Page 34 of Bully Alpha's Pregnant Mate

I kiss her again, deep and possessive. Her body goes taut.

“Alec, please,” she whispers, her voice breathless and strained.

That’s all I need.

I thrust in, burying myself to the hilt. Her head falls back, her mouth open in a silent cry. I don’t move, savoring the feeling of her wrapped around me. When she opens her eyes, they’re almost black with lust.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I groan.

I begin to move, slowly at first, teasing her. She squirms, trying to rock her hips into mine, and the desperate motion is enough to drive me crazy. I grip her hip, holding her still as I set a punishing pace. Every thrust is pure ecstasy.

I’m lost in her, and it’s better than I ever could’ve imagined.

I lean down, kissing her roughly, swallowing the moan that escapes her. She clutches at me, and her heels dig into my lower back, urging me on. I’m moving faster, harder, and the sound of our bodies colliding fills the air, mixing with the gasps and groans spilling from her lips.

Her nails rake down my back, and the sharp pain only fuels the pleasure building in me. Isadora grips the grass as I drive her higher, her face contorting with bliss.

“Alec! Oh, god!” she cries, and the sound has my blood racing, the pressure building.

“I want you to come for me, beautiful,” I manage to say, and her eyes roll back.

I adjust the angle, hitting that spot that has her crying out. I keep going, and the pressure builds. Every muscle is taut, coiled and ready, and it won’t be long until the wave breaks.

Then, her muscles go rigid, her eyes fly open, and she clenches around me.

“Alec, I’m—”

Her words cut off as the pleasure crashes through her, and she cries out as the orgasm tears through her.

Seeing her fall apart is enough to push me over the edge, and I groan, slamming into her one final time and spilling inside her. I ride the waves of pleasure until the tension finally drains away.

I pull her close, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Her eyes flutter closed, and the smile that spreads across her face is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Damn, Isadora,” I say, my voice rough. “You’re incredible.”

“Mmm, and you’re not so bad yourself,” she says. Her tone is teasing, but her cheeks are pink, and there’s a shyness to her expression that has me grinning.

I shift, pulling out and lying next to her. She rolls onto her side, nestling into the crook of my arm. We stay like that for a while, catching our breath and enjoying the quiet, intimate moment.

We lie there under the trees, with the quiet hum of the night settling around us like a comfortable blanket of warmth that fills the spaces where words haven’t yet formed. I glance over at her. She looks almost vulnerable in the moonlight. She turns to me, one eyebrow raised with that familiar, playful smirk tugging at her lips.

“So… guess you’ve got a new way of convincing me to walk through the woods at night,” she teases.

I chuckle and brush a stray strand of hair from her cheek. “Just think of it as a scenic detour.”

“Oh, I think I’m going to need that tour guide of yours more often,” she says as her fingers play with the edge of my shirt.

I laugh, nudging her shoulder. “You don’t seem like you’d want anyone leading you anywhere, Isadora. You’re more of a ‘drag him by the collar’ type.”

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t deny it. She lets out a soft laugh that feels far more intimate than anything we just shared physically. Her hand finds mine, and I let my fingers trace along her knuckles, marveling at the softness of her skin against mine. There’s a silence. Not awkward, just…comforting.

“This is so strange,” she comments. “I used to hate you. You were everywhere. The guy who never noticed me until he was making my life hell. And now…” She trails off, glancing at me with that guarded look that still holds a flicker of defiance.

I let her words sink in. This is the truth between us—her hurt, my mistakes, all of it laid bare under the open sky.

“You don’t have to say it,” I reply, a touch of regret in my voice. “I know I can’t change what I did. But I’m here, and I’m going to keep showing up. For you, for us.” I reach out, taking her hand in mine, keeping my touch gentle. “We’re a team now. I’m done letting you down.”

She studies me as if looking for cracks, for something false to confirm her doubts. But eventually, her shoulders relax, and a hint of that guarded edge fades. “Just so we’re clear, Alec, I’m not giving you a free pass. You’ve still got a lot to make up for.”

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