Page 29 of Bully Alpha's Pregnant Mate

“Why do you care so much?” she asks, her voice barely more than a whisper. “About me, specifically?”

“Because I can’t stand the thought of you hating me anymore,” I admit, taking a small step closer. “I’m trying to make things right. Not just for Jade, or the pack, but for you.”

We’re close now, close enough that I can see the conflict in her eyes, the struggle between her anger and something softer, something she’s not quite ready to admit. I don’t know if she’ll ever forgive me, but right now, with her standing this close, I can’t think about anything else.

She tilts her chin up, and I feel the shift as it happens—the way the tension changes, turning into something warmer, heavier. Her breathing quickens, and suddenly, I realize she’s not mad at all. She’s… drawn in, just as much as I am.

For a second, neither of us moves. Her gaze flickers to my mouth, and I feel the heat simmering between us, too strong to ignore. Every inch of me is screaming to close the gap, to see if this electricity between us is real.

Before I can stop myself, I lean in, and my lips brush against hers, soft and tentative, testing the waters. Her hands slide up, curling around the back of my neck, pulling me in closer. And in that moment, all the years of anger, of bitterness, of missed chances fade into the background.

It’s just us—two people caught in a moment that feels long overdue, the weight of our past finally giving way to something else, something entirely new.

A rush of sensation rolls over me, a feeling that this is exactly where I belong—right here, right now. My hands slide to her hips, holding her close, and the kiss deepens, turns desperate. My mind is spinning, trying to process everything I feel in this moment. Because there, with her hands tangled in my hair, her mouth hungry on mine, it hits me: this is so much more than a kiss.

It feels like coming home.

When we finally break apart, she draws a shaky breath, her fingers trailing over the back of my neck, like she isn’t ready for the moment to end.

“Wow.” She laughs, her face flushed.

“Yeah, wow.” I brush her hair from her face, and I feel it—the connection humming between us, strong and undeniable. “Is there anyone else in the store?”

She shakes her head.

“Good.”

The second time our lips meet again, there’s no holding back. No more questions, no hesitation, no doubts. We’re just two people, caught in a moment that feels inevitable. She’s tugging at the collar of my shirt, and I’m sliding my hands down, tracing the curves of her hips. It’s the most natural thing in the world, kissing her, touching her.

She leans back against the bookshelf, hiking the hem of her little dress up to her thighs, and that’s all the invitation I need. The second my hands slide up her thighs, I’m met with soft, smooth skin, and it sends a bolt of heat straight to my core. Her hips press forward, and there’s no more doubt, no more wondering.

My body responds to her touch, and I know she feels it, too. Her hands slide down, cupping me, teasing me, and I have to fight back a groan. Every inch of me is aching for her, demanding to be closer. Her curvy, supple body is pressed against me, and there’s nothing in the world but her gasping breaths, the way she arches her back, the soft moan that escapes her lips.

She wants this. I want this.

I tear my mouth off hers to sink to my knees. Her eyes widen as I hook her legs over my shoulders, lift her skirt, and peer up at her.

“Can I taste you, Isadora?” I ask.

She bites her lower lip. “Are you sure you want—”

I lick her through her panties from the bottom to the top, and her head falls back against the bookcase. “You have no idea how much I want,” I breathe, then slide my tongue between her folds, sucking gently.

She grabs the back of my head, and her thighs squeeze around me.

I’m in heaven.

Her wetness covers my face, and her pussy grinds against my tongue. My hands are cupping her ass, squeezing and pulling her into my face.

I’m completely lost. It’s like an animal has taken over, and he’s never tasted anything as good as this.

Her body trembles, and she gasps, “Oh, god, yes!”

I reach up and push her bra out of the way, pinching and pulling on her nipples. Her legs tighten around my head. She’s breathing hard and fast, her moans rising in pitch. Her clit swellsagainst my tongue, and I can feel her pulse throbbing in it. Her folds are wrapped around my tongue and dripping wet.

I push two fingers into her, and her inner walls grip them. My fingers are soaked, and her juices run down my wrist. I’m pumping and sucking, and she’s bucking her hips, grinding her clit against my tongue.

“Oh, Alec!” she screams, and her thighs crush my head. I keep licking and sucking her, and she keeps grinding on my face. She shudders, her whole body quaking, and I know she’s cumming.

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