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I’d danced pack dances, and I’d danced the unstructured wiggling that went with rock music, but I’d never danced like this. It was amazingly intimate, like sex, only to music. It took me a few steps to figure out how to follow him around the room, but once I stopped thinking so hard about it, all I needed to concentrate on was the warm brown of his eyes, and the way he smelled, and how I couldfeelhim even though we only touched where his hands were on me.
“Fun?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I thought you might like it,” he said, whirling me around him in a dizzying spin.
It made me laugh and lose my balance. I fell against him, and then decided I liked this easily as much as I liked the dancing. “There’s other things we could do, since we’re locked in for the night.”
“Do you have any suggestions?”
His arms closed around me and I shut my eyes for pure joy. “Yes, but you’re overdressed.”
“I’ll fix that.” He scooped me up into his arms and carried me into the bedroom. “Fix your overdressed problem too.” He laid me on the bed, and I stole a kiss before he stood up again.
Abel grinned and stepped back, the jacket of his suit slipping down his arms as he went. I got up to my knees to watch, the baby turning slow somersaults in my belly, reminding me of all that Abel had given me.
He folded the jacket and laid it carefully on the dresser. It might have been care for the suit, new and not inexpensive, but to me it looked like a slow, teasing strip, and it made blood rush to my groin in anticipation. I ran my hands over my chest, undoing the buttons of my shirt, one in return for every one that Abel undid. A sexy tit-for-tat. He soon noticed what I was doing, and his grin took on a predatory slant that drew an answering one from me.
It wasn’t so long ago that an expression like that would have made me cringe; not anymore.
Our shirts came off at the same time, and he leaned in for a kiss. I reached for the fastening of his pants, and he opened mine. We helped each other out of our clothes, no less careful of them now than before, but it only added to my rising arousal. I could barely wait.
Abel reached for me, his bare skin like a drug against mine. I moaned and pulled him close, my hands splayed over his upper back while he kissed along my neck. He knew my body almost better than I did now, and every touch set off an inferno that spread out like a wildfire gone mad. Slowly, he pressed forward, his arm behind my back guiding me down onto the mattress. He laid down beside me—the baby was too big now for him to stretch out between my legs, but I didn’t see it as a negative. This way, he was free to roam over my body, his touch waking my nerves like lightning beneath my skin. I moaned and pawed at him, spreading my legs in a desperate plea for his attention.
His breath shuddered out of him and his hand clenched momentarily into a fist before he spread it over the center of my chest and ran it firmly the length of my body, claiming me as surely now as he had the night of our mating. He cupped my balls, handling them gently as teased me with pleasure and promise. I raised my mouth for another kiss and buried my fingers in his short-cropped hair. His beard tickled against my lips and the hand on my balls moved to knee, silently urging me to roll up on my side.
Oh, yes.I did as he urged, putting my back to him, his cock burning against the backs of my thighs. He reached between us, the brush of his hand along my flank making me moan and shove my hips back at him, and then he was pushing inside and I cried out in welcome.
“I love you, Bax,” he whispered against my ear and thrust home.
This was slower, gentler, than we usually were. He loved me thoroughly and forever, carrying me to the brink, then slowing down to make it last, taking care that I lacked for nothing. His hand spread protectively over our baby and I put mine over his, both of us together, our hands, our baby. Our love and devotion and sheer luck in finding each other.
That swirl of power inside me reached for his. He started when they first touched, then relaxed as they danced together. I could feel his pleasure as I felt mine, his desire, the need to protect, the delight he took in my growing belly. My mate and my home.
Abel brought me close to that joyful edge again. I thought he might pull me back again, like he had already three or four times, but through that strange connection, I felt his need to complete this expression of love. He thrust harder, holding me tight against him, and I cried out as his cock pressed over and over against the heaviness of my womb, and that place inside that brought me nearly as much pleasure as Abel himself did. His breath was hot as he buried his face against my neck and cried out in his own pleasure, the swelling of his joy inside me triggering my own orgasm, and I clutched at his protective arm as the ecstasy of it all bent me double.
Abel laid his cheek against the back of my neck as we rested in the afterglow. The baby stretched, as if he too had taken some enjoyment in our lovemaking. Abel chuckled behind me.
“Busy little fellow.”
“Mmm. Takes after Pap.” I pulled his arm closer around me and smiled as my eyes drifted closed. “I’m glad we came.”
“Even after the restaurant?”
“Even then.”
“Good.” He yawned and wrapped himself around me, his limbs going heavy with sleep.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
At Montana Border, I stayed with the pups in the cheap hotel room we’d rented while the rest of our group went to the enclave. Small mercies, it didn’t seem like Roland had let Orvin know about me and the nearly four-month pup in my belly. I wasn’t sure what would have happened if he had known, but Abel was ready to negotiate a higher price for Jason if Orvin complained.
The solar panels went up quickly, and soon Orvin was the proud owner of a house run entirely by solar—at least, during the summer months. He’d have to turn his regular power back on for the winter, but even this small bit, plus the money from the judgment, would help, and I truly wished them luck.
Before they left, he and Mac signed the mating contract, and Jason officially became Jason Mercy Hills in the eyes of the pack.
Orvin invited us all back to the enclave that evening to celebrate Jason’s official mating. I dressed nicely and got the pups into their good clothes, then waited for everyone else to get ready and worried about going. I didn’t trust these people after hearing about Jason’s experience, and the swell of my belly proclaimed me a part of his group, this strange thing called True Omega. But Abel was right—they would know eventually, and it was perhaps easier to beg forgiveness in person.
