Page 58 of Bully Alpha's Pregnant Mate

“Three.”

This time, it’s a command, and he obeys, his tongue flicking out to swirl over the aching spot, teasing and taunting.

“Four.”

The number comes out as a plea, and my breath hitches, the pressure building. He keeps going, his tongue relentless, coaxing a string of gasps and moans from me.

“F-five,” I finally choke out, my vision blurred, my whole body trembling.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, the words sending another shock of pleasure through me.

“Fuck,” I pant, and he looks up at me with a wicked smile, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my thigh.

“Want me to keep going?”

I nod, the movement jerky. His hand moves lower, sliding between my legs. His touch is light, almost teasing, as he traces slow, deliberate patterns, circling and dipping and pressing. The sensation is exquisite, and I buck against him, needing more, wanting to drown in the feel of him.

“Say please,” he whispers, his voice thick and rough.

“Please,” I beg, my entire body shaking, ready to burst.

“That’s right.”

And then his mouth is on me, hot and demanding, and his tongue is inside me. It’s too much and not enough, and I cry out, gripping his shoulders, holding on for dear life. His fingers curl, thrusting, and then the world goes white, a rush of pleasure crashing over me.

I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything except cling to him, his name a breathless prayer on my lips. He rides out the wave with me, his touch firm and steady. When I finally come down, I’m panting and weak, every nerve singing.

“Wow,” I manage, collapsing against him.

He lets out a soft, satisfied chuckle. “Was that five?”

“I don’t know,” I murmur, my head spinning, the words slurring together. “It felt like a lot more than that.”

He laughs, a low, deep sound. His arms wrap around me, cradling me close. “That’s a good start,” he says, his lips brushing against the curve of my neck. “Now let’s see how many times we can make you come.”

I have no idea when he removed his pants, but suddenly, his body is against mine, his skin burning hot. He grinds against me, the friction sending a jolt through me. I whimper, burying my face against his shoulder.

“Don’t hide from me,” he says, his tone a warning. “Let me see you.”

I force myself to meet his gaze, and his eyes are dark, hungry. He rolls his hips, and I groan, arching toward him, wanting him closer, deeper.

“Look at me,” he says. His hand grips my chin, forcing my eyes back to his.

“Alec,” I whisper, pleading, and he growls, the sound vibrating through him.

“That’s right,” he murmurs, his thumb stroking my jaw. “Say my name.”

“Alec,” I repeat, the syllables tumbling from my lips.

He thrusts, filling me, and the stretch is delicious, the ache of it sending another rush through me. He rocks against me, driving deeper, his body claiming mine. We’re lost in each other, the world fading away, nothing existing but the two of us. Our breaths mingle as our bodies move together in a rhythm as old as time itself.

It’s overwhelming, and yet, it’s everything I need. His hands grip my hips, guiding me, and the pace quickens. The tension builds, the pressure threatening to snap. He thrusts harder, deeper, and I cry out, losing control. He groans, his fingers digging into my skin. The sound is raw and primal, setting my blood on fire.

“Alec,” I cry out, the word breaking free, and he growls, his eyes wild and unfocused.

“That’s it,” he breathes, his voice hoarse. “Come for me.”

The words send me over the edge, and I shatter, my release spilling through me. He follows, his own orgasm wracking his body. The feel of him coming apart is enough tosend me spiraling again. We ride the wave together, clinging to each other, and when the aftershocks fade, we’re both gasping and breathless, sweat-slicked and sated.

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