Page 27 of The Wolf's Bullied Pregnant Mate
“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped, writhing beneath me. “Going to—fuck, Zephyr, I’m going to come.”
“You don’t get to unless you ask.”
Quickly, I pulled out, only to slide right back in against once I had flipped her onto her back. Her face was damp with tears of pleasure, her neck and clavicle completely flushed. I settled my hand over her throat but didn’t squeeze.
Fear flashed through her eyes—fear drenched in pleasure. She choked on her own moans, her face turned to me, helpless.
“Please—please, Zephyr, let me come. Please.” Her mouth parted, more moans spilling from her as my hips snapped into hers, letting her fully languish in my cock. The noises were obscene, her wet heat only spilling around us both more and more. Her eyes fluttered shut as I sped up, nearing my own orgasm.
Adalyn’s body twitched, her cries ringing loudly. “Please—oh, fuck, you feel so good—”
My hand pressed onto her throat. “What were you saying about despising me?”
She gazed at me, blissed and fucked. Her breasts swayed with the rough thrusts, and I wanted to take them into my mouth.
“I hate you,” she moaned. “I hate you so fucking much.”
My orgasm crashed into me, and I choked out, “Come—” through a moan before I spilled into her, my hand tightening around her throat.
Adalyn did—a few more thrusts, and she was flooding around my cock, the heat spreading through us both. Her broken whines, her gasps, my name falling from her lips, were something I would not forget easily.
I groaned, burying myself in her, and stilled, as she spasmed around my length. Adalyn let out one last gasp as my cock gave one last twitch of sensitivity.
The pounding roar in my ears grew silent. I gazed down at her. I caught my breath, my harsh pants loud in the now-quiet space. I moved back, away from her, and pulled out. I spilled out of her, and I quickly pushed it back into her, laughing to myself as how she jerked and writhed against it.
I hovered, unsure of what to do now. Adalyn and I hadn’t had a civil conversation in a long time—and now this. Where did we go from here?
“There’ll be towels in the closet by that archway,” she whispered as if knowing I needed something to do.
I nodded sharply and turned to find an oak closet on the other side of the room. White towels were folded up in there. I grabbed one for her. Half thinking of throwing it at her to do herself, I knew I wanted to make sure she was comfortable. I soaked it in warm water in the sink that was set back into a bathroom space, just off the main room.
Why did I even care about making sure she was happy and comfortable?
I lapsed into silence as I returned to the bed and cleaned her gently. She winced. I fought the urge to ask if I had been toorough. I half thought the wince was my proximity to her now that the heightened moment had died down.
“It's been a long day,” I muttered. “We should get some sleep. I’ll take the floor.”
She blinked at me, then nodded. “Right.” She paused. “But the bed is big enough for the two of us, you know. Without touching.”
The thought of sharing a bed with her made me unsure of what to feel or think, but I didn’t have another option without rooting through the room to find another blanket. I listened to the side of me that didn’t want to put as much distance between us as possible, but the need to be closer to her.
Again, I questionedwhy?
I slipped into bed, still naked. Adalyn didn’t reach for any clothes. Both of our bags remained at the doorway we’d come through. I was still betrayed that this was where she had brought me. Awitch’ssanctuary. I despised it. Maybe that was why I’d wanted to fuck her. To show her I could still take control no matter where we were. To prove that I could still win, even if it was her own domain.
Or maybe I had justwantedher.
But the thoughts were getting tangled in my head.
“We should sleep,” I said again.
Adalyn hesitated, then nodded.
“I’ll check in with Alex tomorrow,” I told her. “You can touch base with your grandmother, too.”
She widened her eyes. “Don’t tell them where we are.”
“Why?”
