Page 47 of Alpha's Heir

With my free hand, I ran my fingertips along her abdomen, sending shivers of pleasure through her. It wasn't long before she pulled me up to her mouth, hungry for the taste of herself on my lips. She wrapped her legs around my hips, pulling me against her. I was fully hard, and nearly managed to slip inside without even trying. But I reached between us to make sure I wouldn't hurt her by being reckless. There was no need. She'd never felt so open and ready for me. I slowly pushed forward, filling her completely, until I could no longer deny myself the feel of her.

Cora whimpered as I began moving in and out, her legs still wrapped around me, drawing me deeper into her. The friction of our bodies touching was amazing, but as I stroked into her, I knew there was nothing I wanted more than to feel her climax around me again.

I thrust harder, faster, meeting every silenced moan with one of my own. I could feel her beginning to come, the tension mounting, and fought against my own impending release. But my resolve soon disappeared as she began calling out my name, her body trembling beneath mine. I pulled back slightly, making room for my hand, which I used to bring her to the edge once more.

Just as she neared release, I plunged back inside, eliciting another moan from her perfect mouth. As I pumped her, my arm cradling her lower half, I began to feel the building pressure within me reach critical mass. With a cry, I buried myself inside her, releasing into her one last time.

I didn't move for a long time, simply reveling in the blissful peace that filled me. My head was spinning with thoughts of our future together. For a brief moment, all the uncertainty and fear of the past weeks faded away, leaving only joy in its wake.

Slowly I slid out of her and moved to lay beside her. . We lay side by side, our hands entwined, basking in the glory of the moment. I smiled down at her, kissing her cheek softly. "Do you think they heard?"

"I doubt it," she said quietly, smiling in return.

"Then why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because," she said seriously, a dreamy look in her eyes, "you were magnificent."

I chuckled, already drifting off to sleep. "Nothing compared to you."

Chapter twenty-three

Cora

Lyinginbed,Icouldn't help but find humor in the situation, despite the intermittent contractions gripping my abdomen. Weston was pacing around our bedroom in a state of controlled chaos, his eyes darting around as if he were searching for some elusive treasure.

"Weston, love, calm down," I said, trying to stifle a laugh. The contraction had passed, leaving me with a brief moment of reprieve.

"I can't find the thing, Cora! The thing we need!" he exclaimed, his hands flailing in the air, a picture of adorable desperation.

"What thing, Weston?" I asked, genuinely curious amid the waves of discomfort.

"The thing! The Thing! The thing for you to sit in!" he cried out, looking more frazzled by the second.

"The birthing tub?" I couldn’t help but chuckle. "You already set it up in the bathroom, remember?"

"Oh! Right..." He paused mid-pace, a look of relief washing over his face before being replaced by a new wave of anxiety.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Weston nearly tripped over his own feet rushing to answer it. He returned moments later with our pack doula, a calm and soothing presence that was much needed in our little storm of activity.

"Hi, Cora, how are you feeling?" the doula asked, her voice as serene as a still lake.

"I'm okay, just experiencing some contractions," I replied, managing a smile through the discomfort.

As the doula set her bag down and began to prepare, Weston hovered nearby, looking like he was ready to jump into action at any second. I could see the concern etched deeply in his features, his protective instincts in full display.

"Weston, sit down before you wear a hole in the carpet," I teased, attempting to ease his tension.

He obliged, but his knee bounced up and down, a clear sign of his inner turmoil. I reached out, placing my hand on his. "It's going to be okay," I reassured him, feeling another contraction building.

The pain was sharper this time, a reminder that our little one was on her way. I focused on my breathing, riding the wave of discomfort as it crested and fell.

The doula moved with practiced ease, checking on me and providing gentle guidance. "You're doing great, Cora. Just keep breathing."

Weston squeezed my hand, his eyes never leaving my face. "You're amazing," he whispered, a mix of awe and love in his voice.

As the afternoon sun began to dip lower in the sky, the contractions grew closer together, each one a bit more intense than the last. I knew it was almost time.

"Let's get you into the birthing tub," the doula suggested, helping me to stand.

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