Page 134 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha King

He lifts me off my feet with ease to set me down on the counter. With that, he parts from my lips, a small smirk playing on them.

Belatedly, I realize what he’s done. “You ass.”

He lets out another chuckle, stepping away from me to grab the poor charred pie to toss into the trash.

“Maybe we can feed it to the birds? Or…whatever animals you have out here,” I offer.

“I’m not particularly in the business of poisoning the local wildlife, Raine.”

I have half a mind to be offended. The sound of the pie hitting the bottom of the garbage can like an actual brick has me deciding otherwise.

“Who was the pie for, may I ask?” he turns back to me.

My lips thin.

If I say it’s for him, it’ll put him on the spot. If I say it’s for someone else, that’s going to look weird and like I’m trying to impress someone else.

When I don’t answer, he slowly wanders back over to me. “Should I be jealous?”

His eyes shift to a darker color and while his expression doesn’t change, the air around us does. My stomach flips in excitement when both of his hands land on my thighs, gripping them tightly—possessively.

No one’s ever wanted me like this—enough to be jealous over someone who doesn’t even exist. Back in Andromeda, any of the males I had a passing interest in or who I thought were attractive had acted like I had the plague, so there wasn’t exactly any room for jealousy to occur.

My core tightens, my panties growing wetter the longer Nyx stares me down.

I’m out of my mind to think this is hot. But the fact that someone likehimcould get jealous over someone else catching my eye is flattering and sexy.

Parting my legs for him, I say, “No.”

“No?” He slips between them instantly. “Tell me who it’s for, so I don’t have to go sniffing around my pack looking for a male who’s under the wrong assumption that he has any business courting you.”

My tongue darts out to wet my lips. Goddess, the way he talks sometimes… “You.”

He growls, low in his chest. “Good.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, instantly feeling him hard against me when the motion draws him closer. His mouth finds my neck, teeth sinking into the soft skin to replace the marks from earlier that have already begun to fade.

“Cooking for me.” His breath huffs against my ear while he speaks. “How domestic.”

“Well, I am having your baby, aren’t I?” My horniness is making me bold, my usual filter gone. I’m too turned on to be scared of his reaction, emboldened by his blatant want for me and not being afraid to show it.

“Ours.” He presses the word into my skin like an imprint. “Our baby.”

A moan leaves me.

Gods, I love the sound of that. I love the sound of a male claiming not only me but my child as their own, even if it’s not biologically his. We can make it that way, though. This child will never know the difference, not if we raise them together like I want.

“Yes,” I say. “Our baby.”

I love the sound of that so damn much it almost makes me want to cry.

Tangling my grip in his hair, I pull him up to kiss me again and roll my hips into his. He meets my energy by following the motion with his own—pushing up the skirt of my dress and rocking himself against me, teasing me with that hard length of his.

My core is soaked by now, needing for him to rip my panties down and take me right on this damn counter. At this point, I don’t even care if anyone walks in and sees us going at it. I need Nyx buried so deep in me that I feel the ache of him for days afterward.

He seems to share the same sentiment because without missing a beat, he shifts his hips away from mine. The sound of the button at the front of his jeans pops, and then his clothes rustle while he shoves them down his body.

My tongue curls around his while he sucks on mine.

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