Page 40 of Alpha's Baby Girl
“Oh, really?” He laughed quietly, a rumble in his throat. “You might need to prove that to me again.”
“You’re injured!”
Fenrys gave me a lustful smirk. “I don’t have to do any of the work.”
And from the look on his face, I knew he had been thinking about the position he propositioned for a while. He wanted me to ride him. My face warmed. I was still wearing my torn dress from the banquet and was eager enough to get it off. I didn’t want the memories of the garment, but now I had a better reason to let Fenrys push it up and off me.
Before I could lower my arms from peeling off the dress, Fenrys pressed a kiss to my stomach, licking his way up my navel, to cup my breasts together before lavishing them in affection. He licked around the puckered tips, circling his tongue around each nipple, as I slid my fingers into his hair to guide him lower. His kisses turned softer as he held my hips and kissed my stomach again. He pressed his cheek to it, as if he might hear something.
I giggled, unable to help the thought of my mate and child.
“I’ll never stop working to be the man you deserve, Thalia,” Fenrys murmured against my skin, eyes flicking up to meet mine. “I’ll be good to you. I’ll be good to our child.”
His voice was so earnest that I couldn’t help but pull his mouth to mine. His bare torso against mine was warm, our skin sliding against each other. His hands slid up my thighs where they bracketed around his waist, mindful of his wound. But Fenrys kissed me as if he hadn’t ever been injured. Or as if it was merely a mindless nuisance compared to the desire to have me again.
“I thought I’d lost you,” he said against my lips, devouring me. He licked into my mouth deeply, hungrily, nipping at my lower lip in a feral way. “I couldn’t bear the thought of not getting you back, even if I was hurt.”
My chest tightened at the reminder but I knew this was part of our trusting process: to talk through these things, to acknowledge them, and not just hope we could ignore them and move on that way.
“I want you to know that they kidnapped me,” I said. “It wasn’t a set-up. Conall worried it was.”
Fenrys’s hands halted on the edge of my underwear. “Are we really talking about Conall right now?”
He laughed through another kiss that we broke. I blushed and let him kiss me properly. As I kissed him back just as hungrily, his fingers wandered under my underwear, exploring my hips, the soft curls between my legs, before slipping them lower to find where I was already trying to seek friction as I grew aroused.
Being on top was different, and I could already feel how much deeper Fenrys might be in me before he actually slid into me. I pawed at the sheets to tear them off him. I faltered at the side of his bandaged thigh and stitches but he waved it off.
“I told you, as long as I don’t need to do the work, then I’ll be fine,” he said, bringing my face closer to his for a moment. “That’s why I need my Luna to make good on her first promise to serve. Work hard for both of us.”
And I did—Iwantedto. I palmed him through the thin boxer shorts he wore. Although a protective part of me didn’t want to risk injuring him further, the part of me that had been parted from him for so much time needed him. We had faced the possibility of losing one another today and I craved that proximity.
From the hard length I met in his boxers, he did too. Fenrys let out a short laugh. “My mate sits astride me in just panties, and I’m suddenly a weak man.”
I bit his jaw playfully. “You could never be weak, Fenrys.” I pushed his boxers down, freeing him.
I arched my back to rub the head of his cock over my pussy, closing my eyes at the teasing promise of it. Fenrys made a low, rough noise before gripping my hips and pushing me back so he lined up properly.
“Well, Luna?” he asked, a knowing smile deepening on his lips. “Are you going to be good for me?”
The promise ofbeing goodsent shivers down my spine and I sank down on his cock with a shuddering moan. God, he’d had me more than once by now, and I still wasn’t used to the size of him. Both thickandlong, it felt like he was pushed in all the way to my stomach by the time he bottomed out.
I drifted a hand up my pelvis as if I would be able to feel him.
I clenched around him, just savoring the feel of him in me. I clawed my fingers on his chest, leaving red lines from my nails, but Fenrys only shuddered at the feeling as he tipped his head back, looking at me with hooded eyes. He was so handsome.
Bracing myself on his shoulders, I lifted myself and then lowered right back down, my eyes rolling back at the fullness. Then I sped up, letting myself feel every inch of him in detail, every hot twitch of his cock, every tight groan he gave when the head caught and didn’t slide in the first time. I rode him faster, my ass slapping onto his thighs every time, and if he was in any pain from the movement he didn’t show it. He kept running his hands over my bare body, groping my breasts, cupping my stomach, and when I slowed down, he gripped my wrists in his hands and tugged them behind my back to have better leverage to fuck up into me.
I’d said I would do the work but his face was a picture of pure ecstasy as moans punched out of me. His dark waves stuck to his forehead, and as he slammed into me over and over, I moaned for him, his name a mantra on my lips. This was everything I had ever wanted: him, carnally. Him, wanting me so much, he was fighting to not push me onto my back and have his own way with me the way he had in the cave. I half wanted that, my alpha towering over me, but we had the rest of our lives to do that.
He was mine, I realized sharply.
Fenrys was my mate and mine forever, bonded together but also choosing to be together.
No more rejections, no more betrayals. We could finally start putting the past behind us and look towards our future. Us, a pack, our future child.
The pleasure built in me slowly, a throbbing thing that I chased as I rode Fenrys in tandem to his thrusts. His thighs parted as he sat up, curling around my body, as he fucked into me fast enough to take my breath away. I clung onto him, digging my nails into his shoulder and finding his scent in his neck. There was a hint of cologne from the banquet alongside the copper tang of blood from his fight, but there was also the smell of the woods clinging to him from that morning’s trial. I breathed him in, my arousal spiking further, as I circled my hips over his cock, holding him in deeper.
I moaned into his mouth when he grabbed fistfuls of my ass, drawing me into him as his thrusts became shallower but more forceful. My choked cries weren’t muffled, spilling out freely at his command, but I couldn’t care if anyone heard us.
