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I start with slow, long strokes, getting deeper and harder but maintaining my slow pace. Gina opens her eyes and looks up at me, her eyes glittering in the low light. She smiles, a soft expression of pure joy. I feel it connect within me, and I know my face echoes that same smile.

I thrust into her—hard, long, and deep—and hold it. I stay perfectly still until she starts to tremble and writhe against me again. Her legs grip me even tighter, her heels digging into my butt cheeks. I feel her fingernails digging into my back as she thrashes against me.

“Fuck me, Bae!” she cries out. “Please fuck me!”

I lean down and kiss her. “As you wish.”

I brace my hands against the soft cushions and start to thrust into her again, hard and fast. My muscles clench all over my body as my hard cock drives into her over and over again.

I don’t take my eyes off her face. As my pace picks up, she closes her eyes and throws her head back, clinging to me. Her gasps are soft and breathy but beginning to rise into cries of joy.

I slow down slightly, and she moans, clutching me and thrusting hard. I pause for a second, letting joy flood through me as I witness her pleasure.

Then I start to thrust in short, fast strokes. I lean down and wrap my arms around Gina, grabbing her shoulders so I can ram hard and fast with my hips. She cries out in sharp, small cries every time I slam my body into hers, gripping onto me for dear life as I fuck her as hard and as fast as I can.

Her hot, wet pussy grips my cock and spasms, making me gasp and shiver as the pleasure overwhelms me. Gina screams and shudders, writhing under me. With one more long, deep thrust, my own orgasm rocks through me, making me gasp and moan as I wrap Gina in my arms.

Tangled together, breathing hard, I feel her lips move against my cheek.

“I’m home,” she whispers.

“Welcome home,” I whisper back.

Chapter 25 - Gina

It feels like Bae’s small kitchen is overflowing with people. My mom is making her famous dip, Veronica is flipping through a magazine of nursery furniture, and Tara and Laura are sitting next to me, having an in-depth discussion about diapers and wipes.

Other close friends of mine and Mom’s are on the way. Everyone in the pack is excited to attend the baby shower of the alpha’s mate and show their loyalty and appreciation.

I’m disappointed that Bae isn’t here, but he had something to take care of at the shop and had to leave. He promised to be back in the early afternoon so he wouldn’t miss the shower. After we do some very silly, girly stuff, the party will extend into a barbeque that the entire pack has been invited to.

“Cotton diapers are the way to go,” Tara says insistently. “You can’t even consider disposables.”

“Have you ever used either?” Laura asks her. “Have you taken care of a baby even once? I have three older sisters, and I’ve been babysitting since I was seven. You can get environmentally friendly options these days, so trust me, cotton diapers just aren’t worth the time.”

“Hey, Gina.” Veronica taps the catalog and slides it towards me. “What do you think of this crib?”

Before I can look, my mom drops a huge plate of dip and bread right in front of me. “Eat up, dear,” she says. “You need to keep up your strength.”

“Mom,” I sigh, shaking my head. “You’ve already fed me six donuts and three croissants for breakfast. How much food do you think I need?”

“More,” she says with a grin. “If you’re hungry during pregnancy, that’s a very good thing, and you should feed that baby!”

I shake my head, but take a small piece of bread and scoop up a bit of dip. “I am hungry,” I admit. “Like, all the time.”

“See?” Mom nods. “I’ll keep cooking.”

“Mom!” I shake my head.

“It’s not all for you, dear.” Mom waves at me as she heads back to the bench. “We have at least twenty women from the pack arriving in the next couple of hours, then after that, most of the pack is coming for dinner.”

“Yeah, but Dad will be here to manage the grill, won’t he?”

“Yes, and Jack as well, but I don’t trust either of them with the salad or sides.”

Veronica taps the page again, rolling her eyes, and I take a look at the crib. “It’s a bit flowery,” I say. “Like all white and lacey. I’m not sure I like it.”

“Do you know if you’re having a boy or a girl?”

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