Page 47 of The Alpha's Auctioned Pregnant Mate

Articus gently laid Wren back on the couch, positioning himself above her. He paused, drinking in the sight of her beneath him, her hair fanned out on the cushions, her eyes bright with anticipation. "You're beautiful," he murmured.

Wren’s breath caught, a flutter of nervous anticipation tightening in her chest. Articus moved slowly, allowing her time to adjust, his gaze never leaving hers. He kissed her again, this time deeper, more urgent, as he began to push into her.

The initial stretch was foreign, a mix of discomfort and strange pressure, but he paused as soon as he sensed her tensing.

“Breathe, Wren,” he whispered against her lips, his voice a soothing balm as he peppered her face with gentle kisses.

Wren focused on his touch, on the way his fingers laced with hers, grounding her in the moment. Gradually, she felt her body relax, the discomfort giving way to something more pleasurable as he began to move again. Slowly, he filled her, inch by inch, until she took him fully. The sensation was overwhelming, intense, and intimate in a way she’d never known.

Articus watched her closely, his eyes dark with concern and desire. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice thick with restraint as he held himself still, waiting for her to give him a sign.

“Yes,” she breathed, her grip tightening around his shoulders. “You can move.”

He did, pulling back slightly before easing forward again, keeping his movements slow and careful—the friction built gradually, a delicious ache that grew with every thrust. Soon, the initial awkwardness melted away, and their bodies found a rhythm together.

Each movement sent tingles through her limbs, the sensations becoming more intense as they moved in sync. Wren clung to him, her nails digging into his back as pleasure began to build, coiling low in her belly.

She hadn’t expected it to feel like this—so consuming, so full of raw sensation. Articus’s breath grew ragged above her, his control slipping as his pace quickened, driven by the mounting need in both of them.

A soft cry escaped her lips as he shifted slightly, hitting a spot deep inside her that sent a sharp wave of pleasure coursing through her.

“Articus…” Her voice trembled, half moan, half plea.

He groaned in response, dipping his head to nip at her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her shiver. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, his voice thick with need. His hand slid down between them, fingers expertly finding her clit, rubbing slow circles that matched the rhythm of his thrusts.

The added sensation was her undoing. The pressure inside her built rapidly, her body straining toward release, teetering on the edge of something vast and overwhelming. “I can’t—” she gasped, clinging to him as her vision blurred.

“Yes, you can,” he murmured against her ear. “Let go, Wren.”

His words sent her spiraling. The tension snapped, and she was thrown into a wave of pleasure that crashed over her in powerful surges. She cried out his name, arching against him, lost in the storm of sensation that left her trembling and breathless.

Articus followed moments later, his body shuddering as he found his release, a low growl vibrating through his chest as he buried himself deep inside her. He held her tight as he came, as if afraid to let go, his face pressed into the crook of her neck.

For a long time, they stayed tangled together, chests heaving as they came down from the high. Articus finally lifted his head, his gaze soft and tender as he studied her flushed face. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, brushing away the strands of hair sticking to her damp skin.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern, still holding her close.

Wren nodded, though she could feel the burn of embarrassment creeping into her cheeks as the reality of what just happened settled in. “I’m fine… just a little overwhelmed,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Articus smiled softly, brushing a thumb over her cheek. “It’s okay. You were amazing.”

She bit her lip, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “So were you. I’m glad my first time was with you.”

Articus shifted to lie beside her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her against him. Wren nestled into the crook of his arm, resting her head against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her ear. A contented silence fell over them, the only sound the faint rustle of the blanket as he covered them both.

As the minutes passed, a chill began to creep into the air. Articus reached down, grabbing a throw blanket from the end of the couch and draping it over their naked forms. The soft fabric against her skin made Wren feel cozy and protected.

"What happens now?" Wren asked softly, voicing the question that had been lingering in her mind.

Articus was quiet for a moment, his hand stroking her hair as he contemplated. "Whatever we want," he finally said.

Wren smiled, letting herself relax into his warmth. At that moment, wrapped in his arms, she felt safe, cherished, and more connected to him than she ever imagined possible. The world outside could wait a little longer.

For now, this was enough.

Chapter 16 - Articus

Articus woke to the soft sound of rain pattering against the window. For a moment, he lay still, savoring the warmth of Wren's body curled against his side.

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