Page 25 of Alpha’s Twins (Alpha Kings Island #3)

Her words sink in, a weight and a lightness at the same time, and I look at her, a mix of disbelief and wonder. “Because of me?”

She nods, her expression soft. “Because of you.”

The realization is huge, and I feel Aiden’s grip on my waist tighten, grounding me. “You’re amazing,” he whispers, his breath warm against my ear, and I lean into him, feeling the truth of it. My cheeks burn under the weight of it, but I don’t fight it anymore.

The warmth of the afternoon stretches on, and I can’t stop smiling. I watch as the crowd begins to thin, the hugs and goodbyes lingering, the air full of laughter and promises to see each other soon.

“Get some rest,” Emily says, giving me one last squeeze. “We’ll be back in a few days. I want to see that bump grow.”

I laugh, the sound light and easy. “I’m sure it will,” I say, and I catch Aiden’s gaze, the warmth in his eyes clear to see.

Eventually, it’s just us, the house quiet and still. The garden is still a riot of flowers, its wild magic a perfect reflection of how I feel inside. Alive.

“Come on,” Aiden says, his voice tender as he pulls me toward the house. “You should rest.”

I shake my head, the thought of being away from him more than I can bear. “I’m not tired,” I protest, but he lifts me into his arms, cradling me against his chest.

“Let me take care of you,” he says, and there’s a gentle insistence in his tone that I can’t ignore.

He carries me upstairs, and I feel the heat of his skin, the strength in his arms, and the overwhelming, undeniable need for him. My body is more awake than I am, and I can feel the heat pooling low in my belly.

He pushes the door open with his foot, and I expect him to set me down on the bed, but he doesn’t. Instead, he sits, pulling me into his lap, holding me like I’m something precious and fragile. Like I’m everything.

I look at him, the intensity in his eyes, and I can’t hold back.

I kiss him, hard and hungry, my mouth desperate on his.

He groans, the sound low and deep, and my sense of need feels overwhelming.

My hands are in his hair, pulling him closer, and I feel the wild beat of my heart, the wild beat of his, and I know I need him. I need him now.

“Serena,” he breathes, pulling back slightly, his eyes dark with want and concern. “Are you sure you’re okay? I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to—”

I cut him off with another kiss, fierce and insistent, my body pressing against his. “I’m okay,” I say, honestly.

Suddenly, he flips me onto my back, his hands sliding under my shirt, and I can feel the heat of his touch and the urgency of his movements.

He kisses me again, hard, before moving down my body, his lips trailing fire across my skin.

My breath catches as he pulls my pants down, his eyes locked on mine, dark and full of intent.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, his voice a low growl, and the words send a shiver down my spine, a warmth spreading from my core.

I gasp as his mouth finds my most sensitive skin, his tongue flicking against my clit, and the heat coils tighter, sharper.

I grip the sheets, my body arching off the bed, and I feel a dizzying rush of pleasure, overwhelming and consuming.

He holds my soft hips, pulling me closer, his mouth relentless and hungry, and I moan, the sound raw and desperate.

The world blurs, and I feel tension building in my core, radiating through my entire body.

A tight, insistent pressure that drives me wild, and I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but feel.

I tangle my fingers in his hair, urging him closer, and he groans against me, the vibration sending a shockwave through my entire body.

“Aiden,” I cry, his name a plea as he pushes two fingers gently into my tight channel, pushing me over the edge.

“Fuck,” he groans as I squeeze his fingers, my juices coating his hand as he pumps them in and out of me, riding me through my orgasm.

He moves back up my body, his lips finding mine as he kisses me deeply, and I taste myself on him, the sweetness mingling with the heat of his mouth.

I’m breathless, my body trembling, but I want more. I want him.

I pull at his clothes, my hands frantic, and he lets me strip him, his skin hot against mine, and his hard length presses against me. I moan, a desperate, needy sound that only makes him harder.

He hesitates, his eyes searching mine, and I see the concern, the care. “I won’t break,” I whisper, wrapping my leg around his waist to pull him closer.

He groans, the sound ripped from his chest, and he pushes into me, slowly and carefully, filling me completely. I gasp, the sensation intense, and he stills, letting me adjust, his breath hot against my neck.

“Goddess, Serena,” he says, his voice a husky growl. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Move. Please,” I beg, my body tightening around him, and he does, pulling out and thrusting back in, long and slow, every stroke deliberate, sending shockwaves through me.

I gasp, feeling every inch of him, and he thrusts again, harder this time, the movement sending my body arching off the bed. I moan, the sound filling the room, and he grips my hips, his fingers digging into my soft flesh as he moves inside me, faster, more urgent.

The pressure builds, a tight, coiling heat, and I can’t hold back, can’t do anything but feel him, all of him, stretching me, filling me.

His mouth finds mine, swallowing my cries, and I claw at his back, pulling him closer, deeper.

He groans, a raw, guttural sound, and his thrusts grow more frantic, the rhythm wild and all-consuming.

I feel the tension snap, the heat exploding through me, and I cry out, my body shaking with the force of it. “Aiden,” I scream, the name breaking from my lips with my release, and he follows, his body tensing, his moans mingling with mine as he spills into me, hot and fierce.

And then I see it.

The room is filled with flowers, vibrant and wild, pouring in through the open window and covering every surface.

The colors are bright, impossibly bright, and I gasp, feeling the pulse of magic, alive and untamed.

I can barely look at Aiden, wondering what he’ll say, but when I do, I see a wide smile stretching across his face.

He leans down and kisses me deeply. “You are beautiful. Everything you do is beautiful.”

“We’re going to have a beautiful life,” I say, tears springing to my eyes as he nods and then leans down to kiss my gently rounded stomach. Eventually, his kisses become more passionate, and I realize he’s going to take me again, and I know I’m finally exactly where I belong.

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THE END