Page 62 of Kidnapped Rejected Mate
He settles back into the bed with me draped over his chest, one of his hands on my back, stroking it gently. I shiver, feeling sleep start to roll over me as his knot continues to release steadily inside me.
“What’s that, love?” Soren murmurs back, seeming just as sleepy.
“I’m pregnant.”
His hand stalls, and maybe I should feel some trepidation, some worry that this isn’t what he wants.
But I know him—he’s my mate. He’ll be a great father, and I can already feel the joy pulsing through him, the delight as he sits up slightly, his hands going to my biceps, holding me up so he can look at me.
“We’ll talk about this more later,” he whispers, “because I can see that you’re tired. But I want you to know—you’re exceptional. I love you. I can’t wait to see what an amazing mother you’ll be.”
My chest glows with happiness from the praise, the love, this little cocoon of perfect life that I’ve earned. I cuddle back into him, letting my content sigh say everything I don’t have the energy to.
I’m tired of everything with Tara, and I have a feeling it’s going to be a long time before I feel like myself again. But I already feel better than I have for fifteen years.
When I wake up hours later, the room shrouded in darkness, my body is moving before I really understand what I’m doing. I slip out of Soren’s arms and to my knees between his legs, wrapping one of my hands around his length.
He’s perfect, gorgeous, everything about him even more gentle and smooth in the moonlight. His thighs, so strong, are soft to the touch when I reach out and run my fingers over them.
I watch a shiver run up the length of his body, and his cock starts to grow stiff in my hand. I watch as it happens, mesmerized at how each pump of my hand makes him harder, thicker.
Slowly, I lean forward and run the tip of my tongue over the velvety top of his cock. He lets out a noise from the back of his throat, then rises up to look down at me.
“Aurela,” he says, voice thick, “what—”
His words die when I put my mouth on him, his hand coming to the back of my head, gently guiding, never pushing. His fingers tighten in my hair, trembling slightly, like he’s showing great restraint.
He tastes like sweat and smoke, and from where I am, his scent is the strongest, wrapping around me, filling the room. Seeming to fill the entire world.
I suck him off, relishing the way he responds to me, how his hips jerk in response, the hiss he lets out when I scrape my teeth over his sensitive skin.
After what could only be ten minutes, but doesn’t feel like nearly enough, he reaches down, taking me in his arms. Pulling me up, he turns me over to position me on my stomach, lining his hips up behind my ass. His cock slides into the slick of me,the head pushing against my clit until I let out a muffled moan into the pillow.
“As much as I want to come inside that pretty mouth,” Soren whispers, his voice rough in my ear and against the back of my neck, “I’d like to be inside you much, much more.”
I turn my head to the side and pout at him, which makes him laugh as he adjusts his position, tipping his hips until he can find my entrance and slide inside.
“Don’t worry,” he says, one of his hands flying to my hip, holding me in place as he slides in, fully seating himself inside me. “I’ll make it up to you, baby.”
And he does.
***
“Thank you so much for inviting us,” my mother says from her place at the end of the table.
And to her credit, it sounds like she really means it.
Our meal is nothing as elaborate as what we might have at my parents’ house. There aren’t multiple courses, or a fine roasted meat and an assortment of sides. But it is homemade—a rich, thick chili made from an elk Soren caught up at the cabin, paired with salad, cornbread, and a dollop of sour cream from the local dairy for each bowl.
“You caught this elk up at your cabin?” my dad asks, his eyes meeting Soren’s over the table.
The table is dark wood and a little too small for all of us, but we’re crowded around it, anyway, because Lachlan and Valerie only have a small breakfast nook, and we all determined it would be best not to have the meal at my parents’ house. When they reached out to us, asking if we might get together for ameal, Lachlan and I talked on the phone for an hour, trying to determine if it was even possible for them to change. If it was worth taking the chance on them.
Again.
I’m not sure exactly what happened that day on the cliff, since Soren and I haven’t exactly had a second to talk everything through yet. But whatever it was, it seemed to change my parents’ opinion of him.
In fact, whatever took place on the cliff kind of seemed to change my parents altogether.
