Page 42 of Bully Alpha's Pregnant Mate

“So,” he murmurs, his voice breaking through the quiet, “do you think I’m winning any points yet?”

“Hmm.” I pretend to consider, tapping my chin thoughtfully. “Maybe a couple. But you’re going to have to work a little harder if you want to make a dent.”

He grins, that familiar cocky gleam in his eyes that’s equal parts infuriating and charming. “Oh, I’ve got plenty more tricks up my sleeve, don’t you worry.”

“Now that sounds like a threat,” I quip, but the banter is light, the teasing warmth between us growing more intense with every second.

He leans in, his gaze dropping to my lips. My pulse quickens despite myself. “Only if you want it to be.”

Before I can respond, his mouth is on mine, warm and sure, and any snappy retort I might have had slips away. His hand cups my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek in a way that’s both possessive and tender. I feel myself melting into him, letting go of all the doubts and fears I’ve held onto for so long.

By the time we pull back, we’re both a little breathless. He presses his forehead to mine, his eyes dark and intense as he looks at me.

“Ready to head home?” he asks, his voice rough, barely above a whisper.

I nod, unable to find my voice. He stands, helping me up before gathering the remnants of our picnic with a speed that tells me he’s just as eager as I am to get back.

The walk back is a blur. Every step is charged with anticipation, and if it wasn’t for everything we have to carry, I’d probably have shifted and booked it. By the time we reach the house, my pulse is racing. He opens the door, leading me inside. As soon as we’re through the doorway, he pulls me close, his mouth finding mine again in a kiss that’s deeper and more intense than before.

I press against him, my hands tangling in his hair as his arms wrap around me, holding me close. Every thought, everyworry fades away, replaced by the warmth of his touch and the quiet promise in his kiss.

He slips a finger underneath the thin strap of my dress and eases it off my shoulder, trailing kisses along my neck and collarbone, and a shiver runs through me. I can feel his smile against my skin as he moves lower, his hand sliding over the curve of my waist.

With any other man, I’d wiggle away. Find a way to redirect the attention away from the less-than-perfect parts. But here, with Alec, I can’t deny the thrill I get from the way he’s touching me, like there’s nothing and no one else that matters.

My dress is a floral, flowing number that was meant to be a casual summer outfit but now feels sinfully sexy as it slips off, pooling around my ankles. His hand roams over the exposed skin, and the sensation is intoxicating.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathes, and his words send a rush of heat through me.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I murmur, reaching for his shirt and tugging it off, revealing the sculpted muscles underneath.

The lines and planes on this man’s body are enough to make a girl weak in the knees. And the way he’s looking at me now? It’s enough to make anyone’s head spin. I reach out, tracing a finger along his jawline, across the stubble that’s grown there the last few days, and his eyes darken. He leans down, kissing me deeply, and the feeling is like a drug, making me forget everything else.

I melt against him, reveling in the heat of his skin against mine, and the air crackles with a mixture of need and desire.

“Upstairs,” he murmurs, his lips finding the hollow of my throat.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak, and the next thing I know, he has thrown me over his shoulder and is carrying me up the stairs two steps at a time. My stomach swoops with every movement, and he swats my ass, eliciting a delightful squeal.

By the time we make it to the bedroom, I’m practically trembling with anticipation. He tosses me onto the bed and climbs on top of me, his mouth hot and demanding. His hand slips under the band of my underwear, his fingers finding their mark.

My hips buck, and a low moan escapes my lips as he works his magic, stroking and caressing until I’m a writhing mess beneath him. His lips close around my nipple, and I gasp, arching my back.

“Alec,” I manage, my voice coming out as a strangled plea.

“Yes?” he asks, his tone innocent even as his hand continues its wicked exploration.

“I need you,” I gasp, and the words tumble out before I can stop them.

His eyes meet mine, and there’s a flash of something that might be surprise or maybe satisfaction. Then his hot mouth is on mine.

Every nerve is alive, every touch sends sparks shooting through me. He peers up at me just a moment before he begins his descent, and the sight is enough to leave me panting. His mouth is warm and insistent, his tongue deftly working its way across my body. My legs quiver and clench around him, desperate for more.

“Please,” I whimper.

He chuckles, his breath tickling my skin. “Patience,” he says, his voice husky. “I’m just getting started.”

And with that, he dips his head lower, his mouth and tongue working their magic. My body responds instantly, arching and bucking as waves of pleasure wash over me. My hands clutch at the sheets, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out.

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