Chapter 245: Chapter 244

Zane Everything I'd ever eaten in my entire life had come out of me.

“I'm good,” | lied as Lanie rubbed my back in soothing circles and Xander pressed a damp cloth to the back of my neck. “T’ll be good. Just give me a few minutes.”

“It's working,” she said. “I’m sorry it’s making you so sick, love, but that means it’s working.”

“| know.”

The nausea didn’t pass like magic, but it did pass. | was able to take a shower and brush my teeth. My eyes were red, though, and | looked like I’d been hit by a truck and dragged for a few miles.

“She didn’t pick me for my pretty face,” | tried to joke.

Xander lightly punched my arm. “Good thing, since you’re ugly as f uck right now.”

“You hush,” Lanie scolded. “He’s gorgeous and always will be.”

My d ick twitched.

“Yeah... the rest of it’s working,” | said, pressing my hand to the front of my jeans, where my coc k bulged.

“You ready to go make yourself a baby?”

| turned at the sound of Mason's voice. My heart pounded. My co ck felt hard enough to break bricks.

“F uck yeah,” | said eagerly. “Can't wait. A little Zane running around? F uck, yeah.”

Xander frowned. “You sure about that, buddy?”

I'd never been more sure of anything in my life. My balls were so heavy, I’d be surprised if | didn’t get her pregnant from across the room. | itched and ached to sink myself inside that witch, fill her up, watch her belly swell with my pup...

“Zane.” Lanie brought me back to myself. “It's time for you to go. Mason will drive you.”

“l can drive.”

“You can barely stand,” Xander groused.

“What are you talking about? | feel f ucking amaaaaazing.” | let the word drawl out, ending in a howl ripping from my throat as my wolf surged. | shadowboxed, dancing from foot to foot.

Lanie turned away. “Mason, please take him now. | can’t watch this.”

“Baby, baby, baby.” | tried to comfort her. “It’s all good, I’m good. It'll be fine. I’m just going to go get my c ock sunk deep in that witch, but it’s all fine...”

“By the Moon, Zane, shut up,” Mason said irritably.

Lanie left the room. | kn not like it mattered, right? She had two other hot c ocks ready to service her, she could take a break from mine for one night.

| rubbed my hand on the front of my jeans and grinned.

“Zane, for f u ck’s sakes,” Xander said. “Get out of here.”

In the car ride, | couldn’t stop myself from rubbing my co ck through my jeans. | was on fire. Mason looked at me like | was a f ucking freak, but | didn’t care. When your c ock’s that hard, you don’t care about anything.

We pulled up in front of the Stillwood Inn, and Mason turned off the ignition. | tasted sweat on my upper lip. The world was a little blurry.

“Dude. I’m going to ask you again, just to be sure. You really want to do this?” Mason's voice sounded kind of far away.

| groaned. “F uck yes. | want to fill her up with my baby.”

| closed my eyes. “I don’t want to hurt Lanie. This is going to upset her, isn’t it? Me being with another woman?”

“She understands that you have to do this.”

| swallowed hard. “I have to.”

“Yes. You have to.” Mason gripped my shoulder, squeezing. “One more time. You want this?”

“| shouldn't, right?”

“Let's just sit here for another minute. Until you’re sure.” Mason’s eyes flashed for a second, but | wasn’t sure why. | felt his wolf, though.

“Alpha,” | muttered.

“It's all good, man. Let's just make sure you're cool. We know you have to. Me, Xander, Lanie. We'll all be waiting for you when you get back.”

| let my head fall back against the seat. My c ock was as big as a python. Anaconda. It was going to leap the f uck out of my zipper, the metal teeth straining, no way | could myself back another minute.

“You want this, Zane?”

“| want it.” | didn’t know why, but | did.

Mason nodded. “Okay. Go. Text me when you're done, and I’ll come pick you up.”

| put my hand on the door handle. “Aren't you going to tell me to have fun?”

“No. | can’t tell you that. Just go.”

Cool night air hit me in the face but did nothing to stop the fire between my legs as | walked to the outside door to the room where the witch was supposed to be waiting for me.

| knocked She opened it. Her eyes dropped to the front of my jeans. They went wide.

“Well, well, well,” Rhiannon said. “It looks like you're ready, all right.”

“Let's do this.”