Page 69 of The Alpha's Runaway Mate
I rock against him over and over, letting him move me where he wants me. My clit rubs against him and I moan out loudly. I rub my hands up my belly until I’m massaging my breasts, pulling on my nipples. He fucks me slow then fast. Then he slides out of me and quickly flips me so I’m onmy knees and he’s right behind me.
He surges into me and pulls me up so my back is flat against his front, his hand around my throat gripping it lightly. He kisses my neck directly in the spot where he left my mate mark. “Your such a dirty girl, Jess. So dirty for me.”
I moan wantonly. “Yes, Alpha.”
He growls and starts fucking into me harder and deeper. Oh God, I drop to my knees and he comes down over me as he grips my hips and with animal speed ruts into me over and over until I’m on the edge of falling. “Alpha, I’m so close. I’m almost there.”
“Don’t you dare fucking come until I tell you to,” He growls.
I whimper holding on for dear life. The way he moves inside me drives pleasure through me, the edges of my vision begin to blur and I know any second I’m tipping over the edge whether he tells me to or not.
“Come for me baby. Give me everything you have.” I break apart, coming harder than I ever have in my entire life. “That’s my girl, my mate. So fucking beautiful. I love you Jessica.”
EPILOGUE
JESSICA
The pack housesmells like home. Roasted meat, garlic, woodsmoke, and Brooke’s famous cinnamon rolls because apparently dinner always needs dessert. Kids are darting between tables, warriors are laughing too loud, and music hums from an old speaker that’s seen better days. The moon’s full and bright, silvering everything it touches.
It’s been a few months since Ethan. Since I stopped waking up expecting danger. Since I stopped running. The scars of my past don’t ache anymore, they remind me I survived.
Across the yard, Nolan’s arguing with Kolt about who’s on cleanup duty. He’s half-smiling, sleeves rolled up, forearms flexing while he points at the mountain of dishes like it personally offended him. Every time his laugh cuts through the noise, I feel it low in my chest. He catches me staring, of course, and gives me that stupidly smug grin that saysyeah, you’re mine and you know it.
I turn away before my heart bursts.
Paige, Brooke, and I are sitting together, plates empty, drinks sweating on the table. Brooke’s got that cat-that-ate-the-canary look. “You look happy,” she says finally, like she’s testing the words.
“I am,” I admit, smiling before I can help it.
Paige leans in, suspicious. “You’re glowing. Spill it. What’s going on with you? There’s something you’re not telling us and we all know it.”
I try to play it cool, but a grin slips out. “Maybe.”
Brooke gasps. “Oh, she’s got secrets.”
Paige narrows her eyes, finger pointing between us. “If you don’t start talking, I’m going to assume Nolan put a ring on it or,”
I glance down and rub my hand over my belly.
Brooke freezes. Paige’s jaw drops. “Oh my god,” Paige squeals so loudly half the pack turns our way. “You’re pregnant?”
I laugh, cheeks burning. “Surprise.”
Brooke slaps a hand over her mouth before she starts screaming, and Paige smacks my arm like I personally betrayed her by not saying anything sooner. “Iknewsomething was up! The way he keeps hovering over you like you might fall off a chair, ”
“Okay, okay,” I say, still laughing. “Yes. We’re having a cub.”
From across the yard, Nolan’s voice cuts through the laughter. “Jessica.”
He’s standing there now, tall and proud and completely giving himself away with that soft, knowing smile. His eyes are locked on me, blue as the damn sky.
He lifts a hand. “Quiet!”
The entire yard stills, even the pups freeze mid-chase.
Nolan’s gaze never leaves mine. “Looks like our pack’s getting a little bigger,” he announces, his voice carrying easy through the night. “Jessica and I are having a cub.”
For half a second, there’s silence. Then the entire yard erupts. Cheers, whistles, howls. Someone pops a bottle of beer like it’s champagne.
