Alpha's Pregnant Mate

12 - Primal

Hazel eyes sparkled with mischief as she held his gaze. The air around them thickened, loaded with static until they both could feel it prickling their skin. He felt his desire for her burn brightly, a spark turning into an inferno he couldn’t stop. But they both stood still, watching the other, basking in the heat that was rising between them.

A shaky breath left her lips, lips he desperately wanted to kiss. He wanted to kiss every single part of her body and make her succumb to his touch.

“What... what is a claim mark?” she asked out of the blue. She didn’t even know where that question came from, but she remembered Jake mentioning it. Ethan said he’d claim her. But what does it really mean?

His fingers brushed over the side of her neck, applying minor pressure right beneath her ear. The simple touch ran a shiver down her spine, making her feel all kinds of things at once. It was almost overwhelming.

“This—” his voice husky and thick with lust, “—is where a wolf marks his mate,” he leaned in to press his lips where his fingertips had been a second before.

“Why?” she whispered, her hands curling into his woolen jacket. She wanted to be closer to him, to climb into his body and be forever his.

“So that everyone knows that you belong to me!”

“Who says I belong to anyone?”

“The law of nature,” he chuckled and nibbled at her skin.

“Sounds to me like those laws were made by possessive alpha males.”

“Yes,” he agreed and leaned back to look at her, their noses brushing against each other, “yes, I am!”

A soft breath left her lips when he brushed his lips against hers. She could have sworn she heard him purr, almost like a cat, which was odd since he was anything but.

"A claim mark will complete the bond between mates. It'll be more than you can imagine. More than you ever thought was possible. If you think your world is changing right now-" he inhaled deeply, sucking in her scent, "-you have no idea what is coming for you, little doe."

"You?" she asked, trying to sound innocent but failing miserably.

"Me!" he growled and wrapped her hair around his wrist, pulling her head back so he could attack her neck with soft love bites and kisses. "It will be me you'll miss when you're alone," he whispered against her skin, "It will be me you'll see in your dreams. I will listen to you when you need me to listen. I will love you every second of every day. I am your present and I am your future!"

"You... can't make such promises," she said.

But he placed both his hands on her cheeks and looked at him long and hard, "yes, I can!"

"But you don't even know me."

"I know enough," he stated, "I know that you belong to me and there is no doubt about it. Everything else will come with time. Trust me!"

"I do trust you," she wasn't lying. She did trust him. Everything he just told her somehow on some strange level made sense to her. It was like sand running through an hourglass. But instead of symbolizing time running out, it simply meant that a whole lot of tiny pieces were slowly coming together. Becoming one.

He didn't answer her. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her deeply. He meant every word he said. He didn't know exactly where they came from, but he would do anything in his power to keep those promises. No matter what. No matter how hard it was. No matter how different they were. He would make this work. One way or another. And most of all, he would always love her, want her, challenge her, and protect her!

Her small hands slid under his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. She only broke their kiss to take his shirt off. Her hands slid over his firm chest, loving how he felt under her palms. His skin was so smooth, yet he was solid like a rock. Could he be real? Could it truly be that he was made for her?

"What are you thinking?" he asked, his finger under her chin as he lifted her gaze to meet his.

“Will I wake up and find out this was all just a dream?”

“I won’t let you,” he purred darkly, before he dropped to his knees in front of her, deliberately slowly taking off her jeans. He had her step out of her underwear before he placed hot kisses on her thigh.

“Take off that sweatshirt,” he commanded her, looking up at her, waiting for her to comply. She did. Standing before him naked, her skin overheated and her mind hazy and utterly confused as she tried to make sense of her feelings for this man. This stranger she had met only yesterday. It felt like she had known him forever though. She didn’t feel ashamed of herself as he stared at her. She knew he wasn’t looking for flaws. He wasn’t here to make her feel miserable and small.

He was the kind of man who would keep his promises to her, and she suddenly understood that she wouldn’t take anything less. She wouldn’t want to be with anyone else but him.

Her fingertips gently brushed through his thick, brown hair, and like a cat with an itch, he leaned into her. His arm snaked around her thigh, tugging her closer. He wanted to taste her again. He wanted to hear her moan and sigh with pleasure. Pleasure, he gave her. He and no one else. She needed to understand that there was no alternative to this. It would always be him kissing her. Touching her. F*ucking her.

The scent of her arousal made him lose focus. It made him lose every sense of reality and shift into an alternate universe where it was just him and her. Lost in each other.

“Ethan,” she whispered his name, and he knew by the way she said it that she accepted her fate. Their fate.

Her fingers curled into his hair, and she pulled his head back. “I want you to undress!” she said, her demand filled with certainty and no room for doubt. He liked it when she tried to fight him for control over the situation. When she made demands he wasn’t going to meet. Or was he? She lifted her leg and pushed him back with her foot. “You are overdressed for the occasion, my alpha king.”

He could work with that title. He certainly was no king, but he would be hers if she would be his queen. He shook his head but got to his feet to take off his pants.

“Satisfied?” he asked, watching her as her eyes traveled down the length of his body. A small, knowing smile formed on her lips when her gaze dropped to his crotch. His desire for her was evident.

“Very!” She smirked and trailed a delicate finger down his stomach, to his eager c*ock. She kissed him at the same time she wrapped her hand around his shaft and leisurely pumped him a couple of times. A sound between a hum and a moan vibrated through his body.

“You know what I think?” she whispered against his lips, “I think that you. Are. Mine. Alpha!”

With a knowing smile, she sank to her knees and took him into her mouth. She was absolutely right. The lighthearted way she displayed control turned him on even more. He wouldn’t, no couldn’t give it up completely through. It wasn’t in his genes.

His fingers twisted into her hair holding her in place as he started to f*uck her mouth until she gagged and saliva dripped down her chin. Until her eyes filled with tears and she couldn’t breathe anymore. Until he hit the back of her throat and her nose touched his pubic area.

Her hands came up to push him back, but he held her there for a few more seconds before he released her and she gasped for air.

He put his fingers on her jaw and made her look up at him, “who am I?” he asked.

“Mine!” she wiped her face and stood up to point at the bed, “and I want to f*uck you!” it was a constant push and pull between them. But his kind of dominance didn’t scare her. It was consensual and she knew he would stop the moment she asked him to. It was his in nature to be dominant, but it had nothing to do with keeping her in check. He still managed to make her feel desired. He made her feel brave.

His smile spread lazily across his face as he backed away to lie down on his bed. “I’m all yours!” he started.

“Why thank you,” she chuckled and climbed on top of him. Her hair fell around her face as she leaned over him, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. Their souls recognize each other and there was no better explanation for it. It all somehow made perfect sense even though it’s absolutely crazy.

Ethan brushed her hair over her shoulder and lifted his head to kiss that sacred spot below her ear. He wanted to mark her so badly. She had no idea, but he wasn’t sure of the consequences.

“Do it!” she moaned softly as she reached between them and positioned him at her entrance, “I want to be yours, Ethan!” she lowered her body, dipping him deep into her core.

Her words echoed through his mind, triggering something primal inside of him. Something that wasn’t his to control anymore. It belonged to her and it would follow her each command.

His teeth lengthened while her body rocked his world. Shaking him to the core. He grabbed her and rolled her on her back.

“Say it!” he growled with one hard thrust inside her, “tell me who you belong to!”

“You,” she moaned, her head tilted back, exposing her neck to him. He didn't know enough about marking humans in order to go through with this, not while the human was pregnant at least, but he wasn't able to think straight. It holds back. To deny her his soul.

She screamed in ecstasy when his canines sank into her flesh. When the world stopped turning and burst into a million colors. When their souls became one and their bodies shook violently from the kind of high his claim provided.