him to enter her further, but he continued his delicious torment, slipping in and out of her weeping pussy. She felt the juices begin to coat her inner thighs as he taunted her with his cock. He stroked her abdomen, hips, then thighs with his fur-lined palms, and tiny shudders wracked her body. Soft didn’t even begin to describe Yosi’s fur. Somehow, as big and mean as yetis looked, they were gifted with the softest fur known to man and were alike. Finally, when she thought she’d go mad with wanting him inside her, he shoved his cock home. The sudden invasion stretched the muscles of her pussy wide to accommodate his girth. Once fully seated, he stilled, his bright blue eyes staring down into hers as they both panted and gasped for breath.

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Sela slid her legs higher on his waist, tightening and holding him deep within her. She fought to adjust to his size, and from the look of sheer torture on Yosi’s face, he fought not to come. He dipped his head and brushed the faintest of kisses across her lips and she immediately opened for him. He took the invitation, sweeping his tongue into her mouth, exploring every nook and cranny. She countered each step as their tongues danced and dueled. The chill of winter frost and taste of mint followed his every movement. His hips remained still, and she wished the man would move. True, she had a higher body temperature than humans, but cold was cold. And Sela was getting cold. Why they’d gotten married at such a chilly time of year, she’d never know. A gentle retreat and violent thrust of Yosi’s hips reminded her. Their honeymoon wouldn’t have been so much fun if it had been warm. For one, she wouldn’t have the joy of making love to her man and her yeti if they’d been married in the middle of summer. Yosi broke the kiss and their gazes met. Sela noticed a bit of brown had crept back into his eyes and she smiled. “Yosi.” He raised above her and she loosened her grip on his hips, giving him space to move. And move he did. He slid his cock in and out of her cunt, picking up speed with every new thrust and retreat. Sela stopped trying to hold her body still on the smooth rock surface and left that task to Yosi as she tweaked her nipples. Their first night on this rock, Yosi had nibbled the nubs and that’s when she discovered she enjoyed the sting of pain when making love. Yosi. Through his eyes and with his constant reassurance, the harsh words of her former pack-mates were washed away and replaced with a new self-esteem and sense of self-worth. Sure, she still thought she was a little pudgy, but no longer did she doubt Yosi’s devotion and love for her. How could she? She was the only woman who could ever make her man’s brown eyes turn blue.

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Sela closed her eyes, relaxing her legs and letting Yosi keep the pace. Her orgasm swirled within, gaining momentum and force as he continued his thrusts. The joy of being the one lying down meant he did all the work. She pinched her nipples and arched her back on a delightfully hard plunge. He slid his arms beneath her hips, changing the angle of penetration just enough to hit her sweet spot. Shards of electricity shot through her as her arousal peaked. She couldn’t hold back her orgasm if she’d tried. Over and again his cock head slipped and pressed against her G-spot. She couldn’t do anything but ride the wave of sensation. But when Yosi would usually slow and pause as she regained her breath, he simply continued. Almost as if demanding… “Yeti! Again?” she asked in desperation. She’d already come twice and she’d never been a multiple-orgasm girl. “Again.” Instead of letting her voice any protest, he surprised her by lifting her from the rock. Still impaled on his cock, she bounced with every step he took as he slid her up and down his shaft. Each stride caused the head of his dick to hit her G-spot, forcing her arousal to blossom anew. As sensitive and achy as she was, she couldn’t forestall the tightening of her pussy around his cock. She laid her head on his chest, and braced her hands on his shoulders, raising herself up and down as she urged herself toward another climax. She knew where he was going. They’d made love in the clearing and now he wanted to have his way with her in their bed. The one he’d made with his own two hands when the furniture store couldn’t seem to locate anything big enough for her yeti. The arms around her waist tightened and he seemed to sense how near she was to coming again. He urged her higher on his cock only to release her, slamming him back into her pussy. She cried out, screaming his name as a ripple of her orgasm shot through her. He paused near the big pine tree at the edge of their yard and eased her back against the bark. “Come for me, Sela mine. Come now.”

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The man didn’t give her much choice. He pistoned his cock in and out of her dripping pussy. The harsh sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the air and mingled with their panting. Closer and closer still she urged toward her third climax of the night and she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle another. “Please, Yosi, come with me.” Her cunt rippled and tightened around his cock as she clenched. Thank God for Cosmo and Kegel exercises. His arms remained around her, protecting her back from the rough pine bark. She clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his fur-covered flesh as her orgasm neared. She wanted, no, needed him to come with her. Nothing signaled the closeness they shared like coming together. Yosi, still pumping his cock in and out of her pussy, seemed oblivious to her gentle kisses on his shoulder. Her body wanted to relax and let him do the work, but her wolf wanted more. It wanted to claim. He always proclaimed her as his, but she needed to mark him in her own way. Her climax rushed along her nerves, springing forth and seeming to surprise them both. As the pure sensations of pleasure coursed through her with every beat of her heart, she didn’t hesitate. Sela sunk her distended fangs into Yosi’s shoulder, renewing the mating mark she’d bestowed upon him the night of their marriage. Immediately, as if she’d ordered him to do her will, he came with her name on his lips -- his rhythm disrupted by the sudden release as he jerked within her pulsing cunt. His release flooded her and his seed slipped free of her pussy to coat her inner thighs yet still he didn’t withdraw. Instead, he eased away from the tree and continued his journey toward the house. “Yosi.” She squirmed. “You can set me down now.” “Now, Sela mine, why would I do that? My dick’s perfectly happy buried deep inside you. Besides, you wouldn’t want it to get cold, would you?”

Chapter Three It only took three more rounds of lovemaking for the yeti and her wolf to be fully sated. Finally, as the clock rolled over to three in the morning, Yosi relented and passed out next to her. As the sun peeked through the curtains of their bedroom and struck Sela in the face, she was slammed with another familiar urge. She slipped from the bed, thankful Yosi slept through her departure, and tiptoed through the bedroom, holding her stomach the entire time. This needed to stop. Soon. She reached the bathroom in enough time to retch in the toilet. Nothing came up, of course, but her body didn’t seem to realize that this whole retching thing was an exercise in futility. Again and again her stomach heaved as she hovered over the bowl of the toilet, each time cursing Yosi for doing this to her. She acknowledged that it took two to make a baby, but it was his seed that he left in her which made this bundle of puke-inducing joy come into creation. Wiping her eyes with a piece of toilet paper, a movement caught her attention. She turned her head and met Yosi’s troubled gaze. “Sela? What’s wrong, love? What is it?” He crouched next to her on the floor and brushed the hair from her face. “Yeti.” She whimpered. “Again?” She nodded. As she heaved into the toilet, he held her hair and whispered soothing words until she felt she was done. After almost two weeks of doing this alone, it felt good to have him at her back, comforting and caring for her with his strong hands.

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He wiped her mouth and dabbed the tears from her eyes before pulling her into his lap. Yosi cradled her in his arms as he sat on the tile floor. Sela pressed her face into his chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart, and inhaled the lingering combined scents from their lovemaking. Their breaths mingled and not a sound could be heard in the small bathroom. He stroked her back, arms and legs, holding her close. She listened intently to his heart. It still beat fast and hard. She’d wanted to wait, had wanted to be sure of her condition before telling him. Hell, she had hoped to get away with not telling him for a while. As much as she loved the man holding her, she knew her life of flitting around as she pleased would be curtailed by the over-protective man. “Got something to tell me, Sela?” She buried her face further into his chest. “Don’t know.” His hands froze. “Don’t know?” She shook her head. “Don’t you think we should test to see? Do you think you might…” She nodded and his heart rate increased. They’d not been actively trying, but they hadn’t been protecting themselves either. Sela knew Yosi wanted little yolf babies running around the house. Yolf. She almost laughed into his chest. That was one name they’d picked to describe their offspring. The mixture between a yeti and a wolf. A yolf. “I’ve got a test under the sink,” she finally managed to whisper. Before she could utter a word of protest, Yosi deposited her on the closed toilet seat and began digging through the cabinet beneath the sink with a wide grin on his face. He poked and prodded under there, pulling items out and tossing them into the bedroom as he searched. Her curling iron was the first to go since the cord had obviously become unwound. It got wrapped around his hands and he struggled to free himself before flinging it into the other room. She heard it collide with a piece of furniture with a loud clunk. He dove back in, pulling out her maxi pads (she might not need those for a while), then her tray of hair products. Every item he found that wasn’t the pregnancy

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test got thrown to the wayside. The entire time, he grumbled about how hard the floor was on his knees. “See, told you we should have bought the better mats. You don’t spend much time on your knees, mister, but I do. Now you know what it’s like.” It seemed changing the subject wasn’t going to happen. “Found it!” He held the early response pregnancy test high above his head as if it was a gold medal, and the smile on his face rivaled the one he’d worn when they were married. Sela jumped from the toilet and snatched the test from his hands. “Thank you, now shoo while I take it.” She pushed him toward the door. He didn’t budge. “What do you mean shoo while you take it? I’m staying. We’re doing this together. We made this baby together and we’ll take the test together.” Damn, he’d squared his shoulders and everything. “But I’m carrying the hypothetical baby now, and I’m not peeing on a stick in front of you, Yosi, so forget it. I’ll let you in when I’m done.” Lord, couldn’t she have a bit of privacy? He didn’t even move from the doorway. Actually, he inched toward her. “Sela mine…” He lowered his head until his lips brushed hers. “I have licked your ass. Taking a pregnancy test to see if we’re going to have a baby should be no big deal.” Figured he’d go there. “I don’t care.” Tears sprung to her eyes, unbidden and annoying as all get-out. “Peeing is a private thing, Yosi. I just want to do this by myself. I’ll let you in as soon as I’m done.” She sniffled. Damn hormones. He must have seen her tears because he finally relented. “Okay, love, but I’m not waiting more than ten seconds, so get it done.” And he didn’t. One quick second to relieve herself onto the waiting stick, two to get the stupid clear cap on without getting her urine all over her hands and then the rest to regain her composure. Then the man was back.

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They resumed their spot on the floor, Yosi cradling her as they waited the two minutes and thirty seconds which would announce their fate. She knew what they’d find. A little pink smiley face shining bright on the test that would announce the end of her freedom to do as she pleased. Though she had to admit, even with the impending loss of her freedom to Yosi’s over-protective nature, she really hoped they’d managed to create a small life. If she were pregnant, it was nothing short of a miracle. Few babies were born to mixed families and after five years, she had given up hope of ever conceiving. Unconsciously, she stroked her lower belly and smiled. “Thinking about our little baby safe inside you?” Yosi asked, and she nodded. “Me too. He’s snuggled warm in your belly, growing stronger every day.” He brushed a kiss across her temple. “I envy the little guy.” “What?” “Yup, you are the embodiment of love, Sela mine. When we make love and you take me deep inside, part of me wants to stay connected with you forever. To bury myself within you and to be loved and cared for within your body. Maybe that’s why God lets us have children. So that we can always be connected to one another.” He whispered his admission against her hair, before he nuzzled her neck. “I love you, Sela mine.” “Oh, Yosi.” She sighed and turned her face to capture his lips in a gentle kiss. “I love you too, my big sentimental yeti.” The tender moment was broken by the beeping of Yosi’s watch. “It’s been two and a half minutes!” The process of before was repeated. He hefted her up and onto the closed toilet lid before dashing to the bathroom counter. Sela was hot on his heels and they both stared. Yup. The pink smiley face she knew would appear had shown up. Thus marking the end of her freedom and with Yosi’s next statement: her sex life.

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“Holy shit. We’ve got to get you to a doctor! What if my dick hurt the baby? You should not have let me be so rough with you, Sela, if you thought you were pregnant…” And blah, blah, more worried blah. Sela tuned him out as he lowered his face to her, and planted a kiss on his lips. Up until the very last second, Yosi continued spouting nonsense about the size of his manhood and how lovemaking would injure the little guy. Sela broke the kiss, and the moment her lips left his he started up again. “You should have said something and… God, all of that pounding couldn’t have been good for him.” “Yosi. You. Did. Not. Hurt. The. Baby.” She took a deep breath. “Me, in a good way, but not the baby. He’s swimming around in a big ball of watery gunk inside me.” Sela rubbed her lower abdomen for effect. “Lots of water and he’s a little peanut of a thing. He’s okay. Promise.” His gaze flicked to her stomach then back to her face and she sighed. He didn’t believe a word she said. She was so screwed… or rather, not.

Chapter Four Sela leaned against the bumper of their SUV as she waited for Ysai and Royce to arrive. They’d helped her load her package into the back seat of the SUV and promised to meet her outside the plant within minutes in Royce’s car. They still hadn’t arrived. Maybe leaving the two of them alone together had been a bad idea. Ysai wouldn’t let go of the things Sela’s pack had done to her before she and Yosi got together, and seeing as Royce was her pack alpha… Ysai had the teensiest problem with the guy. But, they were the only two people Sela could trust for something like this. She peeked through the tinted windows into the back seat and breathed a sigh of relief. Her passenger still slept. He’d be one pissed off yeti when he finally woke. She just hoped that didn’t happen until Ysai and Royce got here to help her put her plan into play. Finally, Royce pulled up in his battered truck, Ysai next to him in the front seat. Sela couldn’t miss the glare the yeti woman sent her way. Too bad. If Sela and Yosi didn’t get this straightened out today, she was bound to go mad. Before the truck had even come to a halt, Ysai vaulted from the vehicle as if it were on fire and stormed up to Sela. “I can not believe you dragged him into this,” she said with a sneer. Leave it to Ysai to say what was on her mind, even if it hurt or angered anyone else. “Me?” Damn, Royce hadn’t been far behind her. Sela winced and Royce continued. “I’m her alpha. Who else can she trust with something like this?” He pulled the alpha card, he’s in for it now. “Ooh. Big, bad alpha. Tell me, alpha, where were you when Sela and Yosi were locked in the stupid freezer in the first place? Huh? Or how about all the times the rest

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of the pack ostracized her because she looked different?” Damn, the woman was on a roll and nothing Sela could do would stop Ysai now. “I’ll tell you where you were. Probably shacked up with some tail-twitching slut while our Sela was being tormented. You can’t be trusted and she should have stuck with getting help from her family. Her only family.” “Yetis? You people eat wolves. She’s probably too afraid of becoming dinner to the rest of your family if they gather in one place.” Well, it looked like Sela would be breaking up a fight instead of fixing her marriage today. Ysai didn’t take Royce’s insult very well and leapt for the man. Thankfully, Sela jumped in between them before she was able to do more than smack him on the shoulder. The moment she got between them, all physical fighting stopped. At least being pregnant was good for something. Even pissed off werewolves and yetis wouldn’t hit a woman with child. “Stop it!” Sela ordered and Ysai snarled, followed by Royce’s low growl. “Both of you quit acting like babies right now.” She shoved them apart and stared them both down. Ysai immediately looked contrite and headed toward the SUV, but Royce was a bit harder to handle. Alpha or not, she needed his help and wasn’t beyond manipulation to get what she wanted. “I need you to help me with this and not pick a fight with Ysai every five minutes. I’m depending on the two people I trust most after my husband to help me get everything situated and make sure that we have what we need while in there. I can’t really do that if you’re poking at Ysai every five minutes, can I?” Royce’s eyes glowed red, but Sela wasn’t going to back down. This was too important to let his “I’m the alpha” feelings get in the way. “You’re testing --” Royce’s voice was low and menacing, but Sela cut him off. “I’m not testing anything. I’m getting repaid for all of my suffering at the hands of your brother. Like

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when he locked me in the freezer, hoping I’d die in there? Perfect. We’ll call everything even once this is done, Royce.” He snapped his mouth closed and nodded. Good. At least they wouldn’t be fighting any longer. Sela turned on her heel and stalked toward the SUV, rubbing tiny circles on her growing belly as she walked. She shifted her hand to her lower back and massaged the tense muscles, shaking her head. She couldn’t believe the size of her belly already. The doc didn’t seem worried at her last appointment, simply telling her that she was carrying a yeti baby, but damn, was the kid heavy. As if sensing her thoughts, the baby kicked and spun within her and she drew up short, leaning against the SUV for support. “Sela?” Ysai came to her side and took over the job of rubbing her back. “You okay?” She nodded. “Yeah, the baby is just reminding me that he’s there.” She glanced at her burgeoning belly. “God, look at me. I’m as big as a house and only five months along.” “You sure you still want to do this?” Worry tainted Ysai’s voice. “I have to. If I don’t, I’ll go mad during the next midnight moon.” Royce joined them. “What have you been doing each month?” “Suffering. Yosi won’t make love to me and he won’t let me shift as my wolf demands, so I’ve spent the time aroused as hell with no relief.” Royce looked at her as if she’d grown two heads. “Five months of no…” “No, only three. I was two months along before we knew for sure.” “What? I’m missing something here. What’s the big deal with the moon?” Ysai dug her thumbs into Sela’s lower back as she asked her question, causing Sela to moan. “I shift or I fuck. One or the other. Sorta like when yetis get real cold, real fast. They don’t have a choice, their yeti wants satisfaction. Well, one night a month, I go through the same thing only Mr. I-am-the-husband yeti in there wouldn’t let me do either. Now, it’s his turn to suffer at the hand of his base nature and I get to be the

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beneficiary.” Sela smiled, more to herself because of what was to come than to either of her companions. “Seriously?” Ysai didn’t seem to believe her. “Oh, yeah. It’s painful as hell,” Royce agreed with Sela. “Are you sure you should be doing this, Sela? What about the baby?” Couldn’t she find one man who would trust a woman to know her own body? “The doctor assures me the baby will be fine. It was conceived with Yosi’s loving and will live through it, just like I will. Now, help me get this hunk of stubborn ass into the freezer. I’ve got a yeti to fuck and I’m long overdue for some satisfaction.”

*** Sela rubbed soothing circles over her bulging abdomen as she sat on the pallet of pre-formed frozen hamburgers. Good thing she’d managed to hunt down her outfit from years ago. And it still fit… mostly. Her breasts had become larger with the pregnancy, as had her stomach, which meant her boobs popped out of the neckline of her halter-top and the skirt rode low on her hips, below her belly. The strappy sandals she’d worn that first night had never been recovered, so she went shopping one day while Yosi was working and purchased another pair. The outfit didn’t look exactly the same as it had, but it was close enough. The baby kicked and flipped, making its presence known as she waited for Yosi to awaken. His mother had shared a closely held secret about Yosi with Sela so she could get the giant yeti to the meat packing plant safely. Coffee. Caffeine to be exact. Taken by any other living thing in the world, caffeine would jump start a person and take them from half-slumber to wide-awake in an instant. With yetis… not so much. The man had taken one good swig of his No-Doz laced morning orange juice and went out like a light in a hurricane. Good thing he’d been sitting down. With Ysai and Royce’s half-assed help, here they were, back at the scene of the crime. Well, back where the two of them first met, anyway. Sela didn’t think she’d ever be so happy to see the inside of a meat freezer, but she was. Thrilled even. Her pussy

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had grown achy and wet with each step she’d taken closer to this room. The freezing temperature and scent of the frigid air wrapped around her, comforting her as she waited for Yosi to awaken. It wouldn’t be long, his mother had assured her. “The cold is the most powerful pull to a yeti. He will answer,” she’d said. So Sela waited. His mother had been right. Within minutes Yosi stirred, moaning and rocking his head side to side as if to clear it before he rolled over onto his hands and knees. Sela uncrossed her ankles (she’d been unable to cross her legs at the knee for weeks) and slid her skirt up her thighs. The freezing air caressed her panty-free and freshly waxed pussy when she spread her legs wider. She didn’t want Yosi to be able to resist her the moment he awoke with lust riding him hard. At first, when he wouldn’t touch her, she knew it was because he worried for the baby, but lately… she’d begun wondering if her new appearance disgusted him in some way. Catching him masturbating in the bathroom and coming with her name on his lips proved to her that all he needed was a bit of a push to make love to her. She decided perhaps a push wouldn’t be enough for the stubborn man, so she determined a shove was in order. After making it to his knees, he continued to shake his head, eyes closed. Sela watched as the tiny white hairs appeared on his arms. Already he was feeling the pull of the yeti. Good. Finally, as if sensing her presence, his eyes snapped open and trained on her. She smiled, the sweet “I didn’t do anything wrong” smile he usually found so adorable. It didn’t work this time. “Sela,” he growled, his voice already dropping low. “Hi, baby.” She wiggled her fingers at him and spread her legs wider and wiggled her ass. “See anything you like?” Yosi rolled to his feet and stared at her, his eyes lightening with every passing second. He turned his attention to the door and pulled his foot back to kick it. She stopped him just in time. “Love, you’re not wearing shoes…” He growled and whirled on her. “Mistake, Sela. Not hurt baby.”

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Damn if his momma wasn’t right. “No, Yosi, you won’t. I talked with the doctor, and since you wouldn’t listen, I’m taking what I want.” Sela slid her index finger into her mouth, flicking the tip before skimming her breasts with the wet digit. She kept her attention on Yosi as she slipped her finger into the folds of her pussy and she shivered. It was a strain to reach around her growing belly, but it was worth it. The first tingles of pleasure fluttered through her heat. Yosi’s reaction was that of a typical male. He wasted no time in stomping toward her. He dropped to his knees in front of the pallet. His attention wavered, shifting from her face to her pussy and back again. “Sela mine.” “Yours, Yosi.” He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and pulled her hand away from her pussy. She whimpered in protest, but he didn’t stop. He enveloped her juice-slicked fingers with his mouth, tongue flicking and licking her essence from her digits as their gazes remained intent on one another. He leaned forward and buried his nose in her folds, lapping at her cream and exhaling his warm breath all over her pussy. He licked and sucked her labia, first the left and then the right. He nipped the oversensitive, bare flesh with his teeth as he drove her wild. Pure pleasure coursed through her veins and she moaned and squirmed as his tongue darted into her core, circling her opening with languid grace. “Yosi, please.” Sela wasn’t above begging. Not when it had been so long since she’d even been able to reach her pussy without strain. He slid first one finger and then another into her cunt, filling it for the first time in months and she gasped at how stretched she felt from that simple invasion. He latched his mouth over her clit, circling the aroused nub with the tip of his tongue while his fingers worked in a tiny “come here” motion. She rocked her hips and gasped as the tips of his fingers stroked her G-spot. Sela placed her hands behind her on the pallet, using her arms to support her weight while she fucked Yosi’s fingers. “Fuck, yes, Yosi. Fuck me.”

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He growled against her clit, the vibrations sinking into her pussy, and her cunt contracted around his fingers. So fucking close. She increased her rocking and rolled her hips in tiny circles as he continued to slip his fingers over that sweet spot. She couldn’t see his eyes over her pregnant stomach, but she imagined them shining a bright, iridescent blue as his yeti gained more control. Finally, he nicked her clit with one of his teeth, the bite of pain sending her hurtling over the edge as her climax burst through her entire body. Muscles she didn’t remember she had contracted and tensed with the river of pleasure that flowed through her. Yosi’s motions had followed her, speeding up as she approached her peak, and now he slowed his ministrations, giving her a chance to catch her breath. Tiny shudders continued to wrack her body as the unparalleled pleasure of an orgasm from her yeti waned. Finally, he slid his fingers free of her cunt and stood before her. The poor man had gone seriously yeti while he’d given her pleasure. His shirt fluttered around his shoulders in tatters and from what she could see, his pants hadn’t fared much better. He licked the proof of her arousal from his fingers while his other hand tugged at the remnants of his jeans. In no time, he stood before her bare. Well, as bare as a furcovered (everywhere but his cock) yeti could be. He palmed his cock, stroking his massive erection from root to tip and back again as she watched. More than anything, she’d like to take him into her mouth and swallow his seed, but there was no way her ass was hopping off the pallet now. Not when it’d taken both Ysai and Royce to get her on the damn thing due to the size of her belly. Instead she looked into his eyes and smiled sweetly. Sela scooted back on the cardboard surface and rolled to her side, exposing her bare ass and pussy to her husband. “Fuck me, Yosi. Hard and fast or soft and slow, but do it now.” Every pregnant woman sex book she’d read recommended that the woman lay on their sides or backs. She’d also read that lying on her side somehow made her pussy

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feel tighter and her man’s cock feel that much bigger. She couldn’t imagine Yosi feeling any bigger than he was, but damn she wanted to try. She slid her hand along her hip and stroked the globe of her ass, all the while giving Yosi her “fuck me” look. “Sela. Bad.” “You’re right, I am bad. Why don’t you punish me with your cock, Yeti.” Cliché? Yes. Effective? Abso-I’mgonnagetfucked-lutely. He didn’t waste time debating or arguing anymore and Sela breathed a frigid sigh of relief. She wanted more than his fingers inside her. She wanted the connection they shared when they made love. She felt the tip of his cock slip through her folds less than a second before he slammed himself home deep within her pussy. She screamed at the sudden sensation of being filled near to bursting. The Internet hadn’t lied and Sela thought this might be her new favorite position. Yosi froze after he was seated fully and she took deep breaths as a series of miniorgasms skittered along her nerves. Oh, damn. Sela could feel every ridge and vein that lined her lover’s cock. The flared head as it nestled deep within her pussy teased her with every breath she took. Without any warning, Yosi gripped her hip and withdrew his cock, only to slam it home again with a growl. “Mine.” Fuck. Yeah. This is what she’d needed. Sela brought her knees higher, exposing more of her pussy to Yosi as he thrust in and out of her cunt. He kept a rapid pace as he fucked her, hard and fast. She pinched her nipple, rolling the hardened nub between her thumb and forefinger while her husband took her. She moaned and gasped with every plunge of his cock into her aching pussy. Over and over again he forced his way into her heat. She arched her back as much as she could, wanting him deeper, harder, more. Without warning, Yosi slapped her ass.

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The pain blossomed and spread from her rear end and she embraced the new sensation as she begged for more. Again he slapped her flesh. “Yeti…” she moaned. “Again?” He obliged her, smacking the cheek over and over again. Now Sela saw the slight drawback in this position. He could only smack half of her ass. Oh, but the half he could reach warmed beneath his heavy hand and only served to heighten her arousal. Before long, his motions became inconsistent and jerky. The knowledge that her husband was close to orgasm fueled her own. She pinched her nipple harder and rocked slightly to meet his every thrust, tightening her Kegels as she did so. Soon, before she knew it, her orgasm slid through her, long, deep and entirely satisfying. She came amid moans of pleasure and gasps of pain as Yosi’s fingers dug into her hip. Soon, Yosi tensed and froze, her name on his lips as his seed flooded her pussy. He jerked a few more times before slumping over her, his silken hair teasing her sweatslicked body. “Sela mine.” “Yours, always yours, love.” She stroked the hair on his face as he rested his cheek on her breast. “I am going to tan your ass.” She giggled, she couldn’t help it. The thought of him tanning her ass… mmm. “You’ll have to let me turn over then, love. My left cheek is already tanned enough for today.” He grunted, not responding at first. “I could have hurt you.” “Never, Yosi. You love me. This baby was conceived with your cock and the doctor assures me that as long as there are no other complications, we can continue ‘marital relations’.” He rose onto his hands and stared at her. “You’re sure?” “Positive.” “Okay then, turn over, baby, and let me tan the other side of this ass of mine.” Sela was only too happy to oblige.

Epilogue Six months later… “Come on, sweetie, in through the nose and out through the mouth. Make your train noises. Hee, hee, hee, hoooooo. You can do it. Come on, Sela, almost there.” Sela reached out and snatched Yosi’s hand from the bed railing and squeezed it as hard as she could while drawing him closer. “I am not almost there. Stop lying. I haven’t been almost there for thirteen hou… Ah! Fuck!” Another contraction wrenched through her midsection, forcing the breath from her lungs and all strength from her body as she fought the pain. She squeezed Yosi’s hand even harder and thought she might have heard a bone crack. As the pain ebbed, she released her hold and relaxed into the hospital bed. Yosi, the dutiful husband he was, wiped the sweat from her brow as she rested between contractions. “Never again, Yosi. I’m not doing this again. Come near me and I’ll chop off Mr. Thumpkin with a kitchen knife. Try me and see.” She poked him in the chest. Sela took a deep breath and eased to her side. The size of her belly made movement difficult. “And I swear if you would have told me how long I’d be carrying this kid, I would have walked the other way, mates be damned. Eleven months, Yosi. Who carries a kid for eleven months?” Sela pulled her knees up as high as she could as another contraction built. Yosi stayed by her side, holding her hand while she fought the pain. “I know, love, I know. Never again, Sela mine.” He brushed a kiss across her sweat-dampened forehead. “Never again.” “I mean it, Yosi.” Her voice sounded weak, even to her.

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Just then, the doctor bustled through the door, Ysai hot on his heels. Sela didn’t think she could handle the woman, not now. Before she could voice a protest, another contraction washed through her, this one harder than the last. The doc, bless his fear-filled heart, waited until she was through the pain before touching her. In hour ten, he’d made that mistake and had the bite marks to prove it. Knowing what he wanted, she propped her feet in the stirrups and waited for his assessment. “Well, my dear, it’s about that time.” Sela sighed with relief. “You’re going to finally put me out and just give me a csection. Thank you, Doc, I knew you had a heart. Even if you did promise Yosi not to tell me how long I’d be carrying this baby.” She glared at her husband while Ysai snorted in the corner. “Oh, bitch. Don’t even start laughing ’cause as soon as I’m better, we are so having a come to Jesus meeting.” No one responded to Sela’s threat because the next thing she knew another pain enveloped her like none other. Damn, this kid wanted out. Bad. By the time the last pain receded another took its place, twice as hard and debilitating as the most recent. Her fangs descended and Sela gripped the bed railings, resisting the urge to bite something. “Yosi…” she moaned, wanting to beg for what she needed, but unable to get the words out. They’d brought a thick, worn piece of leather along just in case of such a circumstance, but it was buried in her suitcase. “Bite…” Before Yosi even had a chance to respond, Ysai shoved something between her teeth. Sela spat it out and glared at the woman. Oh yeah, as soon as the birthing business was done, they’d be throwing down. “A stick? Do I look like a fucking dog to you?” Sela fought against Yosi’s hold, half listening to him and the doctor. She pushed and yelled, ranted and raved as she fought with Yosi and told Ysai exactly what she thought of her. “You are a dog, Sela,” Ysai sneered. “You fucking --”

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“Language, Sela,” Yosi warned. “I’ll give you both fucking…” She pushed as the doctor’s order broke through their argument, bearing down as the stupid, little lying man counted to ten. Before she could catch her breath and finish her statement, she was ordered to push again. Three times they repeated the process, breath, push, counting, breath, push… The whole time she glared at the female yeti she desperately wanted to maim. She didn’t know why Ysai was acting like she was, but soon the woman would get hers. Finally, the tightness in her abdomen and vagina eased and she heard a faint cry fill the room. Suddenly the enormity of the situation overrode her anger at Ysai, and she realized the woman had been goading her on purpose and letting anger fight with her pain. Sela shared a look of pure joy and love with Yosi as their newborn was placed on her slightly deflated stomach. With infinite care, she stroked the baby’s cheek with one finger. Convinced the worst of her labor was over, she nearly dropped the baby when yet another massive contraction hit. The doctor popped his head up from behind the sheet draped over her knees, his face white as a ghost. “Um, we’ve got…” His words were drowned out by Sela’s scream combined with that of her newborn boy. Ysai jumped forward and scooped the baby off her chest and handed him to a nurse before taking her position next to Sela. She gripped both Ysai’s and Yosi’s hands in hers as the contractions continued. “Yeti…” she whimpered and moaned. “Again.” “Again?” Yosi asked with a dumbfounded look on his face. Sela nodded and bore down, hoping this second birth would go quickly. Two minutes later, a bouncing baby girl joined her brother in the world. Fifteen minutes after that, their parents had their first argument regarding the babies.

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“Get over it, Yosi. I am not naming my children Yandrea and Yaron just because your family has a thing with the letter Y.” Sela cuddled her baby girl to her chest and glared at the child’s father. “But, Sela…” “Pick another letter,” she snapped. “They can have similar names, but I am not cursing them to never being able to have easily purchased personalized stationary.” She nodded as if her argument made perfect sense, even though she knew it really didn’t. Something inside her wanted to start fresh and new with their little family. Besides, she’d birthed the babies and she should get veto power when it came to names. “How about just Andrea and Aaron? They’re similar, but…” She sniffled. She was playing dirty since Yosi couldn’t resist the sniffles. “I just want them to be ours.” Yosi approached, baby Aaron in his arms. He held the baby cradled to his chest and then cupped Sela’s cheek. They’d been through a lot in the past fourteen hours and she hoped he’d see things her way. She leaned into his touch. His eyes brimmed with tears, and he nodded. “Of course, Sela mine. You’ve given me two of the most precious gifts in the world. I just wish I could repay what you’ve done today.” He leaned forward and brushed a kiss across her brow. “Oh, Yosi, you can.” “Anything for you, love.” He smiled, and as evil as she knew her next request would be, it was necessary. Come hell or high water, she was not going through this again. “Get a vasectomy.”

Celia Kyle Celia would have loved to have written her own biography, but she just didn’t know what to say. In a fit of desperation, she turned to me, her most trusted confidant and friend. I realize you’re asking yourself, “Who is this?” I am Cali, her cat. I also go by a few other names, but those may be too strong for your delicate ears. Suffice it to say my mommy is very creative and not just with writing. My mommy, Celia, began writing in August of 2006. I know this because it was around that time our meals started coming later and later in the day. As months passed, she spent more and more time in front of the boring screen. Though, it was fun to chase the little arrow around every once in a while. You should hear her scream! But I digress. She’s worked hard to give readers sexy, quirky heroines they can relate to. And you better damn well appreciate it. All I got was late night feedings. And I didn’t even make it into one of her books by name! That damn kitten, Katie O’Meghan, did. Bitch. Well, enjoy her writings and if you want to praise her for her work… don’t. I’d like to get fed at some point, people. Fine. If you must contact her, her website is at www.celiakyle.com or you can send an email to [email protected]. But when I go hungry, I’ll blame you all!