Page 238 of Claimed By the Rival Alpha
“Oh, Night.” I pulled him close to kiss him, needing that closeness, needing him to feel how deeply I loved him. “I have no idea how I would’ve felt or what I would’ve done if things were reversed. But none of that was your fault.” I pulled back, framing his face with my hands. “We can’t keep letting fear of the unknown stop us from living in the present, or we’ll keep hurting each other.”
He let out a tight breath. “You’re right. I’m sorry I’ve put you through so much.”
“I’m sorry, too. I know I haven’t been the most receptive to bad news lately. And before you say anything,” I rushed when I saw him open his mouth to protest, “I know I should be avoiding stressful things and taking it easy, but I still need to be a good partner to you. I can be there for youandtake things easy.”
He chuckled and moved his hand up my thigh to my waist to pull me onto his lap. Resting his chin on top of my head, he said, “My brave little mate. You keep reminding me why I love you.”
I laughed and relaxed against his chest. “So, I guess we should talk about Samuel, huh?”
“Yeah.” He sighed. “That was so…heavy. I’m glad you insisted on going together. I doubt I would’ve been as successful by myself.”
“If you can call that ‘successful.’” I sighed. “Cathy asked me to tell you she was sorry for snapping at you.”
His breath fluttered against my cheek. “Did she really?”
“Mmhm.”
“After the way she looked at me, I was sure she hated me because I’m alpha of the Wargs. I’m surprised she’d apologize to me when she didn’t do anything wrong.” He sipped his tea and set the mug on the table. “I’m still reeling from all of that.”
I nodded. “I think I told you that I remembered how tense things were back then. I’d heard about Samuel, but with him holed up inside his home, I had no idea he was like that. You were right when you said the Kings are still dealing with what happened ten years ago. I get the feeling that the entire pack just forced themselves to move forward, but you can’t leave something like that behind. We all remember. And Samuel, his parents, and the parents of those missing kids are living proof of that tragedy.”
Night let out a shaky sigh. “Bryn, seeing that poor kid so broken did something to me. All I could think about was our baby and how awful it would be if they went missing and were never found, or had come back so traumatized, they could hardly leave their room. Samuel’s parents have real strength, but I don’t know what I’d do if I experienced that.”
I felt something wet on my head, and I looked up, surprised to see Night with tears in his eyes. With the tip of my finger, I gently brushed away the tear that had escaped.
“I know what you mean,” I said. “All that time, I kept thinking how dangerous the world we’re bringing our baby into can be.” I kissed him gently. “But Night, my love, what happened to the Granbys couldn’t happen to us. We can be smarter parents whonever let their baby wander around unsupervised. And even if something did try to attack our baby, you are more than strong enough to protect them.” I kissed him again, gentler this time. “And guess what? Together, you and I are even stronger than you on your own. After the baby is born, I want you to train me so I can be a warrior like you.”
His eyes widened. “Bryn, are you sure? It’ll be really hard work.”
“I know, but when it comes to you, our baby, our family, and our packs, I know I can do anything. This way, I’ll be strong enough to protect them.”
“Bryn,” he sighed, kissing me slow and sweet. “You’re amazing.”
I deepened the kiss, adjusting myself in his lap so I was straddling him. He moaned gently against my mouth, his grip tightening on my waist. I pushed his shirt over his head, and my hands took their time exploring every inch of his chest and back. His muscles were hard beneath my palms, his skin smooth but for the faint ridges of his scars.
“Bryn,” he sighed again, sliding his hands under my shirt to caress my back.
I let him take off my shirt, then reached down to his pants, slipping my hand under the waistband. He let out a purring growl as I stroked his growing erection. I loved his girth in my hand, the warmth of it. I wanted it inside me, but I also wanted to taste him. I slid down to my knees in front of him as he watched me with eyes that had turned almost black with desire.
I ran my tongue up from the base of his cock to the tip, then back down. He held his lower lip between teeth that had grown slightly sharp since I started touching him. He twisted his fingers gently through my hair. Trailing my tongue back up, Icarefully took him into my mouth, circling the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue over and over again.
His breathing was heavy as his head tipped back. His hand twitched in my hair every so often as I bobbed up and down his length. I tasted the tang of his precum and picked up the pace. Cupping his balls gently in my palm, I massaged them between my fingers. The muscles in his thighs tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed with my motions. His hand tightened briefly in my hair.
“Bryn, I don’t know…” He stopped as pleasure shivered between his shoulders and down his back. “I don’t know if I can hold back.”
I looked up at him and smiled as best I could around his girth. My fondling hand and sucking mouth increased in speed, and he growled out a moan. His cock twitched against my tongue, and I kept up my speed.
Night gripped my hair, holding me still while he came. He gushed into my mouth—hot, salty, and slightly sweet. Cum flooded my mouth, so much that I couldn’t quite swallow all of it. When I came up for breath, a bit trickled down my mouth.
“Fuck, Bryn,” he said, looking down at me. “Fuck.”
I grinned at him, my tongue snaking out to catch what escaped. “Are you sure you’re up to that?”
He chuckled breathlessly. “Shall we find out?” He pulled me to my feet and into his lap again, but this time, my back was to his chest, and I was facing the decorative mirror on the opposite wall. Kissing my temple, he stroked his hand down my chest, fondling my breasts along the way. Transfixed, I watched his hand trailing down my stomach in the mirror.
He reached my panties, and his fingers elongated into claws to rip the fabric off me. He tossed the scraps casually to the side. I could see my wetness in my reflection, my pussy glistening even in the living room’s low lighting. I pulled my lower lip between my teeth as the pads of his fingers—human again, no longer claws—circled my clit. He applied gentle pressure as he fingered me. Sighing, I shivered against him.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, kissing my temple again and dragging his kisses down my neck. His fingers dipped inside me.
