Page 33 of Bully Alpha's Pregnant Mate

“Still think we can make it home?” she whispers, a glint of challenge in her eyes.

“Not a chance,” I murmur, and then my mouth is on hers again, and nothing else in the world matters.

I kiss her deeper, rougher, letting every ounce of desire bleed through. She meets me, giving back as good as she gets, her hands sliding down my chest, gripping the fabric of my shirt. It’s like something has ignited inside her and now it’s burning us up, consuming everything else.

We stumble backward, crashing into a tree. I use the momentum to lift her, pinning her against the bark. She breaks the kiss just long enough to laugh, a soft, breathless sound, and I take the opportunity to trail kisses down her throat. Her head falls back against the tree, and she arches into me, digging her fingers into my shoulders and urging me on. I nip lightly at her skin, feeling her pulse hammer beneath my tongue, and a soft moan escapes her.

The sound is pure sin, and I need to hear it again.

I move back up, kissing along her jaw, her neck. The little gasps and sighs she makes are intoxicating. I keep a firm grip on her waist, and her legs wrap around me, pulling me closer, so close I can feel the heat of her through our clothes.

She shifts, grinding against me, and the friction is torture. My whole body is tense, aching for more. Every movement draws a low growl from my throat.

Isadora leans back just enough to look at me, and her smile is all sinful promises. Her hand moves lower, tracing the outline of my cock through my jeans, and she lets out a low laugh when my hips jerk at her touch.

I tighten my grip, and her eyes widen a little. “You sure about this?” I ask.

She nods, biting her lip. “Yes. Now, Alpha, don’t make me wait.”

It’s a command, not a question, and there’s a note of impatience in her voice that has my blood running hot.

I grin, dipping down to nip at the sensitive spot beneath her ear, and she squirms in my grasp, letting out a shaky breath.

“So demanding,” I murmur, teasing her as I press closer, and the friction of our bodies is nearly unbearable. I reach down, hiking her dress up over her hips.

She shifts, helping me pull her underwear down, and I’m almost dizzy with how badly I want her. When I touch her, she’s already slick with arousal, and she moans softly, rolling her hips into my touch. I stroke her once, twice, teasing her. She whimpers, gripping the back of my neck.

I claim her mouth again, slipping two fingers inside her. Her hips buck, trying to pull me deeper. I work her, curlingmy fingers just right, and the moan she makes is so delicious, I almost lose it.

But this is our first time, and I intend to take my time.

My other hand moves up to cup her breast through her dress, teasing the soft skin with light, fleeting touches, and she whimpers. I keep working her with my hand, slow and steady, watching her reaction as she comes undone. She’s gorgeous like this, flushed and panting and so, so eager. I want to see all of her, hear all the delicious sounds she’ll make when I’m finally inside her.

I pull away, and the needy sound she makes is a mix of frustration and desperation.

“Shh, beautiful. Let’s get this off,” I whisper, tugging her dress up over her head and tossing it aside. She reaches for me, fumbling with my belt, and the impatient way she tries to strip me bare has heat pooling in my stomach.

She shoves my pants down, and I’m so fucking ready, my cock throbs with need. I lower her feet to the ground and take a step back. The way the moonlight hits her pale skin, the flush in her cheeks, the lustful haze in her eyes—it’s enough to make my heart stop.

“Come here,” she says, reaching for me, and the needy, commanding tone has me stepping forward.

She closes the distance, her hand wrapping around my length, stroking me with a grip just tight enough to make me groan.

“God, Isadora,” I grit out, and then her lips are on mine again, her teeth nipping at my bottom lip. It’s almost too much.

She gives me a few more strokes, then drops to her knees. I feel the rush of cool air as she does. Her tongue drags overthe head of my cock, and the sensation sends a shockwave of pleasure through me. She looks up at me through those thick lashes. There’s a devilish smirk on her face as she takes me in her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groan, tangling my hand in her hair as she hums around my cock. The vibration has my vision blurring, and I can’t help but thrust a little, trying to find some release from the overwhelming sensations.

She takes me deep, working me with her mouth and hands. Her lips are red and swollen. When she pulls back, she licks a line up the underside of my shaft, and the sight alone almost makes me come. I thrust a few more times, and she moans around my cock, taking me deep.

I’m so fucking close, but the last thing I want is to finish in her mouth, so I grip her hair, pulling her away and lifting her up. She doesn’t hesitate, immediately wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down for a kiss. The taste of her, the feeling of her warm, bare body pressed against mine, has me desperate for more.

I have her on her back before she can blink. She’s spread out beneath me, her dark hair spilling around her. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath.

I take a moment, admiring the view. She’s perfect, and she’s mine.

I kiss my way down her throat, across her chest, taking a moment to tease her nipples with my tongue. She arches her back, gasping, and I can’t help but grin as I position myself at her entrance.

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