Page 21 of The Alpha's Bullied Pregnant Mate

“And what would I have said, Fannar!? Huh? What could I have possibly said to you? ‘Oh, alpha, your bullying in high school morphed into something worse after high school, and now the people of Frost Peak throw jabs at me for absolutely no reason?’ Was that what I could have said to you?

“And what would you have done about it? Gone on a campaign through the town to right your wrong and restore my good name? You’d have dueled every wolf who mocked and humiliated me? Tell me, Fannar. What the fuck could you have possibly done?”

Fannar was stunned to silence. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting her reply to be, but it certainly wasn’t this. The worst part was that she was right. Her voice had risen steadily and now she was practically yelling at him. For the second time that day, he was at a loss for words.

Isla’s face and neck were red, a vein throbbing in her neck. “It’s all your fault you know. You just had to be an asshole. You could have just left me alone and gone about your day, but no. You had to show just how in charge you were. This is all your fault. Not Carla’s not your mom’s. Yours. And I’m done taking your shit. Done. Get out.”

Fannar blinked. “Isla I—”

“Get out!!” she thundered. “Get out and I never want to see your face again. As far as I’m concerned, you don’t exist anymore. Do you understand? Get out.”

She walked forward and shoved him hard with both hands. Fannar staggered backwards, shock written all over his face. She was stronger than he expected and had caught him by surprise. She shoved again, trying to catch him off balance, but he caught her hands as gently as he could, and turned them away.

She turned feral. She struck him on the ribs with her elbow and slammed her shoulder into him. “I said get out! Get out now.” She threw a flurry of attacks at him and he dodged as many of them as he could, while the ones that landed stung.

She was succeeding in driving him backwards with her relentless attacks and he wondered where she’d learned how to fight. He caught her wrist when she threw a punch at him and turned her around, wrapping his arms around her.

The feel of her soft butt pressed against him sent blood rushing into his cock. Wrong timing, man! Have some shame. He got hard as a rock, and the longing he’d been battling with became overwhelming.

She fit snugly into his arms, and her curves were driving him insane with lust. “I’m not going to fight you, Isla. And I have no intention of leaving either.”

Enraged, she flailed and kicked and thrashed until he let go of her. She got her footing wrong in her frenzy and tripped on the carpet. She struck her hip on the coffee table and fell hard beside it, a crumpled heap on the floor.

She let out a cry of pain and Fannar was at her side instantly, worry lines all over his face. “Shit. Are you alright?” He crouched low and touched her face. Isla looked into his eyes and they held each other’s gaze.

The longing he felt inside had reached a fever pitch and was overwhelming every single sense of control he possessed. It was a battle of wills, and he was losing it rapidly.

He looked into her eyes and noticed for the first time that she was fighting the same battle as him. Whatever was yearning for her inside him, something similar inside her was also pining for him. And like him, she had been fighting it too, and losing.

Time stopped around them. His breathing was still hard from the scuffle with Isla, but that was the only sound in the room. The mixed sounds of their ragged breathing. There was a pressure in the air, something explosive. Something terrifying.

He kissed her. Everything went still immediately as their lips touched. It was almost as if a deeper connection had been made, and with that connection, everything finally felt right inside him.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss by any means. They were like two hungry, starving wolves that had found an unlucky prey. They tore into each other with a vicious hunger, ripping off pieces of clothing from each other while their lips remained firmly locked.

Fannar allowed himself lose control and he gave in to the longing that had been threatening to tear him to pieces for days. Clothing lay scattered around them, and his fingers traced lines on the soft flesh of her naked, supple body.

Her moans were deep and feral, and Fannar knew that her supine form had come to the fore. His wolf barked and howled, eager to join the party as well. Fannar let it, but held onto some measure of control. He didn’t trust himself not to rip her to pieces if he let the wolf roam.

Her nails dug into his flesh, breaking skin and muscle and he gasped at the sharpness and sweetness of the pain. Her fangs and tongue grew unnaturally long, and she buried her teeth into his neck.

Fannar howled, even as the wound covered up as fast as it had appeared. He pushed Isla back on her back and crawled between her legs. Isla arced her back and spread her legs, her deep moans filling Fannar with lust and desire.

Her inner thighs were a watery mess. The carpet underneath her had a wet patch from where she had dripped onto it. Without hesitating, Fannar lapped her wetness greedily. Her musk was intoxicating and he buried his supine tongue as far inside her as it could reach.

Isla squirmed under him and pushed her groin deeper into his face, pressing his head firmly against her. Fannar couldn’t breathe but he did not mind that. It was a fair price to pay. Isla tightened her legs around him as her moans turned into cries.

His ears were ringing from the pressure of her legs wrapped around his head and the lack of oxygen but he could not bring himself to stop. Not when she was so close. Fannar moved even faster, his tongue doing things that shouldn’t have been possible. Isla’s body reacted to everything and the only thought in his mind was getting her to climax.

Isla went rigid and tight like a spring, sinking sharp nails into the back of his head as she thrust her hip forward. She exploded on his face, a stream of hot liquid covering his face, chest and arms as Isla spasmed uncontrollably.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she gripped Fannar tight, a sickly smile on her face. She collapsed on the floor, her head covered in sweat and her chest rising and falling as she took in one deep breath after the other.

Fannar knelt before her, watching her with hungry eyes as he stroked the length of his cock. He took her naked, sweaty form in, salivating and drooling at the sight of it.

Isla opened her eyes and their eyes met. He could see the same hunger he felt in her eyes. She was far from satisfied. Her eyes went down slowly and rested on the cock in his hand. She followed the slow, methodical motion of each stroke, and he knew what was going through her head.

Fannar grinned at her. He pulled her close.There was a massive wet patch underneath them but neither of them noticed. They didn’t care. Without much ado, he slid effortlessly into her. Her walls expanded to receive his girth and the soft cry that left her lips was music to his ears.

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