Page 45 of The Alpha's Forced Pregnant Mate

She leaned in and pressed her lips to mine before I could say anything else. I groaned, letting my hands rest on her hips as she pushed me up against the windowsill. She pressed her body against mine, kissing me slowly as I wrapped my arms around her. She had to be exhausted from the day, but she kissed me like she couldn’t get enough.

Her scent enveloped me, making me feel dizzy. The scent of her lust made me growl deep in my throat. “Why?” I managed to ask between deep, wet kisses, “You don’t want me.”

Whitney stepped back, albeit reluctantly, and looked around us. “Seeing you react to all of this…it might make me an idiot, but it’s like seeing the real you for the first time. I don’t mind Julian with emotions. I want more.”

“Fuck,” I swore, grabbing her hips and pulling her against me. I was already hard and aching for her, and I knew she could feel it. “I don’t deserve you,” I whispered in her ear before kissing down her neck.

“We’re not talking about that right now,” Whitney replied, grabbing my hands and moving them from her hips to her breasts. “Right now I just need you to fuck me, Julian. Preferably in the shower, after we’ve washed all the blood off.”

I groaned, burying my face in her neck and inhaling deeply. She always smelled so good. I wanted to devour her whole. “Yeah,” I said. “Let’s do that.”

She pulled away from me and grabbed my hand, tugging me toward the bathroom. I followed her eagerly, feeling like I was on fire. I needed her naked right fucking now.

The bathroom was tiny but clean. It had a white tile floor and walls, with a white tiled walk-in shower in the corner. It was definitely not built for two people, but that wasn’t going to stop us.

Whitney started taking off her clothes as soon as the door closed behind me. Her jacket fell to the floor with a wet thud, then she bent over to pull off her boots. She looked up at me, raising an eyebrow. “Are you just going to stand there?”

“Oh,” I said, realizing what she meant. “Yeah.” I hurriedly unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. My jeans followed, then my shoes and socks. When I was completely naked, I straightened and found Whitney staring at me.

She’d already stripped out of the rest of her clothes and was standing in front of me completely bare, her gaze hot as she looked me up and down. “You’re beautiful,” she breathed, reaching out to touch my chest.

I caught her hand, gently pulling her into the shower with me. She stepped over the edge and let me turn her, pinning her against the wall as I turned on the water. It came out cold at first but quickly warmed up until it was steaming hot.

It felt so damn good on my sore muscles, but I didn’t have time to think about that, not when Whitney’s scent was flooding the tiny shower space, making me dizzy.

She shivered beneath my hands, gasping as the water hit her, and I leaned down to kiss her again. The kiss was desperate and messy, all tongue and teeth, and I pressed my thigh between her legs. She moaned against my mouth, arching her hips against me as the water poured down over us.

Whitney broke our kiss, leaning her head back against the tile wall and closing her eyes. “Julian,” she whispered, her voice raw.

I kissed down her neck, pausing to lick over her pulse before I kept going down to her chest. “What do you want, Baby?” I asked, my voice low.

“Make me come,” she begged, grinding against my thigh. “I need it.”

“Yeah,” I replied, sucking a nipple into my mouth and teasing it with my teeth. “Anything you want.”

She groaned, her hands going to my head, nails scratching against my scalp. I hummed against her, nipping at the sensitive skin until she was panting. Her hand slipped down my face, down my chest to where I was already hard and aching. I knew we should have gotten clean first, but the only thing I could think about was getting my dick inside of her.

I growled in frustration, pulling away from her. She whined, but I shook my head and knelt in front of her. I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward me, burying my face between her legs.

She gasped, her hands tangling in my hair. “Julian!” she exclaimed, but her voice was drowned out by the water still pouring down over us. I licked into her, swirling my tongue over her clit in fast circles until she was quivering.

The taste of her was intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough of it, couldn’t stop licking and sucking at her pussy until she was gasping for air above me.

She came hard with a sharp cry, her entire body shaking as I held onto her. When she finally stopped trembling, she slumped against the wall of the shower.

“Fuck,” she breathed. She pushed herself off of the wall and smiled at me. “I need you inside of me.”

I nodded, standing up and grabbing her hips again. “Hold on,” I warned, then lifted her easily. She wrapped her legs around me, her arms going around my neck. I pressed her against the wall, then guided myself into her slowly, inch by inch.

She exhaled, burying her face in my neck as I bottomed out, my cock buried deep inside her wet heat. “God,” she moaned, rolling her hips. “You feel so damn good.”

“So do you,” I said, my voice rough. I pulled out a little, then thrust back in, making her gasp. “Fuck, I love the way you feel around me.” I began to thrust into her harder and faster, and she made the most delicious sounds in response.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders, nails biting into the skin. Her breath was hot on my neck, and I could hear her heart pounding in her chest.

I kept my pace steady, not wanting to hurt her or make it end too soon, but when her moans became whimpers and her hips arched against mine, I knew she was close to unraveling.

Then, she changed everything.

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