Page 43 of Bully Alpha's Pregnant Mate

Alec’s tongue swirls and flicks, and my body convulses. He slides a finger inside me, and I see stars. I’ve never felt anything like this—the intensity is almost too much.

He adds another finger. The pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter.

“Oh, god,” I gasp, and then the wave crashes over me, sweeping me away in a flood of ecstasy.

Alec keeps his pace, drawing out the pleasure until I’m a shuddering mess, limp and sated. He finally releases me, and I collapse onto the bed just long enough to catch my breath.

I yank him up and crash my lips against his. He’s rock-hard, and his cock presses against my abdomen, sending another surge of desire coursing through me. I reach down, taking him in my hand and stroking slowly. He groans, his eyes closing briefly.

“Fuck,” he mutters, and the word is barely audible.

“That’s the idea,” I say, rolling on top of him.

He grips my hips, his hands tightening as I work at his belt, sliding his pants and boxers off. His cock springs free, and I take him in my hand, pumping slowly before I raise myself up and guide him inside me, inch by agonizing inch. The sensation is exquisite, and my body shudders as he fills me completely. The pressure is almost unbearable.

“Oh, god,” I groan, the sound animalistic, primal.

I sink down onto him, taking him fully, and then I ride him, savoring the sensation of him filling me. The room fills with the sounds of our lovemaking. Our bodies move together in a frenzied rhythm as I rock my hips, chasing the high. My breasts bounce, and he reaches up, kneading them and pinching the nipples.

The sharp sting of pain only adds to the pleasure. My pace increases, a delicious heat building between us. I throw my head back, and a strangled cry escapes my lips.

“I’m close,” I breathe.

He nods, his grip on my hips tightening. “Me too,” he gasps.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, the words coming out as a hoarse plea.

He begins moving with me, slamming into me. The pressure builds, cresting and crashing. I cry out, the orgasm ripping through me, obliterating all thought. My body shudders as the room spins.

He gives a final thrust and explodes, filling me with his release. His hands clench around my hip bone. “Oh, fuck!” he growls.

For a moment, we lie there, spent and satisfied. The world narrows to this moment, this place, and nothing else.

As the fog clears, I’m aware of his arms wrapped around me, his heart beating against mine, and I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt this content.

Chapter 19 - Alec

I’ve faced down demons, taken on rogue shifters, and kept three packs safe through all kinds of threats. Watching my wife, pale and queasy, wrapped in three blankets and looking miserable as she huddles over a bucket? I’m pretty sure this is a whole new level of terrifying.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she grumbles, managing a faint glare even though she’s barely sitting up. “I’m fine, Alec. Really. It’s just a little bug.”

“Right. That’s why you’ve already made three trips to the bathroom and can’t keep anything down? Because it’s alittlebug?” I try to look disapproving while I pass her another bottle of water. She takes it with a grimace, as if the idea of drinking anything else is almost worse than the sickness.

“You act like I’m on my deathbed,” she mutters, hugging her abdomen with a wince.

“If you’d just rest like a normal person, I wouldn’t have to act like this,” I say, trying not to let my worry show too much. But it’s hard not to when her face is flushed, her voice is strained, and I swear she looks a little worse every time she so much as thinks about getting up.

She starts to pull herself up but clutches her stomach, her face tightening in discomfort. I gently press her shoulders so she goes back to bed. “Don’t even think about it. You’re not getting up, Isadora. Not until you’ve had a solid day of rest.”

“Alec, I don’t have a ‘day of rest’ in my schedule,” she protests, brushing my hand off with about as much energy as a wilted flower before she places the bottle of water on the table beside her. “There are things to do, you know. I have a shift at the bookstore, borders to check, traps to double—”

“And people who can handle it just fine without you for a day,” I interrupt, raising an eyebrow. “Trust me, the pack won’t crumble if you take a break. I’d rather have you healthy than burning yourself out.”

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t make another attempt to get up. “You’re one to talk, Alpha. I’ve just got a bit of an upset stomach.”

I shoot her a look. “An upset stomach doesn’t explain why you look like you’re ready to pass out. And remember who’s talking to you here. I know a thing or two about overdoing it. And right now, you’re practically wearing the warning signs like a banner.”

She scoffs but sinks back into the pillows with a resigned sigh. “Fine. But only because I’m too tired to fight you right now.”

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