Page 88 of Rejected Mate's Baby for the Alpha King

“Why did she give birth so early?” I asked the healer in a quiet voice.

“Anna was never just a wolf, and I always suspected that might change her delivery date,” Saul said with a sigh. “Not to mention all the trauma that she went through during the early stages of her pregnancy and what she did to her own child before it was born. Frankly, I’m surprised she even made it this far before giving birth.”

“What do you mean? What did she do to her child?”

Saul smiled. “Gave him a gift that saved the mountain, and if you want any additional information, you’ll have to ask them to tell you the story. Now, if you will please let me see my next patient. Anna was not the only pregnant woman to go through trauma.”

“Maya,” I called out, knowing she was probably hovering right outside the door. “Let Saul examine you.”

I left them alone without asking, knowing that he would demand it and she would wish it, but afterward, she came straight to me with a soft smile and told me that our child seemed to be in good health. We showered, ate dinner, and climbed into bed together. Without asking, she turned to me, and I framed her face with my hands.

“Are you scared?” I murmured as I kissed the tip of her nose.

I didn’t need to specify. I’d seen the way she looked when Anna went into labor, and I knew what she was thinking. Soon, she’d be going through the same thing.

“It’s a perfectly natural thing.” To my pleasure, she moved even closer to me and slid her leg up against mine. It wasn’t sex. It was comfort, and I put my hand around her waist to anchor her to me.

“If you ask me, it’s pretty horrifying.”

When she chuckled, I relaxed. “I would rather talk about anything else. Think about anything else.”

I slid my hands up the backs of her thighs. “You’re naked.”

“I’m a wolf, Rhyson. I’m often naked.”

“You’re in my bed. Naked.”

“Do you have amnesia or something?” she demanded. “What’s wrong with you?”

Chuckling, I moved until she was under me. Her legs spread automatically for me, and I settled between her thighs with ease.

“I’m just pointing out that it would be easy for us to do something else.” Leaning down, I kissed her. “Do you know what I want to hear?”

Beneath me, she rolled her eyes. “Yes.”

“Are you going to say it?”

“Are you going to make me come?”

“I’m going to make you moan and shake baby, I always do.” Fisting her hair in my hands, I pulled her head up and kissed her slowly. I made her scream whenever she needed it, but tonight, I wanted to do more. I wanted to show her that we could be more.

She met my kiss eagerly and dug her fingers into my side. I could sense the urgency in her, but I kept her anchored to the bed as I slid against her. “Warm. Wet,” I sighed as I leaned down and kissed the side of her neck.

“For you, always,” she moaned softly.

“Always,” I echoed, wondering if she even knew what she was saying. Sliding down her beautiful body, I trailed kisses, enjoying every tremor, every soft sigh of happiness. In this moment, I could make everything right for her. I could make everything safe for her.

“I’m not going to say it.”

“You are,” I murmured confidently. “And when I say it to you, you’re going to purr for me.”

“Never going to happen.”

“It is going to happen. Sooner than you think.” Spreading her legs, I kissed her sweet pussy. Her hips moved just a little, and I moved my gaze up to her face. She’d sucked in her lower lip and was squeezing the sheets. I’d barely started. It wouldn’t take long.

“Oh, God, Rhyson, your tongue is so amazing,” she whimpered. “It’s not fair that you can do that to me.”

Soon, she was arching into me, breathlessly crying out as she came. When I rose over her, I stared down at her. “Are you my good girl?”

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