Page 3 of Forced Pregnant Mate

“Well, I don’t think anyone will miss us if you’d like to… ah, take a walk?”

Jack nods and takes my hand. We walk into the cover of the nearby trees, the light and the sounds of the music fading as we sit down between a pair of tall, thick-trunked trees.

My stomach is twisting up and flipping like crazy, but it doesn’t matter how nervous I am—I want this, and I want it badly. I’ve seen Jack every few days over the last couple of months when his pack came to us for peace talks. We already know how well we get along… we’ve just never been alone before.

I can barely see Jack in the dark, but I feel his hands on me and turn towards him. His hot mouth touches mine, and the shock races through my body, crashing through every inch of me. I open my lips and let him pull me close and tease me with his tongue.

My body feels like it’s being set on fire, inch by inch. My nipples are painfully hard, and my skin is sizzling as if there is electricity running across it. Deep between my legs, a powerful ache pounds in time with my heart.

Moaning, I reach for him and wrap my arms around him, pulling him on top of me. A satisfied groan slips out of his mouth, and I writhe against him, urging him on as he kisses me even more deeply and starts to explore my body with his hands.

For a while, I lose myself in pleasure. There is no thought, only sensation. Jack’s tongue on mine, his hands caressing me, the weight of his body on top of me. I wrap my legs around him and writhe, feeling that ache inside me getting sharper as I give in to my urges.

He should know. I should tell him that I’m ready.

“Wait,” I whisper, coming out of my stupor reluctantly. “I have to tell you something.”

“What would you like to say?” Jack asks, brushing my cheek with his fingertips as he looks into my eyes. “You can tell me anything.”

A feeling wells up in my chest and floods through me, almost bringing tears to my eyes. It’s love, and it’s lust, all my feelings and all my urges colliding in one great big, incomprehensible emotion.

“I’m a virgin,” I say very softly. “But I’m ready to go all the way, with you.”

He stares at me, and suddenly, he seems miles away, even though he’s still on top of me, body pressed against mine. From what I can see of his face, he’s gone completely blank.

“Tonight, right here, right now,” I add, my voice picking up an edge of urgency, and I give him a squeeze with my arms and legs.

Jack shakes his head just a little and disentangles from me, sitting up.

What the fuck is going on?

“Lena,” he says gently. “I really appreciate that. I know it’s a big deal for you, but I’m not into anything so serious.”

“What?” I mutter, my voice a tiny squeak as I sit up and look at him. There isn’t much light, but I can see his face. He looks very apologetic. And distant, which is so much worse.

“I’m just doing a casual thing right now,” he says, a bit more confidently. “I’m not the right guy to lose your virginity to.”

“What?” I whisper again.

“We can still hang out sometimes,” he says cheerfully. “Don’t worry about that, I like you a lot. I’m just not qualified to be your first. Trust me, I don’t have the skills.”

He gives me a lopsided grin and I know he’s making fun of himself to take the edge off. It’s not working. It stings worse than a hundred mud wasps. I get up and stagger a few feet away from him, wishing I could return the casual banter.

I can’t think of anything to say. I just turn and run into the forest, my heart hurting so much, the soul of my wolf longs to let loose a howl that could be heard all the way to the peak of Mt. Sneffels.

Chapter 2 - Jack

Sitting in the back of Shelley’s bar with my hands wrapped around a cold beer, I listen to the conversation buzz around the table. I’m usually a bit more involved in pack meetings, but today, I’m distracted, and I’d rather be anywhere but here.

Why are we talking about this now?

“We need to know who is with us and who is against us, especially considering we’ve heard nothing from the Sawpit pack in the last twelve months,” Carson says.

“I told you, they won’t try for us again. I doubt they even have a new alpha by this time. Kelta reports regularly that they are fragmented and infighting. There is no need for action of any kind,” Bailey replies.

“We need to secure our allies,” Dane says, his tone just a little urgent. “We need to know if Decker is still with us.”

Bailey frowns and taps his fingers lightly on the table. The Decker alliance happened about a year ago—just after he became alpha. The skirmish with the pack from Sawpit encouraged us to reach out to a neighboring pack, and after some negotiation, we agreed to work together.

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