Page 53 of His Reward
I couldn’t stop moving on him, jerking and pulling, like I could suck every last drop of seed from his balls. The pleasure was so intense that my vision went white and every cell in mybody sang with joy. The golden haze of the almost bond we’d shared for months now coalesced into a thick, beautiful cord that connected the core of me to the core of him. I could suddenly feel his pleasure, his joy, and his possessiveness as intimately as I could feel my own.
But it didn’t stop there. The bond wasn’t the only thing that formed. It felt like a spark ignited inside of me. It was subtle at first, but as the intense breeding orgasm began to fade, as my body went limp with exhaustion and Boston surrounded me in an enveloping embrace, life flared within me.
I lost a couple minutes to the pleasure of it. I swam in bliss, rolled around in joy. When I floated back into awareness of myself and the world around me, Boston was still knotted in me, but he’d somehow unhooked me and carried me over to the bed. I still wore the restraints, but we lay panting together on top of the soft bed, joined and wrapped around each other.
“That was amazing,” Boston panted, cuddling me and thrusting a few times to give me a few delicious aftershock orgasms.
They were glorious, but they were almost an afterthought. My whole body tingled with awareness. It was an entirely new feeling and it eclipsed any pleasure I’d ever felt before.
“Lucien?” Boston asked, probably because I didn’t reply.
I forced myself to take in a breath and concentrate on what I was feeling. My heat had stopped, but I didn’t have any of the usual aversion to touch. Boston was still knotted in me, and even though my womb had pushed the head of his cock out and sealed up again even more protectively than before, I found immense comfort in still being joined with my alpha.
My alpha. It wasn’t pretend or lip-service anymore. The bond was definitely there now, huge and bright and powerful.
“We bonded,” I managed to squeeze out through my surprise.
“We did,” Boston said. I could feel his elation over the fact. He hugged me close, kissing the back of my neck and my shoulder over and over. “My omega. My amazing omega.”
“I’m pregnant,” I said in the same shocked hush.
Boston froze, his lips still on my neck.
“My heat is over,” I said, heart racing as the realization sank in. “Two heat waves, that’s it. And I can feel it in my womb. You did what you said you would and put a baby in me.”
Boston held still for a moment longer. “That was supposed to be part of the scene,” he said.
The emotions that poured through the bond from him were confused and shocked, but behind those feelings were pure joy and deep, alpha pride.
“You…you’re happy about it?” I asked, feeling so incredibly vulnerable that tears threatened to spill. I wasn’t supposed to cry outside of scenes.
“So happy,” Boston burst, hugging me tight. He tensed a moment later, then said, “Are you happy about it?”
I had to answer him honestly. He could feel my emotions now anyhow. “I don’t know,” I said. I twisted to face him, and since his knot had already started to go down, he slipped out of me. I didn’t mind. My heat was over anyhow, and I really wanted to face him for this conversation. “This wasn’t part of the plan at all.”
Boston’s smile and his joyful emotion faded a little. “I didn’t think of that.”
I hated that I’d killed his joy.
“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing,” I rushed to say, resting my hand on the side of his stubbly face. “I’m definitely not saying that.”
“But you didn’t plan on having a baby right now,” Boston said, partially echoing my thoughts. “And it’s exactly what your father wants to see happen.”
“I hadn’t even thought of that,” I said, my heart sinking into my stomach. He was right. This was exactly what my father wanted to happen. I’d started dating my firefighter rescuer, I’d moved in with him, and now I was pregnant with his baby. The only thing from my father’s checklist that we hadn’t done was get married.
I sucked in a breath. Damn, I wanted to marry Boston so badly right now. I wanted to be his omega forever, I wanted us to bring this baby into the world together, and I wanted to have even more, raising an entire family with him. And yes, I could see me teaching our children to skate. I could see me and Boston and our family out on the ice, smiling and laughing and loving each other.
“Whoa, whoa. That’s a powerful burst of emotion I’m getting right now,” Boston said.
I focused on him and blinked. “Is it possible to want something and not want it at the same time?” I asked.
I could tell immediately that he misunderstood me by the way his expression fell. “If you don’t want the baby?—”
“No!” I cut him off. “That’s not what I mean at all. It’s not the baby, it’s the life, the everything.”
Boston frowned slightly, like he didn’t understand me. I loved the way he stroked my side and hip, though. Even when he was confused, his touch was tender and possessive.
“I’m supposed to be recovering,” I said, trying to fit my expansive and tangled thoughts into words. “I’m supposed to be getting stronger and regaining my flexibility so that I can compete again. I’m supposed to be defying my father and succeeding despite him.”
