Page 49 of Rejected Pregnant Mate

My body was burning. His touch had turned gentle, no longer rough or hard. It was as if he couldn't help himself, couldn't resist the call of my body and my scent. He touched me like I was a precious object, a delicate thing, and he worshipped every inch of my body with his mouth.

Then, when we were well beyond words, he coaxed me to wrap my legs around his waist while he positioned the head of his cock at my pussy. He eased into me slowly, letting me adjust to his size. And when he was fully sheathed inside, his cock was so big that it set all of my nerve endings on fire.

He began moving, his strokes long and steady. Every thrust took him deeper, and my nails raked across his back. I felt him everywhere, his cock buried deep inside me, the feel of his body above me. I wanted to keep him there forever.

I didn't realize that I'd said the last bit out loud.

"I'm not going anywhere, baby." He rasped.

Scott's thrusts sped up, and his strokes grew shorter. Our breathing became labored, and I lost track of everything except the feel of his body on mine. The pleasure built, and my inner muscles started to tighten.

"That's it, Omega," he growled. "Come for me."

"Scott," I whispered.

He slammed into me, and I was done. A loud moan ripped from my lips, and my pussy clenched and spasmed,fluttering around his shaft as I flew into another realm of ecstasy.

"Fuck," he growled, his thrusts becoming jerky and erratic.

His hips jerked once, twice, and then his body froze as his cum painted my inner walls and his knot swelled inside me, locking us together. I was too weak to move, my body languid and tired and oh so satisfied.

My eyes started to flutter shut, but he wasn't finished. Scott moved to the side, rolling us onto our sides. His arms wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me close.

With the haze of my heat fading, the reality of the things we'd said, the things I'd said specifically crept in. I buried my face in his neck, but unwelcome dread was settling in my stomach even as my body stretched to accommodate his knot.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly.

"I'm fine," I told him, voice muffled.

"You don't sound fine."

I sighed. "I'm just..."

"Talk to me." His fingers rubbed circles into my lower back.

"It's, um. Well. It's normal to say really, really intimate things during heat sex, right?" I blurted out.

He stilled. "Nayeli...I loved every word and every little sound you made. Don't feel embarrassed."

I sighed, relaxing. "Okay. That's good."

"But what brought this on?"

"I...I don't know." I shook my head. "Things just got really intense, and we were talking like we were mates or something."

"We are mates, Nayeli." His hand slid down and cupped my ass, his other one coming up to wrap around the nape of my neck. He nuzzled against my jaw, "My gorgeous, strong, Omega mate."

I didn't argue. I couldn't. The lump in my throat made it impossible to speak.

"Sleep, Nayeli," he commanded. "We can talk in the morning."

And I was so exhausted, so wrung out and worn down that I did, Scott still knotted inside me. When we woke up twice more that night to feast on each other again, I let all the things I wanted to say spill out like water. If this was the last night we had together, I wasn't going to hold back. Not when I might never get the chance to say them again.

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The days after the cafe fight, there was a shift in the air, something lighter between Scott and me. His presence was constant, and when we both weren't busy, he made time for me without me even having to ask. It was easy when we were together like that, with no words or need for explanations. Even when we were silent, it was comforting.

My heat was finished after that night, but I still needed his touch to keep the pain from the spell bond at bay. Those touches became part of our routine, and I looked forward to his hand on the back of my neck and his low voice whispering in my ear when no one else was around.

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