Page 69 of Pregnant Rejected Mate

“Not as beautiful as you, mi ángel…” he drawls back, staring headily into my eyes as he carries me to the bed. He lays me down gently, my heart skipping a beat at how gentle he is.

The past few months have been crazy, Felix and I unable to keep our hands off each other. Last night’s shower session was even crazier when we had a mild scare that we might not make it to our own wedding. For a second, I thought my water had broken. It turned out to be the effects of his skillful fingers, coupled with penetrating me while I bent over and braced my palms on the shower stall’s tiled wall.

Still, his patience right now touches my heart, even if I know it’s because he doesn’t want the twins to come just yet at least until tomorrow.

Felix climbs onto the bed, settling beside me and sliding an arm under my head. He places one hand on the mound of my belly, then closes his eyes as a soft smile plays on his lips.

“What are you doing?” I ask with a frown.

“Shhh…” he cajoles, smoothing his hand in a circle over my belly. “I’m asking them for permission.”

“Permission for wh—”

Permission for this, Felix says, but his lips don’t move.

I gasped when I realized that it was his voice in my mind.

“Wait!” I exclaim excitedly. “I can hear you!”

He exhales sharply as if he just let out a breath he’d been holding in, eyes shooting open as he smiles.

“That was interesting,” he laments with a light chuckle. “The twins permitted me to enter your mind. It was so… Powerful.”

“Can you do it again?”

He nods slowly, eyes wandering over my belly as he smiles. “I want you to try now.”

I purse my lips, closing my eyes and willing my mind to speak to my mate. But when I open my eyes again, I realize that he hasn’t heard me.

“I have an idea.” I bite my bottom lip as I climb off the bed.

I begin hitching up the flowing layers of lace and silk over my hips. Felix gets the idea and smirks coyly, reaching between my thighs and pulling my thong to one side, exposing my folds. When I climb back on the bed carefully, he removes his pants enough to free his cock. Biting my lip in anticipation of the delicious stretch, I sink down on him, walls stretching around his immense girth.

While he’s ball’s deep inside me, I close my eyes, barely able to focus on how deep the stretch is. I persist, nonetheless, repeating the exact words over and over again in my mind.

I love you, my guardian angel.

I love you too, mi ángel, Felix replies, to which my eyes spring open, and I gasp.

“It worked!” I say excitedly.

He nods, throat working as he gulps when the friction is too much to bear. A slight moan escapes his lips, prompting me to giggle.

“I can’t wait for the twins to be born,” he muses, fingers hitching under the low neckline of the wedding dress and ripping it off my breasts, his hips gyrating beneath me.

“So the mind link can work better?” I tease, delighting in the way his eyes grow darker when I lick my lips.

He shakes his head, hand sliding up to loosely settle on my neck. “So I can ravish you, mi ángel. I miss fighting for what’s mine.”

I giggle salatiously, leaning down and pressing my lips to his. I look forward to eternity with him, having him fight for me the way he promised he would. He’s been keeping every single one of his promises, and I know for sure that I trust him with my whole life.

Forever.

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