Page 132 of Stolen By the Alpha Hunter
And then I’m unsettled, frustrated—because Javi is picking me up, pulling out. I stop him before he can, my mouth darting to his neck, and I find myself biting him on accident.
He rocks back in, driving home, and he hisses out a breath as I taste his blood. He fucks me desperately while I lap at the bite, another mark on him as he’s put so many on me. On the Rig, I had to pretend I belonged only to him, but here…he belongs to me too.
He’s mine. My Javi, my mate, mine.
Then we’re kissing again, desire licking along the corners of my mouth, down my neck, over my breasts.
Javi reaches for my sweater and yanks it off of me, tossing it into the grass—and then he’s at my breasts, sucking my nipples, playing and pinching and pulling.
My orgasms change. Before, they were sudden and overwhelming…but now they’re like waves on the sea, ebbing and flowing, pleasure overtaking me before it crashes and fades and returns again. I come again effortlessly, the moon shining down on us as Javi finds every bite mark and lavishes it with attention.
But I can still feel his knot teasing at my entrance, my pussy kissing down his length and clenching in an effort to draw him in. My wolf wants to be bred by her mate, to be knotted and claimed in the moonlight.
“Please, Javi,” I beg. “Please, I…”
His tongue rolls over my nipple and I find myself spiraling, unable to form words. Another soft orgasm surges and ebbs, making me forget what I even wanted.
Then he’s lifting me, my body finally pliant enough that I don’t resist Javi extracting himself. He turns me until I’m facedown in the grass, my knees down, my pussy pushed toward him and on full display. This… this is what he wanted.
And I realize it’s what I want too, to feel him drive into me the way he did the night he got me pregnant.
I see his pants tossed into the grass beside us, and then I feel his cock nudging at me.
And…there. Yes, right there.
He buries himself in me, his huge cock impaling me from behind. I gasp sharply when his knot slots into place and he rolls his hips, hitting every spot that’s been begging for him.
His hand runs down my spine and I realize his claws have come out, leaving light scratch marks across my skin. It’s a moment of self-awareness that strikes me as odd—the eye of the storm, before we go back into the fray.
I feel everything through the bond—pleasure, yeah, but also love and pain and even friendship growing between us. Every second we’ve spent together comes back to me, beautiful and ugly. Javi and I keeping our secrets, making love in the dead of night, laughing and continuing to hope despite the odds.
This is everything.Thisis what it means to have a mate.
Javi’s palms smooth over my back and he starts to quickly, deliberately thrust his hips, the knot tugging at my entrance and making my nerves fire all at once. I grab fistfuls of grass and earth as I fall back into the storm, lightning striking through my body, waves crashing through me. A groan rumbles in his chest and I meet him voice to voice, howling into the silver night.
Every touch is electric, every breath a cool breeze. And Javi’s hands, his cock, his thighs against mine, his claws biting into my skin—he’s my anchor.
I feel the tension rising, winding up. Javi increases his pace and his breath shudders out in a growl, and then he yanks meback by the shoulders to thrust as deep as he can. I let out a keening wail, arching my back, feeling like he’s in every inch of me as his seed fills me.
And there’s an unfamiliar heat…something that floods my lower belly and warms me like a sip of hot tea. I take gasping breaths as I come down from the adrenaline high, Javi running his hands up and down my back. I get the feeling this won’t be the last time we mate tonight—not by a long shot—but I’m ready for a moment of stillness when he takes me in his arms and gently lays us down in the grass, his knot still lodged inside.
His fingers trail down my arm and he presses a kiss to the crook of my neck, wrapping me in his embrace.
It’s chilly out, but Javi is warm, and my heat is just beginning. Even now, my arousal coats Javi’s cock, my inner walls massaging his knot and trying to pull him in deeper.
“I wanted to try a romantic gesture,” he mumbles against my ear.
“This was romantic,” I laugh. His cock twitches at the sound of my joy and I moan softly before continuing. “You don’t have to try so hard. Not now—not when we’re still figuring things out.”
His hand moves from my hip to my belly, his fingers splaying wide. Of course there’s no sign yet—I’m barely pregnant—but I know that he feels our baby all the same.
“I’m so excited to meet them,” he says, “but is it wrong that I wish we had more time? To be…us.”
“They won’t stop us from being us,” I whisper. “But I get it.”
His lips ghost over my ear, teeth on my earlobe.
“You deserve flowers,” he says. “Grand gestures, pretty words. I’m gonna spend my whole life trying to give you all that and more.”
