Page 64 of Broken Pregnant Mate
Then I remember that I’m not doing that anymore—I’m not staying silent just because I’m afraid to make noise. Standing up, I throw my fingers into my mouth and whistle loudly, watching as Oren startles, a rare pink moving to his cheeks when his eyes meet mine.
Then, his gaze shifts to the side as Ash pops to her feet, too, clapping and cheering. All at once, everyone else joins in, heaping the new Grayhide alpha leader with the applause that he deserves.
Except, I’m not looking at Oren, and I’m the tiny drop in the audience that’s not cheering for him. Instead, my gaze is on Aidan. My mate, my pride, the love of my life.
And his eyes are on me, too, the love on his face bright. Even now, among this historic event, he’s the most interesting, lovely thing in the room.
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My giggles ring out through the room as Aidan presses his mouth to my neck, his arms wrapping around my middle.
It’s late, and we’re still in our formal attire—me in a vibrant purple dress, him in his suit—and he only has one thing on his mind.
“Aidan,” I laugh, putting a hand on his face and trying to push him away. “We have topack.”
“Emaline,” Aidan says, pausing and holding me out by the shoulders, looking over me like he can’t believe I’m real, can’t believe I’m standing in front of him. “I have been waiting all week to get you alone. Let me have my way with you, and I will pack every single thing myself.”
I raise an eyebrow at him as he pulls away, starts to walk into the bedroom. “You’ll do all the packing yourself? But you hate packing.”
He pauses in the middle of taking his tie off, fixing me with disbelieving eyes. “EmalineGrayhide,” he says, though we aren’t officially married, and my name hasn’t changed just yet. “Do you think I would make my pregnant wife pack for our trip?”
I sit down on the bed to take off my shoes.
“I can pack,” I laugh, rolling my eyes and thinking about what Veva said at that birthday party—men flutter over you when they find out you’re pregnant. “You don’t have to do everything, Aidan.”
But even as I’m saying it, I know I don’t mean it—Ilikebeing fluttered over. Maybe that makes me weird, but I like having Aidan worry about me, offer to take care of me.
When I expressed that to Kira, she just laughed. “Well,yeah,” she’d said, waving her hand at me. “You’re growing apersonfor him. The least he can do is cook your meals and rub your feet.”
Now, Aidan pauses, leaning down and pressing his lips to my stomach, like he’s done every single day since finding out about the pregnancy.
Then, his lips trail up, and up, and I sigh into the feeling of it.
“Oh, believe me, I want to do everything. I am so in love with you, Emaline Smyth.” He peppers kisses over my skin. “Would you do me the honor of letting me touch you?”
When he pauses, finding my eyes, I can’t stop the smile from spreading over my face. I nod at him, and he wastes no time in pushing me back against the pillows. Getting on hisknees, he pushes my nice dress up around my hips, his hands lingering on the fabric.
At first, I thought that this entire ordeal was going to hang over our heads, that we would find it difficult to move on, to live our lives after everything with Jerrod and Mhairi.
But it turns out that our difficult childhood did something else for us—it made it easier to move on from tragedy. Some people would call that a silver lining; I’ll think of it as our superpower.
With slow fingers and soft hands, Aidan trails his hand over my legs, finding the clasp on my shoes and pulling them off, letting them thunk to the floor.
Everything about him drives me wild, including the way he presses his tongue to my clit, tasting me without hesitation, moaning against me, his hands tightening on my thighs.
“Aidan,” I gasp, letting my head fall back against the pillow. He never tires, working and working at me until I come apart on his tongue; then he climbs over me, kissing up my body. I find his belt, undoing the buckle and tugging on his pants.
He gets the message, kicking them off and sending them to the other side of the room without question. When he climbs onto the bed, starting to settle over me, I place a hand on his chest gently.
“Wait,” I say, then, pushing against him with my hips, I get him to roll over so he’s on his back, looking up at me.
“Emaline Grayhide,” he says, crossing his hands behind his head as I reach down, wrapping my hand around his length, running the tip of it along the inside of my thigh. He hisses through his teeth, then shakes his head, eyes sparking when hesays, “You think I’m going to let my pregnant wife do all the work?”
I lean down, kissing his forehead, keeping one hand on his cock, moving steadily, getting him as hard as I want him.
“No,” I whisper, trailing my lips over his forehead, smiling when he grips the fabric of my dress tightly in his fingers. “You’re not going toletme do anything, Aidan. I’m riding you, and that’s the end of the discussion.”
“Yes—ma’am,” he sighs, when I raise my hips and sink down onto him, taking his length in the way I know only my body can. I was made for him, and he was crafted for me, and we fit together perfectly that way.
