Page 35 of His Prodigal Alpha

“You know how you said you’d take things at my pace no matter what?” I asked, biting my lip as my heart rate sped up.

Rex nodded without hesitation, his blue eyes aimed directly at me. “I meant it. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable just now. I got ahead of myself and I—”

“Take me to bed?” Between the horniness I was constantly battling, and my omega urges to reconnect with my mate, the question tumbled out without tact or preamble. I blushed again, embarrassed by how desperate I’d sounded to my own ears, but I didn’t apologize or retract the plea. Instead, I gave in to my instincts completely, begging, “Please, Rex?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “God, kitten, you’re such a sweet thing, aren’t you? Askin’ me so nicely…”

It was a far cry from that first night together, where we’d dragged each other into the ladies’ bathroom, desperate to get our pants off. I still felt that same desperation burning under my skin; that same electric connection between us. I needed him, I realized. Not just inside me, butwithme. The alpha to my omega. My mate.

“Please,” I repeated softly, my pride warring with my biological drive. “Not…not to bond,” it was hard to say, my puma yowling again at the denial of what he so badly wanted, “not yet. That—that would be too much. But…God, Rex, I’mconstantlyhorny. I need…”

“Need what?” Rex asked, with a definite rasp in his voice. He inched closer on the couch, once again squeezing my thigh. It sent a thrill of want through me, and I almost whimpered as I felt my slick building. He spoke gently as he added, “You’ve gotta tell me, honey.”

“I need you to fuck me.” I’d wanted the instruction to come out firm and authoritative. Instead, it was almost a sob, whinyand anxious and raw. “Please, alpha?”

Addressing him like that seemed to unleashsomethingin the air between us: an energy of some kind, not unlike the feeling I’d felt the first time I acknowledged Beck as Pack Alpha. This felt more intimate than that, though. Like my omega was finally acknowledging Rex wasmyalpha. My mate. Electric tingles traveled up and down my nerve endings, and it only seemed to make me more desperate to have Rex inside me.

Thankfully, he seemed to be just as affected. Before I knew it, I’d been swept up in his arms and carried the few steps over to the bed, where he gently set me down on top of the covers. When I protested about the abandoned dessert bowls, he assured me he’d clean them up later. Taking care of me and my needs was apparently more important.

Hearing that made my heart sing, even though I convinced myself that I wasn’t going to rush things between us. We were newly dating, after all. Newly dating with a baby on the way, but still only newly dating. My heart didn’t need to get too invested yet.

That was easier said than done, though, when Rex took his time getting me comfortable like he had the other evening, sliding a pillow under the bulge of my belly before he spooned up against my back, pressing sweet kisses to the back of my neck that made me shiver with need. My desperation to have him inside me only increased as his hand slid over my hip and under the hem of my shirt, rubbing over the stretched skin of my stomach.

“You’re beautiful, you know,” he murmured into my ear. “Tell me what you need, darlin’. I’ve got you.”

That seemed to unleash the babble from somewhere deep down inside me as I ground my ass back against his growingbulge. “Rex…Alpha, please. I need your knot. I need you inside me. I need…I need…Yesssss.” I actually sighed as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my pants to tease at my slick, desperate hole. “I’m so wet for you, Alpha.”

His reply was a low moan of appreciation. “I can feel that.” Two fingers slid inside me with ease, scissoring and stretching me in the most delicious ways. I arched my back, trying to encourage him to do more. “Easy, baby. Let me take care of you.”

God, was he always so tender and sweet? He was going to ruin me for any other men if he kept that up.

I cried out a protest when he withdrew his fingers and removed his hand from inside my pants.

“Shh,” he soothed, pressing a sweet kiss to the side of my head, “I can’t get inside you while I’m still wearin’ my jeans, can I?”

Ugh.

I was impatient and not in the mood for logic.

“Hurry…”

I reached into my own waistband to fist my cock while I listened to the metallictinkof his belt being undone, then the whir of it pulling through the denim loops. I panted as the mattress bounced with his movement behind me, soft thuds signaling his shoes and clothes hitting the floor somewhere near the foot of the bed.

“You still want this?” he asked gently, his fingertips hooking into the elastic at my hips. Never had I been so glad that I’d taken to wearing sweatpants more often than not.

I nodded fervently. “So,sobadly.”

“Okay. You can say stop at any time, alright?”

It was sweet that he was so concernedabout my consent, but I was too far gone to appreciate it. “Get inside me.”

Rex shimmied my pants down, tossing them off the bed. Then he stretched himself along my back, the warmth of his chest searing through the cotton of my t-shirt while he lifted my leg and rested it over his muscular thigh. The blood-hot head of his cock nudged at my hole and I rocked my hips, encouraging him to stop teasing me and just get inside me.

I gasped when he finally did, closing my eyes and tilting my head back until it met with his shoulder.

I’d never had sex lying on my side before, but I wasn’t the slim twink of six months earlier, either. I didn’t think there were that many positions which would work for me anymore, not with my lack of flexibility and the bulge of my belly in play, and those things would only get worse before the pregnancy was over.

With the pillow supporting my bump, and my top leg resting on Rex’s thigh, though, this position was surprisingly comfortable.

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