Page 45 of Rejected and Pregnant by the Alpha (Forbidden Alpha Kings #52)
Hannah
Flames lick at my skin, slowly growing hotter and hotter. My body feels tense with an unquenchable need, a pulsating desire aching in my core. My mind is hazy with lust as the scent of mangoes wraps around me, and I know deep down that I am royally fucked.
It seems this heat is worse than I expected, the need growing inside me becoming overwhelmingly disorienting, and I cling to the warm body beneath me that is keeping the flames from consuming me whole.
“Hannah?” A deep voice calls out my name, and I groan, opening my eyes to find deep green eyes staring back at me. “Are you okay?” Julian looks at me, concern in his eyes as he asks the question.
Am I okay? I wonder this myself and close my eyes once again, letting the question play over and over in my mind.
“No,” I whimper, flames licking at my skin and making me shiver with pain. “It hurts.”
Julian sighs at my admission, his body shifting. I can feel his erection beneath me and sense his arousal in the air. He wants me but is holding himself back to avoid hurting me.
“What can I do to help?” he asks, his breath fanning my face.
“I don’t know,” I answer, feeling hot tears fall down my face. This heat is stronger than the other two. It’s slowly consuming me with every minute that passes, making me grow delirious with need.
“Would you like to be put in an ice bath again?” Julian asks, his voice strained. It must be hard for him to hold back.
I shake my head, not wanting to be put back in there, away from his touch that keeps the flames at bay.
“I just need the flames to die down so I can fight them.” I whimper, not sure if I am pleading for his help or telling him what I want.
I can feel Julian’s gaze on me and hear him take a long, deep breath.
“I can take you to your bedroom,” he offers, and I nod. I want to be in my own bed.
Julian shifts before I feel my body being lifted into the air.
I curl myself closer to him, breathing in his scent and letting it wash over me.
The flames cower for a moment, the heat settling with his aroma.
I can hear his heartbeat quicken as he carries me to my bedroom, sensing his nervousness through the broken mate bond.
One of his hands leaves my body to push the door open, and my scent invades me.
A few quick footsteps later, I feel him sliding onto the bed, not letting me go.
“I kept the light off,” he mumbles, tucking my head under his chin.
“Thank you,” I say, opening my eyes and finding my face next to his neck.
I watch him swallow as I let out a sigh, my breath fanning against his skin.
The action mesmerizes me for a moment, and the flames take their chance to rear inside me.
I gasp, curling into a ball, and try to ride out the pain.
“Hannah, I can help you,” Julian says, slowly rubbing my back.
“I don’t want sex,” I state, gritting my teeth.
“I can do more than just fuck you,” he retorts, and I roll my eyes.
“Like what?” I ask, taking a sharp breath.
“I can relieve some of the pain with just my fingers, only if you’ll allow me to.
” He sounds so sincere when saying this; his offer is just that—an offer that I can either accept or deny.
I can tell that having him here has helped keep my heat just barely under control.
I know only my mate’s touch can help me get through this, just like I helped Julian get through his rut five years ago.
“F-fine,” I stutter out.
“Help me,” Julian takes a shaky breath, his right hand slowly moving down my bare skin. I shiver as his touch cools my skin wherever his hand glides down, and I sigh with slight relief.
“Spread your legs, Hannah,” he says softly, his lips close to my ear.
I comply, gently uncurling my body from the ball I was in.
His fingers move down my side, over my hip.
I whimper, the mate bond sparks fighting the flames.
Then his finger finds my entrance, his index finger moving in slow circles.
A moan escapes my lips, and I spread my legs further; he takes this as his cue to slip his finger inside me, maintaining the slow, circular massage as he teases me.
From the slight squelching sound, I know I am soaking wet, my body readying itself to be filled with more than just his finger.
“More?” he asks, his voice strained and his breathing quickening.
“More,” I agree with a moan, my eyes fluttering closed.
Another finger is inserted into me, slowly moving against my soaking walls.
I gasp when he hits a certain spot, my core clenching slightly.
He repeats this, hitting that perfect spot and building a bubble of pleasure within me.
I spread my legs further, his touch corralling the flames to just my core as the pleasure builds until my walls clench and stars cross my vision in the darkness.
He continues to move his fingers until I come down from my orgasmic high, my breaths coming in short pants.
“Better?” he asks, sliding his fingers out of me.
“Better,” I sigh, relaxing into my bed.
Julian chuckles, pulling me against his body. “If it gets bad, let me know, and I will finger you into another orgasm,” he whispers, the words sounding sweet and sincere despite how lewd they actually are.
“What if it gets so bad that your fingers aren’t enough?” I find myself asking, already knowing that the large bump touching my thigh is Julian’s erection trapped in his pants.
“Then you tell me what you need, and I will do that,” he answers, his words reassuring me because I can feel the flames licking at my body, preparing for another strike.
“Is Saben with Jiya?” I ask, closing my eyes. I love my son, but I do not want him to see me in this state. Goddess only knows what my little boy would do if he knew Julian was holding my naked body. Hell, he might think that he is getting a little sibling, and I am not ready for that.
“Yes. She came and took him earlier after interrogating me,” Julian answers, making me chuckle. Of course, Jiya would interrogate Julian, the alpha king, without fear. That woman is a spitfire, and I have been the victim of one too many of her strict “motherly talks” in the last five years.
“She means well,” I say, prompting another chuckle from Julian.
“I know. She is protective of you, and I can’t help but respect her guts,” he muses, making me grin.
“Saben loves her, too, so you can’t get mad at her,” I warn, eliciting another deep chuckle from Julian and feeling his hard cock twitch against my thigh. The mate bond hums happily, knowing that Julian is holding himself back and letting me set the pace.
“Trust me, I figured that out from how he calls her Granny Jiya,” he reassures me, his fingers moving to draw lazy circles on my skin.
I shiver, opening my eyes and looking up to find Julian watching me. There is an intensity in his gaze, deep and domineering. He wants me; I know he wants me, and deep down, as much as he has hurt me, I want him, too. I am just scared to accept him back after all that I have built.