Page 5 of Alpha's Heir

He leaned in to kiss the hollow of my throat, his lips trailing a path of fire along my skin. His touch was both gentle and possessive, a testament to the complex dance of emotions that fueled our connection. I reached for him, my fingers finding the contours of his muscular chest, tracing the lines and ridges of his body with a hunger of my own.

The anticipation and desire built between us, an unspoken promise of passion and love that transcended words. In this moment, I knew that no matter what challenges the enchanted forest or our world may throw our way, we would face them together—for our family, for our love.

As our bodies pressed close, skin against skin, I couldn't help but marvel at the magnetic pull between us. Desire still smoldered, an unquenchable fire that refused to fade. This was our sanctuary, where the troubles of the world dissolved into nothingness.

Weston's touch sent sparks of pleasure coursing through me. His hands roamed with an urgency and familiarity that stirred memories of passion and longing. In this intimate dance, words weren't necessary; our bodies spoke a language of their own.

"This feels familiar," I whispered, my voice heavy with desire.

Weston's eyes, dark with longing, met mine. "How so?" he asked, his voice husky.

I smiled, my fingers tracing a teasing path along his body. "Well... you know, this baby didn't just come out of thin air."

A low, rumbling growl escaped Weston's lips, a sound that was both primal and filled with delight. He understood my playful insinuation, and the connection between us deepened. He responded in kind, his touch setting my senses ablaze.

"Yes," he murmured, his hand gently caressing my lower belly. "I think I remember that."

As our passion flared anew, I marveled at the profound connection we shared. Our bodies moved together in a symphony of desire and love, each touch and caress a testament to the depth of our emotions.

With our words hanging in the air, I decided that actions spoke louder than any teasing remark. My fingers curled around Weston's hardness, eliciting a deep, guttural groan from him. His reaction, a potent mixture of desire and longing, sent shivers of anticipation coursing through me.

"You're right," I purred, my voice sultry and laced with hunger. "It is a shame we can't do it again… right now."

Weston's eyes darkened with primal need. "Damn right," he growled, his grip on my lower belly tightening. "Knowing you're carrying my baby... it's the sexiest thing ever."

I couldn't help but smile, my heart swelling with love for this man who claimed me so possessively. His words, raw and unfiltered, fueled the fire that burned between us. It was a connection that ran deeper than any physical desire; it was a bond of souls.

"Well then," I whispered, my voice husky with desire, "I guess I'll have to find another way to make you feel good."

Without another word, I slipped beneath the sheets, my lips and tongue working their magic. The sensations were electric, a potent mix of pleasure and emotion that left us both breathless.

As I wrapped my lips around him, I savored the taste and texture of his desire. Weston's reactions, his moans and groans, were music to my ears, an intimate symphony of our love. In this moment, our connection was absolute, and nothing else in the world mattered.

As I lavished Weston with my affection, I could feel the tension slowly melt away from his body. It was as though the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders, and it filled me with a profound sense of satisfaction. I loved being able to provide him with this kind of release, to offer him solace in the heat of the moment.

Although I held a position of power in our pack, there was something intensely gratifying about surrendering to him like this. It was an unspoken agreement between us, a testament to our bond. I cherished the way he took control, his hands gripping my hair as he guided me, showing his dominance and need.

He thrust himself deeper, and I eagerly followed his lead, relishing the taste and texture of him. It was a dance of desire, an intimate exchange that left us both panting with need. I reveled in the sensations, the wetness between my thighs growing with each passing moment.

Our connection, both physical and emotional, was palpable. It was a raw, primal force that bound us together, transcending rank and hierarchy. In this moment, we were simply two souls entwined in a fiery passion.

As Weston's movements became more urgent, I could sense his impending release, a culmination of our desire and love. The world outside our intimate cocoon ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the electric connection between us.

With each passing second, our desire continued to build, the flames of passion burning brighter and hotter. We were two halves of a whole, lost in a world of sensation and pleasure, our love transcending time and space.

Chapter four

Weston

AsCorapleasuredmewith such skill and enthusiasm, it was impossible not to marvel at the incredible woman she was. She was my mate, my wife, and now the mother of our child, a testament to our love and the strength of our bond.

The sensations were incredible, her warm, wet mouth enveloping me with a tantalizing heat that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through my body. I loved the way she looked up at me with those bright green eyes, her gaze locking onto mine as she took me into the depths of her throat.

I couldn't help but thrust into her mouth, the overwhelming desire building within me. Our connection, both physical and emotional, was a blazing fire that fueled my need for her. I wanted to lose myself in her, to surrender to the intense pleasure she was capable of providing.

As I neared the brink of climax, I managed to utter, "Cora... you need to stop if you want—" But she had other plans. With a seductive glint in her eyes, she took control once more, stroking my base while keeping my tip between her lips. The sensation was mind-blowing, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

I released myself with a guttural groan, my body shuddering with the intensity of my release. It was a culmination of our desire and love, a physical manifestation of our connection. Cora drank me down, her actions mirroring the depth of our passion.

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