Page 22 of Rejected Pregnant Mate

"You can't play with me, Scott."

"I'm not playing with you." I knew it sounded like a weak excuse, but it was the truth.

Nayeli shook her head. "I've had enough heartache over you. You rejected me once, and I won't let you do it again."

I stepped forward, catching her face in my hands. "I'm sorry about what happened, Nayeli. I wish I could go back and change everything. But I can't."

She took a shaky breath and nodded. "I know you can't. But we're different people now."

I pressed my forehead against hers. "Maybe. Or maybe not as different as you think. I'm your husband now."

I ran my nose along the side of her neck, taking in her scent, and she gasped softly. "Scott, you can't just...do this to me. It's not fair."

I hummed against her skin. "I'll make you a deal. Walk out of here, don't hesitate, and I'll let you go. But if you pause, I'm going to kiss you."

She yanked herself free from my hold, and disappointment flooded through me as she walked away. But then, just before her hands landed on the door, she paused, and I heard her say, "Scott...?"

It was all I needed. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into me. Nayeli's arms came up to wrap around my neck, and then I was kissing her.

I groaned into her mouth at the feeling of our lips connecting. She tasted so sweet and warm, and her body felt perfect against mine. She made me lose all sense, but I didn't fucking care as long as I got to taste her pretty mouth.

Still kissing her, I backed her towards the counter, grabbing her by her hips and sitting her on the surface of it. I pushed myself between her legs, my hard cock pressed against her stomach. My hands cupped her ass as I leaned forward and took her lips again.

Her tongue stroked mine, and her fingers dug into my shoulders. Fuck. She tasted so good and kissed me like she never wanted to stop.

I'd wanted her for so long. Years. Ever since the first time I saw her. And now that I had her in my arms, it felt like every second of waiting had been worth it.

My hand slid down her body and under the edge of her shirt. When my fingertips touched her soft skin, Nayeli gasped. Her head fell back, and I trailed kisses along her throat. Her hands mirrored mine, pushing up under my shirt to feel the muscles of my abs. I loved the way she couldn't keep her hands off me, as if she had to touch me or she would go crazy.

I needed more. I grabbed the edge of her shirt and started pulling it up. "Off."

I was on the edge of heaven, ready to be let in finally, Nayeli's hands reaching to pull the garment over her head...right before the damn door opened, bell tinkling. It was the last fucking person I wanted to see at that moment.

Fuck. I should have sensed him. Samson put off Alpha energy like a heater, but all of my attention had been wrapped up in his cousin.

"What the fuck is going on here?"

Nayeli froze under me, and I reluctantly stepped away from her, trying not to growl in frustration. We'd been so close. "I don't think it's any of your business, Samson."

He looked at me like I was an idiot. "Of course, it's my fucking business. She's my cousin and my pack member."

"She's my wife, and therefore, part ofmypack," I stepped in front of Nayeli to let her straighten her clothes and crossed my arms. I didn't think Samson had ever pissed me off more, but I didn't want him to see that I was affected by him. "Stop treating her like a kid and get the hell out of my shop."

Something dangerous flared in the other Alpha's eyes, and he clenched his fists, stepping forward. He looked over my shoulder to Nayeli, ignoring me. "Nayeli, just because you married this prick doesn't mean you have to let him paw all over you."

Nayeli had been moving to intercept Samson, but this made her pause. "Uh, he wasn't—"

Samson, as usual, wasn't listening, and kept talking, grabbing his cousin's shoulders, which made me want to break every single one of his fingers. "Is he forcing you? I'll kill him—"

I saw Nayeli's face go from embarrassed to angry in a heartbeat. She shook her cousin off, and put her hands on her hips. "He's not forcing me to do anything, Samson! For God's sake, you're being ridiculous!"

He faltered for a beat. "You don't have to lie for him," Samson insisted.

"Samson...I'm warning you..."

He ignored me. "If you want out, I'll take care of it. We'll find someone else to fix the spell."

"Oh my God, Samson," Nayeli groaned, putting her hand over her face. "I don't need you to take care of anything, okay? I can take care of myself."

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