Page 76 of Pregnant Forced Mate

When she giggles, I lift my head. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she simpers. “I just had the nastiest thought.”

“Hm… What is that?”

She blushes deeply, gnawing on her bottom lip. “It’s inappropriate right now.”

I lift one quizzical brow, hands loosely on her hips. “Well, considering that you’re not just my mate but you’re gonna be my wife, nothing is inappropriate.”

“Nothing?”

“No,” I shake my head, sliding my fingers beneath the waistband of her denim jeans and staring up through heady eyes. “Anything goes. As long as you use your words, angel.”

Yazmine licks her lips, staring down at me through the dark veil of her lashes that cast a glow on her cheeks.

Gorgeous.

“I—I was imagining what it’d be like to have…” her voice falters, and she gulps. “... What it would be like to have your face between my thighs right now.”

The mischievous smirk that curls my lips to one side is brought on by the pride I feel swelling my chest. My mate, my future wife, the woman who’s carrying my child, stares at me boldly. She’s everything I could have asked for in a woman, and she’s mine.

“Say no more, my angel,” I drawl as I begin removing her jeans, licking my lips in anticipation of her sweetness. Eating her out behind a tree on the top of the mountain wasn’t a part of tonight’s itinerary.

It is, however, something I could get used to.

Epilogue - Yazmine

Two Months Later

“Woo-hoo! Go, Aragon!” I yell at the top of my lungs, clapping my hands and calling his attention toward me on the first row of the bleachers.

Aragon glances at me and throws me a wink with the broadest grin before taking up position behind his team.

Today, it’s Felix’s turn to eat dust.

Sinking to the bench the moment the ball is kicked in the air to signal the next round of the rugby game, Kairo leans in with a giggle.

“I haven’t seen Aragon this happy in years,” she comments.”Actually, I’ve never seen him this happy ever.”

“It’s because he decided to revive rugby on the island,” I remind her.

“No,” Kairo disagrees with a firm shake of her head. “It’s because of you.”

Sighing forlornly, I watch Aragon capture the ball from Brantley and swiftly navigate the field, dodging incoming defenses and racing toward the posts. He scores another try, earning applause from the crowd cheering his team.

He turns to the bleachers and searches for me in the crowd, meeting my eyes and mouthing the words, “I love you,” before being hauled off the ground by his team. They celebrate their victory, but there’s something wrong.

I see it in the way Aragon’s eyes go blank, staring at the void.

I turn to Kairo, noticing that she’s become still. A few seconds pass before she breathes again, indicating the end of the telepathic message they received.

“Is everything alright?” I ask warily when I witness the color draining from her face.

“Yeah…” she turns to me, worry etched on her furrowed brows. “I think there’s a problem.”

“A problem?” I reach for her hand.

Kairo nods slowly. “It’s—” She turns her face toward the field, prompting me to do the same when I notice her exchanging glances with Aragon. He waves at me before rushing out of the field toward the castle.

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