Page 23 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

My eyes took in how large his hand was. I could still remember his fingers on my thigh, and I suddenly imagined how they would feel inside me. I suddenly wanted that, and I clenched my fingers at the thought. I so badly wanted his fingers taking place where mine was. His would stretch and fill me more than my own would.

I inhaled sharply. "Yeah…. I'm fine….just…soap in the eyes." I lied, feeling my orgasm building. I was so close, and itwould be so easy to just let myself cum. I wondered what he would say if I did.

But as badly as I wanted that, I stopped quickly, realizing what I was doing. I was masturbating with him just a foot away from me. God, if he knew what I was doing!

It was like the fog cleared, and I yanked my hand away and took a deep breath. My wolf was angry that I'd stopped pleasing myself.

This was bad. Jesus, if he knew... God....he...

"He would what?"my wolf asked."He's our mate. You think he wouldn’t want to join us?”

I shook my head, needing to leave the space, and suddenly embarrassed myself. I couldn’t believe my behavior.

I turned the water off and reached out, grabbing my towel. I quickly wrapped it around myself and stepped out of the shower. I could feel the water traveling down my body, dripping onto the rug below me.

Lucas stood, his arms crossed, as he looked at me. His biceps were bulging, and his eyes scanned me. I swallowed as his head tilted to the side. He frowned. "Are you getting sick? You're all red."

I nodded. "Possible. I'm going to go lay down for a while."

As I started, Lucas stepped forward, and I paused. My body tensed up, wondering if he could smell me. He gave me a gentle smile. "If you need anything, let me know."

I swallowed, inhaled his scent, and clenched my thighs tightly. I gave him a smile in return before I slipped past him. I could feel the heat rising once more as I made my way out of the bathroom.

I headed down the hallway and hurried to my bedroom. Once inside, I leaned against the door. It was silent, besides the water dripping onto the hardwood floor. I could hear the bathroom shut and knew I had a few minutes.

I dropped my towel and slid my hand back down. I circled my clit, and pressed my head back. I bite hard onto my cheek as I feel that build-up growing once more. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift. I knew it was probably a bad idea, but I couldn't help myself.

It was better if I was in my own room, at least.

I imagined it was Lucas's hands on me and that it was his fingers inside me. I imagined it was him pinning me against the door, telling me to stay still as he slid a finger inside me. I slid my fingers in and out quickly, holding back a moan as I felt my orgasm build up.

I imagined he would growl at me, taking in the sight of me turned on. I imagined he would move his hands faster, sliding a second finger into me. So, I did. I slid another finger inside me, feeling my orgasm just there.

And this time, instead of stopping, I left myself cum.

I crashed down hard and had to cover a hand over my mouth to stop it from echoing around my room. I tumbled, slack against the wall, and closed my eyes.

This was dangerous territory.

"But oh so fun," my wolf purred, clearly proud of herself. "Now, imagine if he'd actually been the one to do it."

Dangerous indeed.

Chapter 10 - Lucas

I clutched my mug tightly and took a deep breath, trying hard to keep myself awake. Owen, who stood across from me, made a face as he cleaned the dishes. "You good?"

I nodded, rubbing my eyes. "Just tired. Haven't gotten much sleep."

Owen smirked, and I glared. "Not because of that. Jesus, I think you've been spending too much time with Miles."

Owen snorted, placing a plate aside.

I glanced at my phone, tempted to give her a call. She had seemed off this morning, and I worried that Chris had put her off wanting the house. Clearly, he’d gotten under her skin, and I wanted to help. I wasn't sure how I could. She was hardly letting me in.

I kept seeing her face when she stepped out of the shower. She was red, and I wondered if she'd been crying. Her face had been red, and I knew it wasn't just because of the hot water.

The room was steamy, and there was a scent in the air. I knew it was one I knew, but I couldn't put my finger on it because it also smelt like lavender soap.

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