Page 29 of What's Rogue Got To Do With It

“There’s no doubt.” He grabbed both my hands and we danced around the room. He hadn’t been so bubbly and excited since… since… had he been like this since I met him? Nah, I didn’t think so. When he scented me, he didn’t just gain a fated mate but also a whole heap of trouble.

We stared at each other across the small space. A baby. Ours. Getting pregnant should have been impossible for one outcast and a rogue. We had no pack, land or future. What could we offer a baby?

Love? My wolf piped up.

Yes.

My mate pulled me into his arms. “We’re going to be a Daddy and a Papa. And I have dibs on Papa.”

I grinned because him saying dibs… those were fighting words. This child was proof that love could exist outside pack boundaries and mates could create life even when the world said they shouldn't. But thinking about the implications of my pregnancy would come later. Now, I needed to be close to Creven.

My mouth was at the base of his throat and I breathed in his scent. My emotions were making my head spin and if he didn’t hold me, I might collapse into a heap. But his scent in my nostrils calmed me.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too." His hands framed my face. “I can't believe this is real."

For the first time since we’d run—no before that, since I’d been on my own, and for my mate since he’d been rogue—we both had a bright future and something to cherish and look forward to. If Auden couldn’t reach an agreement with whoever he was talking to, we’d fight with everything we had because we had a child who needed us.

"We're going to be great parents.” My mate nuzzled my head and when he pulled away, he placed his lips on mine. I lost myself in the kiss, wanting to savor this moment and bookmark it so I could return to it whenever I wanted. We’d experienced so little happiness during our time together, except for those brief weeks in the cabin, and I was scared that if I didn’t hang on to this moment, it might slip through my fingers.

The kiss started soft, but the mate bond hummed within me and pricked my skin. It was that delicious emotion of pain and pleasure, amplified by what we’d created. I took deep breaths expecting it to overwhelm me as had it had been doing, but if I was interpreting it correctly, it was urgent rather than desperate.

"I need you.” My hands tugged at his shirt. Having him inside would make this real. It would have sounded silly if I said the words in my head but my hole and cock were doing the thinking.

Creven responded with a growl as his hands roamed over me as if he was memorizing my curves. He pressed kisses over my jaw and down my throat, whispering how much he loved me. I shivered as his words resonated on my skin. He’d marked me already but I imagined his whisperings strengthened our bond.

He dragged me to the bed as each of us fumbled with our pants and we were naked from the waist down when we toppled onto the mattress.

"Mine," Creven whispered as his mouth, tongue and teeth licked, flicked and grazed my skin.

I tangled my fingers in his hair. “Yours.”

His growl vibrated against my throat and sent shivers down my spine as he tugged off my shirt and his own before running his hands over the dips and curves of my body. His lips followed the path his fingers had traced leaving a trail of heat on my skin.

“I love you.” He breathed against my skin and rolled us over so I was pinned beneath him. Lowering his head to my nipple, he grazed his teeth over the point. I yelped and bucked my hips as waves of pleasure washed over me. My hand roamed over his back, noting the toned muscles I’d memorized since our first time.

His hand slid over my hip and his fingers slid between my legs. “You’re so ready for me.” He fingered my hole, slippery with slick.

“Stop talking. I need you inside me.”

He guided himself to my entrance and the head of his cock pressed against my hole. A knot of anticipation formed in my tummy as I waited for him to fill me. I wanted his length wedged in my channel so tight that maybe he’d stay there and never leave, providing me with endless pleasure.

I lifted my knees so they pressed on my chest, knowing he was eying my hole. Reaching down and using two fingers, I spread it wide and shoved a finger in.

Creven’s eyes narrowed. “That should be me in there.” He yanked my finger out and rammed one of his in. I gasped because he was inside me but also longed for his dick.

“You like this or my cock?”

He was teasing me, damn it. But he didn’t wait for my answer, instead he thrust in, sheathing himself deep in my channel. Gods whenever we had sex, he seemed bigger and thicker than the last time.

How lucky am I?

With his dick buried to the hilt, he pressed his brow to mine. I squeezed his butt and he yelped. He pulled away and I gazed at his smoldering eyes while desire threaded through my veins, almost undoing me.

I slapped his butt. “Hey, this isn’t a choose your own adventure. I wanted fucking and gods I’m going to get it.”

He studied me, not moving but I knew his game and I gripped the bed sheet because he was going to fuck me hard.

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