Page 15 of Bully Alpha’s Pregnant Mate (Starfire Hollow Alphas #2)

The second Isadora grabs my hand and tugs me into the woods, I know I’m in trouble. This isn’t some mild attraction simmering between us anymore—it’s wildfire-hot, impossible to ignore. I’m all too aware of her hand in mine, her body just inches away, her confident strides through the dark as she leads the way with that same fire in her eyes that I just saw tearing Molly to shreds.

That confrontation… it was… well, damn, if it wasn’t the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long time. Watching her, my luna, tell Molly exactly where she could stick her petty insults was more satisfying than I’d ever admit.

And it’s probably best I don’t try to, because at this rate, I don’t trust myself to string together a coherent sentence.

“Someone’s in a hurry,” I comment, and a low chuckle escapes me despite the tightness in my chest. My voice sounds rough even to my own ears, but Isadora just glances back. She has that little smirk, the one she gets when she’s planning something dangerous.

“Oh, you noticed?” she teases, her tone as sweet as honey and twice as tempting. She pulls me along faster, and I watch the way her hips sway as she leads us down a path that I could navigate blindfolded, though right now, I’m too distracted by the scent of her in the night air, the quiet rustling of leaves around us, and the memory of her in Molly’s face, fierce as anything.

It takes everything I have to keep my pace measured, not to just grab her and push her up against the nearest tree. We’re so close now, and the last thing I want is to rush this, to ruin the moment.

She glances back at me over her shoulder, and there’s a mischievous glint in her eye as if she knows exactly what she’s doing. “What’s the matter, Alpha? Having trouble keeping up?”

“Funny, Isadora,” I growl softly. “Someone seems pretty eager to get back to our place.”

She laughs, low and husky, and it’s enough to send another jolt straight through me. “Maybe I just have places to be.” She stops, turning to face me, still holding my hand as she takes a small step back, pulling me closer. “And here I thought you’d finally caught on.”

I’m close enough now to see the flush in her cheeks, the way her blue eyes seem brighter, more intense. Close enough to feel her warm breath against my skin. And apparently, close enough for her to reach up, slip her hand to the back of my neck, thread her fingers through my hair, and pull me down until her lips are a whisper away.

“Oh, I’ve caught on,” I tell her as I let my hands settle on her waist, holding her just tight enough that she can feel the way she’s driving me out of my mind. “But you should know something.”

“Yeah?” She tilts her head, her mouth curving into a smile that’s pure mischief.

I let my hands drift lower to trace her hips, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric. “I don’t do things halfway. When I start something, I finish it.”

Her breath hitches, and for a moment, she just stares up at me. Her gaze is smoldering. Then she stands on her tiptoes, pressing her body against mine, and her lips brush against my jaw as she whispers, “Good. Because neither do I.”

It’s all the invitation I need. I close the distance, capturing her mouth in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. It’s desperate, hungry, like all the tension between us has finally broken free and now there’s nothing left but the heat and the fire we’ve both been holding back.

She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, her fingers digging into my shoulders as if she’s afraid I might pull away. Not a chance. I deepen the kiss, letting her feel exactly how much she’s been driving me crazy, how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.

We break apart just long enough to catch our breath, and I take the chance to study her face, her flushed cheeks, her half-lidded eyes. She looks up at me, breathless and smiling, and it’s all I can do not to pull her back in.

“Still think we can make it home?” she whispers, a glint of challenge in her eyes.

“Not a chance,” I murmur, and then my mouth is on hers again, and nothing else in the world matters.

I kiss her deeper, rougher, letting every ounce of desire bleed through. She meets me, giving back as good as she gets, her hands sliding down my chest, gripping the fabric of my shirt. It’s like something has ignited inside her and now it’s burning us up, consuming everything else.

We stumble backward, crashing into a tree. I use the momentum to lift her, pinning her against the bark. She breaks the kiss just long enough to laugh, a soft, breathless sound, and I take the opportunity to trail kisses down her throat. Her head falls back against the tree, and she arches into me, digging her fingers into my shoulders and urging me on. I nip lightly at her skin, feeling her pulse hammer beneath my tongue, and a soft moan escapes her.

The sound is pure sin, and I need to hear it again.

I move back up, kissing along her jaw, her neck. The little gasps and sighs she makes are intoxicating. I keep a firm grip on her waist, and her legs wrap around me, pulling me closer, so close I can feel the heat of her through our clothes.

She shifts, grinding against me, and the friction is torture. My whole body is tense, aching for more. Every movement draws a low growl from my throat.

Isadora leans back just enough to look at me, and her smile is all sinful promises. Her hand moves lower, tracing the outline of my cock through my jeans, and she lets out a low laugh when my hips jerk at her touch.

I tighten my grip, and her eyes widen a little. “You sure about this?” I ask.

She nods, biting her lip. “Yes. Now, Alpha, don’t make me wait.”

It’s a command, not a question, and there’s a note of impatience in her voice that has my blood running hot.

I grin, dipping down to nip at the sensitive spot beneath her ear, and she squirms in my grasp, letting out a shaky breath.

“So demanding,” I murmur, teasing her as I press closer, and the friction of our bodies is nearly unbearable. I reach down, hiking her dress up over her hips.

She shifts, helping me pull her underwear down, and I’m almost dizzy with how badly I want her. When I touch her, she’s already slick with arousal, and she moans softly, rolling her hips into my touch. I stroke her once, twice, teasing her. She whimpers, gripping the back of my neck.

I claim her mouth again, slipping two fingers inside her. Her hips buck, trying to pull me deeper. I work her, curling my fingers just right, and the moan she makes is so delicious, I almost lose it.

But this is our first time, and I intend to take my time.

My other hand moves up to cup her breast through her dress, teasing the soft skin with light, fleeting touches, and she whimpers. I keep working her with my hand, slow and steady, watching her reaction as she comes undone. She’s gorgeous like this, flushed and panting and so, so eager. I want to see all of her, hear all the delicious sounds she’ll make when I’m finally inside her.

I pull away, and the needy sound she makes is a mix of frustration and desperation.

“Shh, beautiful. Let’s get this off,” I whisper, tugging her dress up over her head and tossing it aside. She reaches for me, fumbling with my belt, and the impatient way she tries to strip me bare has heat pooling in my stomach.

She shoves my pants down, and I’m so fucking ready, my cock throbs with need. I lower her feet to the ground and take a step back. The way the moonlight hits her pale skin, the flush in her cheeks, the lustful haze in her eyes—it’s enough to make my heart stop.

“Come here,” she says, reaching for me, and the needy, commanding tone has me stepping forward.

She closes the distance, her hand wrapping around my length, stroking me with a grip just tight enough to make me groan.

“God, Isadora,” I grit out, and then her lips are on mine again, her teeth nipping at my bottom lip. It’s almost too much.

She gives me a few more strokes, then drops to her knees. I feel the rush of cool air as she does. Her tongue drags over the head of my cock, and the sensation sends a shockwave of pleasure through me. She looks up at me through those thick lashes. There’s a devilish smirk on her face as she takes me in her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groan, tangling my hand in her hair as she hums around my cock. The vibration has my vision blurring, and I can’t help but thrust a little, trying to find some release from the overwhelming sensations.

She takes me deep, working me with her mouth and hands. Her lips are red and swollen. When she pulls back, she licks a line up the underside of my shaft, and the sight alone almost makes me come. I thrust a few more times, and she moans around my cock, taking me deep.

I’m so fucking close, but the last thing I want is to finish in her mouth, so I grip her hair, pulling her away and lifting her up. She doesn’t hesitate, immediately wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down for a kiss. The taste of her, the feeling of her warm, bare body pressed against mine, has me desperate for more.

I have her on her back before she can blink. She’s spread out beneath me, her dark hair spilling around her. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath.

I take a moment, admiring the view. She’s perfect, and she’s mine.

I kiss my way down her throat, across her chest, taking a moment to tease her nipples with my tongue. She arches her back, gasping, and I can’t help but grin as I position myself at her entrance.

I kiss her again, deep and possessive. Her body goes taut.

“Alec, please,” she whispers, her voice breathless and strained.

That’s all I need.

I thrust in, burying myself to the hilt. Her head falls back, her mouth open in a silent cry. I don’t move, savoring the feeling of her wrapped around me. When she opens her eyes, they’re almost black with lust.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I groan.

I begin to move, slowly at first, teasing her. She squirms, trying to rock her hips into mine, and the desperate motion is enough to drive me crazy. I grip her hip, holding her still as I set a punishing pace. Every thrust is pure ecstasy.

I’m lost in her, and it’s better than I ever could’ve imagined.

I lean down, kissing her roughly, swallowing the moan that escapes her. She clutches at me, and her heels dig into my lower back, urging me on. I’m moving faster, harder, and the sound of our bodies colliding fills the air, mixing with the gasps and groans spilling from her lips.

Her nails rake down my back, and the sharp pain only fuels the pleasure building in me. Isadora grips the grass as I drive her higher, her face contorting with bliss.

“Alec! Oh, god!” she cries, and the sound has my blood racing, the pressure building.

“I want you to come for me, beautiful,” I manage to say, and her eyes roll back.

I adjust the angle, hitting that spot that has her crying out. I keep going, and the pressure builds. Every muscle is taut, coiled and ready, and it won’t be long until the wave breaks.

Then, her muscles go rigid, her eyes fly open, and she clenches around me.

“Alec, I’m—”

Her words cut off as the pleasure crashes through her, and she cries out as the orgasm tears through her.

Seeing her fall apart is enough to push me over the edge, and I groan, slamming into her one final time and spilling inside her. I ride the waves of pleasure until the tension finally drains away.

I pull her close, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Her eyes flutter closed, and the smile that spreads across her face is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Damn, Isadora,” I say, my voice rough. “You’re incredible.”

“Mmm, and you’re not so bad yourself,” she says. Her tone is teasing, but her cheeks are pink, and there’s a shyness to her expression that has me grinning.

I shift, pulling out and lying next to her. She rolls onto her side, nestling into the crook of my arm. We stay like that for a while, catching our breath and enjoying the quiet, intimate moment.

We lie there under the trees, with the quiet hum of the night settling around us like a comfortable blanket of warmth that fills the spaces where words haven’t yet formed. I glance over at her. She looks almost vulnerable in the moonlight. She turns to me, one eyebrow raised with that familiar, playful smirk tugging at her lips.

“So… guess you’ve got a new way of convincing me to walk through the woods at night,” she teases.

I chuckle and brush a stray strand of hair from her cheek. “Just think of it as a scenic detour.”

“Oh, I think I’m going to need that tour guide of yours more often,” she says as her fingers play with the edge of my shirt.

I laugh, nudging her shoulder. “You don’t seem like you’d want anyone leading you anywhere, Isadora. You’re more of a ‘drag him by the collar’ type.”

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t deny it. She lets out a soft laugh that feels far more intimate than anything we just shared physically. Her hand finds mine, and I let my fingers trace along her knuckles, marveling at the softness of her skin against mine. There’s a silence. Not awkward, just…comforting.

“This is so strange,” she comments. “I used to hate you. You were everywhere. The guy who never noticed me until he was making my life hell. And now…” She trails off, glancing at me with that guarded look that still holds a flicker of defiance.

I let her words sink in. This is the truth between us—her hurt, my mistakes, all of it laid bare under the open sky.

“You don’t have to say it,” I reply, a touch of regret in my voice. “I know I can’t change what I did. But I’m here, and I’m going to keep showing up. For you, for us.” I reach out, taking her hand in mine, keeping my touch gentle. “We’re a team now. I’m done letting you down.”

She studies me as if looking for cracks, for something false to confirm her doubts. But eventually, her shoulders relax, and a hint of that guarded edge fades. “Just so we’re clear, Alec, I’m not giving you a free pass. You’ve still got a lot to make up for.”

“Believe me, I know,” I murmur, unable to hold back a smile. “And I’m planning on spending a long time making things right. I’m done messing things up for you.”

She gives a tiny, half-hearted snort. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious,” I reply, squeezing her hand. “You deserve someone who’ll keep fighting to make things right, to make you feel at home.”

She looks up at me, her eyes bright but softened with the kind of tenderness that has me feeling something unfamiliar—hope.

“You’re persistent, I’ll give you that,” she says with a laugh, but then her expression grows thoughtful, her fingers interlocking with mine. “And that’s probably the best thing about you. What do you say we go home? Climb into bed together and get a good night’s sleep?”

It’s like a shift, like for once there’s no need to hold back. And as I look at her, I feel that surge of excitement in realizing I’ll be going home with her, no longer just two people sharing a space but something… more.

I pull her to her feet, wrapping an arm around her as we make our way back through the woods. There’s an eagerness thrumming in me, not just from what we just shared but because tonight, we’re going back as a unit together.

And tomorrow? We’ll be waking up in the same bed—finally.