Page 30 of Two Wrong Turns

“I felt it. That’s our baby. Our precious cub.”

“Do you think it’s a girl or a boy?”

I shook my head. “I don’t care either way. We could get a girl who’ll have hair like yours and be a fierce mama bear one day. Or we could have a boy who is as strong as me but loves art as much as his dad. I’ll be happy either way.”

“You really mean that, don’t you?”

“With all my heart,” I promise, hand to my chest and eyes serious as ever.

He pulled me down into a sloppy kiss full of excitement and need. My own desire for him, which was always at a simmer just beneath the surface, came to life as I kissed him back just as urgently.

Wandering hands led to teasing mouths, and before I knew it, we’re bare. Then I was sinking into him.

It’s heaven.

Pure orgasmic bliss.

I had to fight the urge to come too soon. He’s that fucking delicious when he’s this vulnerable with me.

Hell, that’s a lie. He’s always got me a second away from hard whether he’s naked and needy or doing something mundane like folding laundry. I can’t ever get enough of him.

And I hope I never do.

“Is this what my mate needs?”

“Yes, Alpha,” he cried out.

Fuck.

He knew what that title did to me. My knot pulsed with the urge to expand.

Not yet.

Not until I’ve got him on the edge. The closer he was to coming, the better I could make it for him. And my focus was to always make it better for him.

Despite the insistence that rough sex wouldn’t hurt the baby, I was still cautious with each thrust. I focused on making sure everywhere I hit wasn’t actually our cub. It tripped me out to take my mate this way while pregnant.

Partly because I found it highly erotic to see his swollen belly and know my seed made him that way. I wanted to keep him that way. To have him round and dripping with my release until Fate took us from this world.

On the other hand, I still worried my thrusts would hurt him in some way. I wasn’t a small man. My cock would stretch and fill him more than your average man could.

It was a double-edged sword in a way. And I was the one wielding it every step of the way.

Too caught up in my thoughts, I didn’t notice my mate’s frown until he flipped us over. When I got thrown onto my back, I froze.

Barrett didn’t slow his movement though. No, my mate was greedy for my cum. He rode me like his life depended on it.

I watched him with awe. He was gorgeous with his head thrown back and his hands roaming over his chest. As he passed over his nipples, he tweaked them, making the buds pop up. My mouth watered with the urge to suck on them. I needed a taste of him more than I needed anything else.

“Mate,” I gritted out as his body gripped me even tighter.

He purred, “Alpha,” like he wasn’t a fucking succubus stealing my soul through my dick at the moment. I would have laughed if not for the way my orgasm crashed through me.

At the first pulse of my cum inside him, Barrett shattered. He moaned low and long, the sound only egging on my release.

Grabbing his hips, I gently eased him down the growing knot at the base of my cock. He winced a bit, then grinned like he was drunk on the feeling of me inside him. I smiled at the thought. I hoped it was something like that.

I only ever wanted to bring him pleasure and happiness.

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