Page 42 of Pregnant, Rejected and Exiled By the Lycan King (Forbidden Alpha Kings #45)

As we moved, I lowered my mouth to her breast again, sucking gently at her nipple as I thrust inside her, deeper this time.

Her breath hitched at the dual sensation, a whimper of pleasure and pain tumbling free.

I eased her into the mattress, circling her nipple with my tongue as her walls fluttered around me.

The pace built slowly, inevitably, carrying us toward a peak that meant more than physical release. This was a reclaiming of sorts, not possession but mutual choice to bridge the gap I’d torn between us. When she cried out my name, I caught it with my lips, swallowing the sound like communion.

Then it happened, my knot began to swell.

Her eyes went wide. Mine did too.

We hadn’t talked about this, not since she’d said she wasn’t ready. But her body, her bond, had already decided. Her omega accepted me, accepted the finality of the bond, even if her words hadn’t.

“Rhea,” I groaned, bracing myself as the thickening base locked us together.

She cried out in pain, her fingers clawing at my shoulders.

I moved immediately, adjusting, sliding a hand up to cup her breast, gently tugging and rolling her nipple until the pain ebbed, replaced by trembling whimpers of pleasure.

“I’m here, baby. I’ve got you. Let me make it better. You feel so good around me. So fucking perfect. You’re doing so good. So brave.”

Her body shuddered around me, clenching tight as I coaxed her higher with slow, deliberate rolls of my hips.

I slipped a hand between us, finding her swollen clit and rubbing soft circles, drawing out another gasp.

My lips found her nipple again, sucking gently, then with more intensity as I felt her legs tighten around me.

“Come for me, baby,” I murmured against her skin. “Come around my knot. Let me feel you lose yourself. You’re so fucking beautiful like this. So perfect.”

She buried her face in my neck, holding on like the world was falling away, her moans breaking into ragged cries as her body climbed that final edge. I pressed my thumb harder, licked her nipple again, and whispered, “Let go, Rhea. Give it to me. I’ve got you.”

Her whole body clenched as she shattered around me, locked and trembling, her arms clinging to me like lifelines.

“You’re mine, Rhea. Always. No matter what happens. I’ll protect you, protect them. You’re everything to me.”

I stayed still, letting her body adjust to the knot, stroking her side while she panted against my chest. The pain had ebbed now, her fingers loosening from their grip in my hair.

That’s when she grabbed my hand with sudden urgency, pressing it to her belly where movement rippled beneath her skin.

The fluttering I’d felt before was stronger now, more insistent. And doubled.

“There’s something you need to know.” Her voice carried an edge of nervousness that cut through the afterglow.

“What is it? Are you okay? Is the pup okay? Did I—did I hurt you?”

The knot was still hard, still pulsing, locking us together with no choice but to stay joined.

The sensation wasn’t just overwhelming, it was painful, and not just for me.

I could feel the tightness of her body straining to accommodate the swollen base, and guilt stabbed through me with each beat of my pulse.

Had I pushed too far? I’d been careful, so careful, but not enough. Not if it had caused her pain. Not with the baby, our pup, still inside her.

I slowed my hips, the instinct to keep moving buried beneath a wave of concern.

I was still hard, still aching, but I forced myself to hold still, to focus on her instead of the primal fire roaring in my blood.

We were locked, and I couldn’t pull out, couldn’t ease her burden that way, so I gentled every other part of me.

My hands smoothed her sides, my forehead resting against hers as I whispered, “Tell me you’re okay. Please, baby. I need to know you’re okay. Did I hurt the baby?”

“No, Damon. That’s not it. It’s twins.”

The words didn’t register right away. I stared at her, then at my hand still pressed to her belly where two distinct movements played out beneath my palm. Twins. Two children instead of one. Double the miracle and double the danger for an omega carrying alpha offspring.

“Twins? But the healer said...”

I trailed off, remembering that I’d never actually heard the full report, too overwhelmed by the simple fact of pregnancy to ask for details.

“I kept it from everyone. I was afraid of giving you more power over me.” Her admission carried the weight of months of secret-keeping, of facing the terrifying prospect of twin alphas alone.

The revelation sent me into action. I shifted beneath her carefully, rolling us with deliberate slowness until she was straddling me, still joined, still locked tight around my knot. I kept my hands firm on her hips to guide the movement, easing her to settle fully atop me.

She gasped softly at the shift, the weight of her belly cradled between us, her core still snug and pulsing around my length. I sat up slowly, wrapping one arm protectively around her back while the other came to rest over the gentle curve of her stomach.

We stayed like that, her seated on my lap, my knot buried deep inside her, her weight grounding me, her breath fanning across my cheek.

My hands spread across her belly with fresh wonder, reverent and still, feeling the separate movements of two lives we’d created.

They were strong already, their activity speaking of alpha genetics making demands her omega body struggled to meet.

“Two,” I breathed, awe mixing with terror. “Rhea, carrying alpha twins... the risk...”

“I know,” she said quietly. “The healer in Millbrook told me. Without the father’s support, the chances...”

I leaned in to kiss her, not letting her continue.

She made a small sound of protest that melted into a sigh as my lips found hers.

But even as our mouths met, I felt her shift, her hips beginning to roll slowly.

A low moan vibrated in her throat as she moved over me, her body chasing another wave of pleasure.

“Rhea,” I breathed, breaking the kiss. “Careful. Don’t hurt yourself.”

She pushed me gently back against the bed, her hands bracing on my chest, her belly brushing against me as she found a stronger rhythm. “I need this,” she whispered fiercely, her voice trembling with emotion. “I need you.”

The look in her eyes stole the air from my lungs. Determination. Desire. Love.

I gripped her hips, steadying her, then began to thrust up into her, the motion restricted by the knot but urgent all the same. Each roll of her hips met the upward grind of mine, and the friction built between us again, sharper, deeper.

“God, Rhea,” I rasped, tightening my hold. “I love you. I fucking love you.”

Her body bowed over mine, her arms clinging tight around my shoulders as we moved together, still joined, still locked, but no longer still.

The pressure built until I spilled inside her with a growl, heat pulsing deep as my knot swelled one last time.

She cried out softly, clutching me as aftershocks rippled through both of us.

She collapsed against me, panting, her cheek pressed to my chest, and I held her there, arms cradling her as if I could shield her from the world.

We stayed like that for minutes, wrapped in silence and sweat and the undeniable bond between us, until the throbbing subsided and the tight lock of my knot began to ease.

Only then did I move, flipping us gently so she lay on her back. I kissed her stomach first, soft presses of my lips to the roundness of her belly. “I love you,” I whispered between kisses. “I love you. I love you. I love both of you. All three of you.”

I moved lower, kissing the inside of her thighs, then the glistening folds between them, coated with the mix of our pleasure. I groaned softly at the taste of her, of us, and began to lick her with slow, deep strokes of my tongue.

She trembled beneath me, already so sensitive, but I didn’t stop, I wanted to feel her fall apart again, to give her back the pleasure she had so freely given me.

I licked and sucked and teased until she shattered on my mouth, her thighs squeezing around my head, her moans breaking loose in helpless cries of release.