Page 45 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha
Julian shifts before I feel my body being lifted into the air. I curl myself closer to him, breathing in his scent and letting it wash over me. The flames cower for a moment, the heat settling with his aroma. I can hear his heartbeat quicken as he carries me to my bedroom, sensing his nervousness through the broken matebond. One of his hands leaves my body to push the door open, and my scent invades me. A few quick footsteps later, I feel him sliding onto the bed, not letting me go.
“I kept the light off,” he mumbles, tucking my head under his chin.
“Thank you,” I say, opening my eyes and finding my face next to his neck. I watch him swallow as I let out a sigh, my breath fanning against his skin. The action mesmerizes me for a moment, and the flames take their chance to rear inside me. I gasp, curling into a ball, and try to ride out the pain.
“Hannah, I can help you,” Julian says, slowly rubbing my back.
“I don’t want sex,” I state, gritting my teeth.
“I can do more than just fuck you,” he retorts, and I roll my eyes.
“Like what?” I ask, taking a sharp breath.
“I can relieve some of the pain with just my fingers, only if you’ll allow me to.” He sounds so sincere when saying this; his offer is just that—an offer that I can either accept or deny. I can tell that having him here has helped keep my heat just barely under control. I know only my mate’s touch can help me get through this, just like I helped Julian get through his rut five years ago.
“F-fine,” I stutter out.
“Help me,” Julian takes a shaky breath, his right hand slowly moving down my bare skin. I shiver as his touch cools my skin wherever his hand glides down, and I sigh with slight relief.
“Spread your legs, Hannah,” he says softly, his lips close to my ear. I comply, gently uncurling my body from the ball I was in. His fingers move down my side, over my hip. I whimper, the mate bond sparks fighting the flames. Then his finger finds my entrance, his index finger moving in slow circles. A moan escapes my lips, and I spread my legs further; he takes this as his cue to slip his finger inside me, maintaining the slow, circular massage as he teases me. From the slight squelching sound, I know I am soaking wet, my body readying itself to be filled with more than just his finger.
“More?” he asks, his voice strained and his breathing quickening.
“More,” I agree with a moan, my eyes fluttering closed. Another finger is inserted into me, slowly moving against my soaking walls. I gasp when he hits a certain spot, my core clenching slightly. He repeats this, hitting that perfect spot and building a bubble of pleasure within me. I spread my legs further, his touch corralling the flames to just my core as the pleasure builds until my walls clench and stars cross my vision in the darkness. He continues to move his fingers until I come down from my orgasmic high, my breaths coming in short pants.
“Better?” he asks, sliding his fingers out of me.
“Better,” I sigh, relaxing into my bed.
Julian chuckles, pulling me against his body. “If it gets bad, let me know, and I will finger you into another orgasm,” he whispers, the words sounding sweet and sincere despite how lewd they actually are.
“What if it gets so bad that your fingers aren’t enough?” I find myself asking, already knowing that the large bump touching my thigh is Julian’s erection trapped in his pants.
“Then you tell me what you need, and I will do that,” he answers, his words reassuring me because I can feel the flames licking at my body, preparing for another strike.
“Is Saben with Jiya?” I ask, closing my eyes. I love my son, but I do not want him to see me in this state. Goddess only knows what my little boy would do if he knew Julian was holding my naked body. Hell, he might think that he is getting a little sibling, and I am not ready for that.
“Yes. She came and took him earlier after interrogating me,” Julian answers, making me chuckle. Of course, Jiya would interrogate Julian, the alpha king, without fear. That woman is a spitfire, and I have been the victim of one too many of her strict “motherly talks” in the last five years.
“She means well,” I say, prompting another chuckle from Julian.
“I know. She is protective of you, and I can’t help but respect her guts,” he muses, making me grin.
“Saben loves her, too, so you can’t get mad at her,” I warn, eliciting another deep chuckle from Julian and feeling his hard cock twitch against my thigh. The mate bond hums happily, knowing that Julian is holding himself back and letting me set the pace.
“Trust me, I figured that out from how he calls her Granny Jiya,” he reassures me, his fingers moving to draw lazy circles on my skin.
I shiver, opening my eyes and looking up to find Julian watching me. There is an intensity in his gaze, deep and domineering. He wants me; I know he wants me, and deep down, as much as he has hurt me, I want him, too. I am just scared to accept him back after all that I have built.
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Her heat has subsided for now, and the pain from the flames has simmered down with my help. Now, Hannah is fast asleep again, getting her rest during the small reprieve she has when the flames aren’t licking at her from the inside, demanding to be fucked and bred.
She smells so good, good enough to eat. I wish I could just kiss her and make love to her, but I can’t. Hannah has her guard up against me, and I understand why. Just before she fell asleep, her eyes met mine, and in that moment, I saw the same want and need she has for me that I have for her. She is just scared, and I don’t blame her.
She has so much going for her here in Haven Trail. She has a pack. A home. A family. All the things I took away from her five years ago when I banished her from the royal pack. I know she is afraid of losing all of this if she accepts me back as her mate.
