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"Fuck, baby girl," Wyatt growls as I increase the pace of my movements until I'm bouncing against him.
I groan as every inch of me is completely consumed by the feel of his throbbing dick. He grabs my ass firmly in his hands as he takes control, his cock sliding in and out of me with deep thrusts.
I slam my mouth against his to kiss him, and our bodies are moving in a perfect rhythm. Our moans get louder as the build up grows inside us.
"Damn, Octavia, you're so tight." Wyatt squeezes my hip as he increases his pace. "I could live inside you, baby."
Every nerve in my body is on fire, tingling, my climax on the brink of explosion.
Wyatt growls in my ear as I start to spasm around him, "Come all over my cock, baby girl. That's it."
My whole body is overtaken with pure ecstasy and it leaves my legs shaking. I moan as my release finally comes and my pussy clenches tight around him.
"Ohh, fuck, fuck, Tavia," he bites out through clenched teeth.
Wyatt slowly sits down on the ground, bending his knees slightly so he is still buried deep inside me. I'm overwhelmed with exhaustion from my orgasm, but Wyatt is determined to take me over that edge once again.
He kisses me, his tongue plunging into my mouth as he starts thrusting into me. His groans become louder with each punishing snap of his hips, signaling his own release is coming. I can feel his knot swelling and I know we are going to be locked together for a while this time.
We continue to kiss as our bodies rock against each other, trying to expel all of the pent up passion, our orgasms crash over us at the same time. Wyatt moans as he fills me with his cum, his shoulders shaking with the force of it.
"Fuucckk," he bellows out before collapsing back, us both tumbling to the carpet.
I can't help but stare at Wyatt's sweaty torso that's packed with muscle, as the moonlight dances across the floor and I softly lay my head on his pec.
"You're my gorgeous perfect mate," he whispers into my hair. "Promise you won't leave me."
"Always mate," I whisper back.
His dark emerald eyes that I love so much, glow in the moonlight as I look up to meet his gaze. "Always, baby girl."
I nod, feeling more secure about our future than ever before.
19
SIT AND WAIT
Octavia
The morning sunfilters through the curtains of Wyatt's office, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden desk. I stand outside the door, my heart pounding in my chest. There’s an undeniable pull between us since last night — the way he held me, the way he kissed me softly, those moments that felt like they were stitched into the very fabric of my being. Yet, as I stand here, I can’t shake the chill that dances across my skin, a whisper of foreboding that something isn’t right.
Inside, I hear Wyatt’s voice, deep and commanding, mingling with the lighter tones of his friends, Harrison and Dalton. They sound serious, and curiosity gnaws at my insides.
“Rachel’s up to something,” I catch Wyatt saying, his voice laced with a fury that makes my stomach twist. “This can’t be a coincidence. She’s been playing her little games for too long.”
I lean closer, straining to hear more. Harrison responds, his tone urgent. “A warrior messaged me. He was meeting with her. She tricked him into thinking you were her true mate and threw her away for Octavia, and they were discussing plans. Heis absolutely beside himself with self loathing for doubting his Alpha. She’s claiming to be pregnant, Wyatt. It’s all a ruse.”
The air grows thick with tension, and I can feel a mix of relief and anger coursing through me. Rachel, the woman who’s been a thorn in our side, has taken this far too far. Being fake pregnant with the Alpha’s heir? It’s beyond cruel.
I knock, and Wyatt’s voice calls out to me. “Come in.”
I open the door and step inside, trying to project confidence despite the turmoil brewing within me. As I walk closer, I catch the looks of surprise and respect from Harrison and Dalton. They greet me, their voices warm and welcoming, but my eyes are locked on Wyatt. He’s sitting behind his desk, and the moment I approach, he tugs me onto his lap, a playful smile lighting up his face. I blush, feeling the heat of his body against mine.
“Good morning, Luna,” Dalton says, his tone teasing but friendly. I can’t help but smile back at him.
“Morning,” I reply, my gaze never leaving Wyatt’s. He looks so handsome, even now, with the chaos swirling around him.
Wyatt’s expression shifts as he looks at me, concern flickering in his eyes. “We’ve just been discussing Rachel. It seems she’s been lying about her pregnancy. Harrison got word from a warrior, and now we’re trying to track her down.”
