Page 51 of The Alpha's Bullied Pregnant Mate

He got out of his clothes and climbed into the bed beside Isla. He kissed her gently on her bump, his hands moving slowly up her body. Her breasts were heavier, and her nipples looked twice their usual size.

Isla spread her legs, grunting as she did so. Fannar could not imagine this was convenient for her, but she made no complaints, and he wasn’t eager to make them for her either.

He slid down slowly, nestling his face between her legs. He probed at her wetness with one finger, then two. Isla’s moan rang through him, filling his body with goosebumps. He pulled his fingers out of her sopping center and the sticky juices that clung to both fingers gave him a heady feeling.

He’d forgotten just how perfect her body was. Just how much he enjoyed being inside her. How exhilarating it felt. He massaged his shaft slowly with her juices, and then slid gently into her.

Isla’s head lolled to the side and she shut her eyes, gasping. Fannar felt something come alive as he buried his cock to the hilt. He felt something connect between them like two pieces of a puzzle. It wasn’t the mate bond, but it was something close. Something very unique and powerful.

He rocked in and out of her gently, with slow, careful thrusts. He watched her closely, ready to bolt at the slightest discomfort. She showed none, writhing underneath him with visible gusto.

He enjoyed it in his own way. For Fannar, having Isla present was a gift in its own right. Knowing that she was here and that she was his was enough for him. He had never felt more whole before.

He searched for his fear and doubts and found nothing. Only Isla. His world had narrowed down to a point, and nothing mattered more to him than her and his child.

“Come back to me,” Isla whispered.

Fannar blinked and looked down at her. Her smiled. “I’m right here. I never left.”

“Prove it.”

He hesitated and then smiled. Slowly, he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts. His baby would be fine, he was certain. He stopped thinking and settled into the moment.

He lifted Isla’s legs slightly, and focused on the wet sounds accompanying each thrust. Her low moan and his deep grunts mixed together to create sweet music.

Isla grabbed a handful of sheets and bit her lower lip. “I’m coming,” she said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. “Go faster, Fannar. Fuck me.”

He went as fast as he could without putting any pressure on her belly. His groin smacked loudly against her thighs and he pushed deep into her, trying his best not to lose control.

He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his cock deep inside her with one final thrust. He shook uncontrollably as he emptied his seed inside her, his breathing ragged and irregular. When he opened his eyes, Isla had a glazed look in her eyes with spittle dribbling out of her mouth.

He collapsed in bed beside her, panting wildly. They lay in silence for a long time, neither saying anything to each other. They didn’t need words. Everything they wanted to say had been said with their bodies.

Isla tilted her head to look at him, her eyes filled with love and kindness.She reached down and took his hand in hers. Fannar didn’t want this moment to end. He’d give anything to be frozen like this for eternity.

He rolled towards her, drew in a sharp breath and bit her on the side of her neck. His canines sank deep into her and he tasted her blood. The blood shot from his mouth into the rest of his body, setting him aflame like liquid fire.

The effect must have lasted a few moments, but to him it felt like a lifetime. Deep within him, his wolf howled triumphantly, a sound powerful enough to shake an entire forest. Shock waves traveled through his entire body and he felt every cell in his body come alive.

The bond had just been reactivated, and it was the best fucking feeling in the world.

Chapter 23 - Isla

The bond was like nothing Isla had ever experienced before. Fannar could not have picked a better moment to bite her if he tried. She felt something pulsate from her baby, the warmth of it wrapping her protectively.

When she opened her eyes again, the world looked different, as if she was looking through a whole new set of eyes. Fannar lay panting beside her, his fingers still interlaced with hers.

Without thinking, she sat astride him and guided him slowly into her. Stars blossomed in her mind as Fannar’s cock filled her insides, and she let out a soft moan. It felt awkward and unusual, but she managed.

Fannar held her waist and looked into her eyes, searching. Holding his gaze, she rocked slowly, moving in a clockwise motion. How did she think she could walk away from this? She saw the love in his eyes, felt it in his delicate touch. He loved her, and she loved him too.

Isla moved in rhythm to a quiet song, the sensation of having Fannar buried so deep inside her was addling. He shut his eyes and licked his lips, his moans deep and guttural.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her buttocks and she felt him grow rigid underneath her. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she twisted, rotating her hips with a dancer’s elegance. She felt Fannar release inside her again, and she focused on getting hers too.

She lost herself, focusing only on her orgasm. When she found it, she held tightly to it, until it ripped out of her, giving her little seizures as she climaxed. Her voice felt raw and she realized she had been shouting.

Fannar eased her onto her back and pulled the covers tight around the both of them. He drew Isla into the curve of his body and draped an arm around her. His breath was hot on her neck, and it was the most precious feeling in the world.

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