Page 37 of The Wolf's Bullied Pregnant Mate
“Be good for me, Adalyn,” he said. He braced my knee on the edge of the pool, deepening the angle, as he chased his orgasm in me. “I’m close, but don’t you dare come until I say, remember?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
His hips snapped against mine, and I could only mewl and scrabble at stone, taking everything did and stop myself from orgasming. Pleasure enveloped me as he landed every inch of his intense attention on me. A million feelings collided in myhead: hatred, desperation, overwhelmingness, submission. How did he have me caving so easily, so willingly?
“Zephyr,” I moaned, arching my back as he palmed over my skin, humming his approval. “I need you.”
“I know,” he soothed. “I know.”
It was a strange moment of tenderness that I ached for. He folded his body over mine. Around me, the water slapped against our skin, forming our own currents. I should have felt worse about doing this here, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t help but think of my dreams.
We were always meant to reunite our bloodlines, Adalyn.
That’s what the dream Zephyr had said.
And I couldn’t ignore the feelings that our bloodlines had come back together in this cavern, finding tentative ground with one another. Even if it was through sex. Even if he went right back to hating me.
But as he pulled me up and held me against his chest, his breaths coming short and fast as he chased his orgasm, I knew I couldn’t stand if he went right back to hating me. Not more silence, not after this.
This felt different. I had shown him my power and made him unleash deeper sides of himself. This darker side of him had an edge that I wanted to hurt myself on.
“I’m close,” he moaned. “Fuck, Adalyn, I’m close.”
Suddenly, the thought of not finishing with him gripped me with panic.
“Please,” I begged, grabbing hold of his arm. I slid his hand up to my throat, where it settled easily. His palm settledon my neck while his fingers pushed at my lips. “Please let me come.”
“Come with me,” he gasped, giving up easier than I had thought he would. “Finish with me, Adalyn.”
His fingers pressed over my clit, stimulating it quickly until I let out a shout.
“Ah—ah, Zephyr!”
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Come for me.”
His length slid into me one last time, pulsing, as he came with a deep shout.
“Fuck, fuck—” he chanted, finishing. Once again, I let a shifter release his spend into me.
The thought alone was enough to hurtle me into my orgasm right after him, my body shaking as I came, seeking more friction. His fingers didn’t stop their stimulation on my clit, and soon, I was a boneless mess in his arms. I slumped back against his chest.
Zephyr didn’t pull out immediately like he had last time. He stayed.
He stayed holding me, catching his breath against my neck. I slid one hand into his hair, keeping him close to me.
And then he kissed me. Again.
Zephyr turned my head with a gentle hold on my chin and, tipped my head up to face him, and kissed me. It wasn’t a bruising, rough kiss like earlier, either. It was soft, tender. It was something I didn’t know what to do with. He pulled away and blinked at me, as if he hadn’t quite intended to kiss me.
I was terrified of that distance that he had put between us after the last time, and I grabbed his face and kissed him again, harder.
He moaned softly into the kiss.
And something felt different.
What are you? I asked that feeling in my mind, searching.
Zephyr was soft inside me again, but he still didn’t pull out. Not yet. My hands skipped over his jaw, dancing paths over his shoulders and neck. He held my face with one hand, his tongue sliding over mine. It was a kiss—a kiss forwant, not a kiss to incite sex. I got lost in it, tumbling through the feeling of Zephyr’s attention on me.
