Page 33 of Alpha's Secret Baby
Scenting my arousal, he growled in appreciation and pushed me back, pulling my lace knickers off of me. In a moment, his hand swept down my abdomen, thrusting a finger inside me and groaning again at the wetness that met him.
Gasping and arching against his fingers, I spread my legs wider. My legs hooked around his ass, bringing him closer to me.
“Doesmy mateneed something?” He teased, his voice deliciously throaty.
“Please,” I begged, nudging him towards me more. I felt the tip of his arousal against me, but he kept two of his fingers inside me, teasing my clit.
I whimpered, moaning as pleasure rippled through me. “Please, Dylan.” I gasped.
“Tell me what you want, mate?” He commanded. His assertive tone turned me into a puddle.
“I want your cock inside me, mate,” I said huskily. “Now.”
I felt him smile against my lips as he kissed me roughly, then spread my legs and entered me. With a rough thrust, he buried himself. I was so wet there was hardly any discomfort, only Dylan’s glorious fullness. He cradled me in his arms, watching with a look of awe as I quivered beneath him. That look alone seemed to undo me. I felt a fulfillment I hadn’t since the last time we’d been locked together like this.
Then Dylan rolled his hips, filling me with more of his delicious girth. I gasped, opening and arching against him to receive all of him until he was completely sheathed inside me. He plunged into me, and a tremor of pleasure shook through me. I bucked and cried out, already seeing stars. Dylan growled in appreciation, the sound sending me spiraling into another orgasm.
“Dylan,” I cried out as the wave of pleasure took me. I felt as if all I was this fluttering and contracting around him. I clung to my mate, my nails clawing into his back and my legs hooking around his ass. My ragged breaths merged with his as he rode me hard until his shoulders stiffened. The strong lines on Dylan’s face were so taut as he roared his release, and I gloried in the primal sight. As he collapsed against me, spent, I melted against him, feeling as if Ineverwanted to let him go.
The next day when my eyelids fluttered open to a dim room, it took me a moment to remember where I was. Then, memory tumbled back to me. I was in Dylan’sbed. He’d carried me here after we’d made love on the sofa, and I’d fallen asleep in his arms.
Raising myself on my elbow from the comfy mattress, I eyed the strong, muscled back next to me. For a moment, frustration needled through me. I’d triedsohard to resist his advances. The last week, I’d felt so confused by his constant nearness and his continued claim that I wasstillhis mate.
But my mind whirled back to our passionate lovemaking. I never thought he’d want me with the urgency he’d displayed last night. After he’d rejected me seven years ago, saying that our night together had been a mistake, I’d given up on us. But last night had shown me how much he wanted me. A delicious thrill rocked my body as I remembered his primal growls and groans as he’d marveled at my wetness. The memory of his domineering tone, ordering me to tell him what I wanted, echoed through me,“Tell me what you want, mate.”Then the magnificent sight of his face and body racked with pleasure as he spilled inside me, causing an ache to build between my legs again.
“Do you know howdeliciousyou smell, mate?” Dylan’s voice rumbled from beside me. In an instant, he’d turned around, and I was caged between his arms.
“Better than croissants?” I joked.
His eyes darkened with desire, and I felt the tell-tale hardness against my leg of his arousal. “Hmm, I might have to do atastetest.”
My core turned molten, and I grew wetter with anticipation. I watched his nostrils flare, loving his shifter senses as he scented me.
But he surprised me as he grew serious. “I know last night was a lot for you. After everything that’s happened lately.” He edged back, giving me space. “You’d tell me if you wanted to slow things down, wouldn’t you?”
His gentle concern reminded me of his loving confession last night. When he’d told me I was the cleverest, kindest, most caring person he knew. That I deserved a partner who appreciated me. Happiness soared through me as I remembered how he’d vowed so solemnly that he’d never betray me so long as he lived, and I believed him. Completely.
I softened, realizing I needed to tell him that hewasthe perfect partner for me. “Of course, I’d tell you. But I don’t want to slow down. I want you. I want us. You’ve made me believe that we can have what I wanted us to have seven years ago: a home and a family.” I paused, trying the word on my tongue as if tasting its sweetness as I added, “I want you, mate.”
The heat in his gaze intensified, and he planted a tender, lingering kiss on my lips.
“Speaking of family,” he ventured calmly. “Fern is my daughter, isn’t she?”
Heat prickled over my skin as, for the first time, I worried about telling Dylan that was so, but not because I feared he’d take her away, but because I worried he wouldn’t understand why I’d kept him from her.
I nodded. “She was conceived when we were together the night of your dad’s birthday.” I frowned. “I’m sorry I kept her from you, but–”
“I understand, Cherry,” he reassured me, caressing my face and making my worries vanish. “The past doesn’t matter. Just know that to have gotten back my mate, and discovered I have a daughter all in the same twenty-four hours, makes me the luckiest man alive.”
The joyful smile on his face was infectious, and I beamed at him too.
And as we laid more tender kisses upon one another, Dylan insisted on doing his “taste test,” and we were soon lost in the throes of passion once more.
Chapter 22 Dylan
I pulled Cherry back from the door to her apartment, bringing her body flush against mine, stealing another kiss from her sumptuous lips.
“Dylan,” she complained, “I’m going to be late for work.” But I heard the breathiness in her voice, betraying how little she minded the kisses and caresses I showered her with.