Page 38 of Betrayed Pregnant Mate

I rock against him, a slow movement of my hips that sends fireworks coursing through my body, up to my neck, exploding behind my eyes. He groans, low and slow, and if it’s possible, I feel him getting even harder under me, his cock pressing, tight against the straining fabric of his pants.

He moves to my other breast, his hand coming up to cup the one he just abandoned, and I let my head fall back, my hair skating over my bare back. The dress is now pooled around my hips, nothing but a puddle of black and red, my entire torso exposed. He pulls his mouth away from my chest and skates it up my collarbone and neck, the stubble on his jaw tickling the sensitive skin there. His hands slide around to my back, opening, splaying his fingers, and he holds me like that, working over my neck with his mouth, before finally cresting my jaw and capturing my lips with his.

The kiss is hungry, desperate, and full of everything we’ve collectively wanted for the last few days. I grind and grind my hips against him, but it isn’t enough. Distantly, I think about getting up, going to the bed, doing this somewhere that isn’t the living room floor, but my hands are already fumbling with his belt, trying to undo the clasp and get to what I really want.

“Oh,” he breathes, when I get my hand around it, squeezing and stroking, and as though in response, his fingers slide under my dress, pushing my panties to the side. He slides a finger into me so quickly that I fall forward, gasping against his shoulder, my grip on his cock temporarily going lax.

“You like that?” he whispers, and I can feel his smile pressed into my cheek. I manage a noise in response and get my hand moving again, taking all the snarky words out of his mouth. We stay like that for a moment, him pumping his fingers inside me, me stroking him, feeling him grow and grow under my palm, until apparently, he can’t take it anymore.

Pulling his fingers out of me, but keeping his hand there to move my underwear to the side, he puts his other hand on mine, withdrawing it from his dick. Then, his free hand moves to my hip, guiding me down and onto him.

He sinks into me, deep, but I’m able to control the pace. I take him slowly, watch his face as it etches with impatience, and when I’m fully seated, he growls softly, his hands coming to my hips. I can see his face, flushed in the moonlight, his eyes closed, his lips parted.

He is so, so beautiful, I think, and as I start to move my hips against him, the ecstasy of the moment coming close to what I felt during the blood-bond, I feel something I’ve never felt before, a sort of possessiveness I thought was meant for other couples, but not for me.

He’s so beautiful. And he’s mine.

Chapter 18 - Percy

There is not enough time for me to touch Veronica in all the ways I want. Even if we both lived for the rest of eternity, I would die wishing I’d gotten to find a new way of loving her, making her body feel good, slotting ourselves together.

She rides me, our gasps and panting filling the living room. I forget about everything—the party going on a block away, the fact that I’m supposed to be security for it, our entire mess with the mating and blood-bond. It all leaves me, replaced with the feeling of her hips on mine, her tight walls surrounding me, and how it feels to be fully seated inside of her.

It’s sex years in the making. Earlier, on the bathroom counter, I didn’t get to fully enjoy being inside her. I was too busy worrying about if she was okay. It was over too fast—something I haven’t done since high school.

But now, I can take my time with her. I keep my hands on her back, watching the emotions flit across her face as she grinds her hips how she wants against me. Every sensation between us, every nerve ending, is fully lit, sparking, nearly overwhelming.

Her breasts are bathed in the moonlight, her long neck exposed as she tips her head back, her hands braced behind her as she slides onto me, again and again, each time with more urgency. When she leans forward, her teeth sinking into my shoulder, her hips moving faster and faster, I know she’s about to come. I let her ride it out, and then, when she’s boneless on top of me, I get to my feet, staying inside her the whole time.

I carry her to my bedroom, pushing open the door and bringing her inside. She blinks slowly at me as I lay her down on the bed, carefully pulling off the dress, then her black lace panties. When her body is bare in front of me, her legs long and smooth in the light, I take a moment to memorize it, sure I’ll never see it again.

“You really wanted to play the part of vampire tonight, huh,” I say, coming back to myself when I drop her panties on the floor. Her laugh spurs me on, and after stripping down myself, I drop to my knees in front of her.

That clear, twinkling laugh instantly turns to a moan, and she drops her head into the pillow, her hand burying itself in my hair.

“Percy,” she says, the word coming out breathy and high, halfway to an exclamation. I touch her how I know she likes, then, when it feels like she’s close, I pull away, working my way up her body.

“You are such an asshole,” she breathes, sounding frustrated and turned on.

“Why?” I ask, kissing her stomach and looking up at her. I watch as she props herself up on her elbows to look at me. “You used to love edging.”

She laughs again, and I crawl all the way up her body, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, working over her breasts. I touch every inch of her with my tongue and teeth until she’s practically begging me to come inside her again.

I give in, grabbing her hips and flipping her over, cock twitching when she groans into the pillow, her face buried in the fabric. My knees sink into the mattress, but I just grab her hips, guiding her back into me, growling at the first delicious sink inside her. I could do this all day, touching her, wanting her, getting my dick inside her.

This time, there’s no starting slow. I push her knees out, yanking her ass up and toward me so I can get my cock at the exact angle I want. She cries out when I slant deep inside her, the tip of my cock pushing against her G-spot.

“Don’t stop,” she begs, her hand sliding up to touch herself, and the sight of it turns me on even more, if it’s possible. I oblige her by pounding into her even harder, until the bed frame slams against the wall. I don’t care—I have no neighbors except the baker downstairs, and she should be gone by now.

Veronica and I can be as loud as we want.

When she moans, long and deep, into the pillow, her body going limp, I finally allow myself to ride that wave to the top, pumping into her two, three more times before my entire body shakes and I come inside her, the satisfaction of the moment more than I could have ever predicted.

A moment later, after the waves have fully passed, I climb out of the bed and head to the bathroom, grabbing a couple of tissues and a glass of water before I come back. I gave the tissues to Veronica, and she wiped herself up, handing them back to me before accepting the glass of water. When I return to the room, she’s holding the empty glass out, and I take it, fill it, and come back.

I get into the bed with her, cuddling in close, burying my nose in the nape of her neck and breathing deeply. Under the fabricated, chemical scent that’s supposed to make her smell like a shifter is a completely Veronica smell, that heavy dose of cinnamon and sweetness that makes me want to take a bite.

As I’m drifting off to sleep, holding her body close to mine, I can’t help but replay her voice in my head. For her, this is scratching an itch, alleviating those feelings. For me, these are my last chances to be with the only woman I’ll ever love before she takes off again, leaving me in Rosecreek, alone.

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