Page 83 of His Rejected Alpha Mate
I ran a warm bath, wary of making it too hot since he was so close to giving birth. It was dangerous to have his temperature rise with the hot water. While being a shifter helped a lot during pregnancy, it was one thing that harmed shifters as much as humans.
We relaxed together in the scented warm water and I worked my way down Jasper’s back, massaging knots out and leaving him as limp as a noodle, all stress gone from his body.
Taking care of him, washing and drying him, was a pleasure. I couldn’t carry our child, but I could make his life easier by helping him with day-to-day tasks. We were a true partnership and I couldn’t love our life more. True, there may be threats on the horizon, but as long as I had him and our family, I knew we’d make it through.
I settled behind Jasper in our big bed. He had a pillow to support his bump and make sleeping more comfortable, but he shoved it aside and turned to face me, pupils blown wide with arousal.
Wriggling closer, he pressed his mouth to mine, tongue swiping along the seam of my lips before diving in. I returned the kiss, wrapping my arms around him, fingers finding the waves of his hair, his hard cock pressing against my leg. I wished he’d grow the curls out again as I used his hair to angle his head to take the kiss even deeper. He moaned against me, breaking away from the kiss. “I’m so empty.”
We were only in our underwear, the early autumn night unseasonably warm. “Turn over.” I urged. “Grab your pillow.”
“Why?”
“So I can do this.” I freed myself from my underwear and shifted a claw and cut his away carefully, the tip running over his delectable ass cheeks and making him shiver.
“Goddess! That felt amazing.”
“How about this?” Retracting the claw, I eased a finger inside him, testing how wet and ready he was for me. My groan was loud in the quiet room.
“Just fuck me already. I need it.” Jasper whined.
Pushing closer, I put the tip at his hole and teased us both, moving up and down over it, pushing just the tip in and withdrawing. The pleasure of just that inch inside him had my eyes rolling back in my head.
He surprised me by shoving back against me, impaling himself completely on my cock. He worked his hips, driving us both wild until he got too tired to keep going.
I eased him further onto his side. Picking up his top leg, I moved it onto the pillow so I could get inside him deeper. The angle was perfect. Hitting his spot with each thrust.
Moving inside him slowly, I caressed his body and kissed him. I poured everything that I felt about him into our lovemaking. Jasper was my world, and I wanted him to feel treasured. Adored.
His body was perfect. Skin silky under my fingertips. The clench of his muscles around my cock threatened to end this before I could make him reach his peak. I desperately wanted him to get there soon. My knot tingled, and I pushed it back.
My thrusts became wilder. Rougher. Pushing in as deep as I could go, I reached into his underwear and stroked him in time to each one, holding back my orgasm as best I could.
The bite of pain from holding it back almost did me in. I felt the tell-tale signs Jasper was close. Leaning forward, I bit down on his mating mark, not breaking the skin but sending an electric jolt through him. He erupted over my hand and his stomach. His hole clenched around me and it was game over.
I let go of my control over my knot. It grew, locking me inside Jasper as he came down from his high, breathing heavy and skin shiny from sweat. My seed spurted inside him, my bear content at keeping our mate filled and blissed out.
Wrapping him in my arms, I kissed him softly. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
We lay entwined until my knot shrank. When I tried to ease out to get us cleaned up, Jasper clasped my arms. “No, stay.”
“Are you sure?”
“Hmm,” he said sleepily. “I need it. My fox wants it. Need to feel you all night.”
I couldn’t say that I hated the idea. My bear grumbled contentedly at the thought of keeping our mate full all night. The freedom to sleep like this was a treat that we had to take advantage of.
“Okay then, night, Jas.”
The heat got too much in the night, and we gravitated to our own sides of the bed. Jasper woke me in the early hours going to the bathroom. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He whispered despite the empty house.
“It’s okay.” My eyes had snapped open at the flush of the toilet, my bear on alert that our mate was missing.
He climbed onto the bed and shuffled over to me, straddling my lap. “You are so beautiful, Dakota.” He kept his voice low as his fingers traced my features. His lips followed, placing little kisses everywhere that he touched. “I’m so glad you are mine. So perfect.”
He worked lower, tracing a path down my chest and over my nipples, igniting a fire in my gut. I needed him again.
