Page 28 of Rejected Pregnant Mate (Crystal Creek Wolves #2)

Scott had touched me so much that every inch of my skin was vibrating with it. I knew we'd reached the point of no return when he stripped himself naked and climbed into the jacuzzi tub with me, but I was too far gone by that point to care.

Wordlessly, I took the washcloth from him, soaped it up, and leaned forward to wash him. I planted one open palm on his broad chest for balance, raising up on my knees to reach him.

His muscles flexed, and his breath caught when I slid the cloth across his chest.

"Is that nice?" I murmured.

He chuckled. "More than you can imagine. Keep going."

"So demanding." I laughed, moving the washcloth down his torso. His abs clenched under my touch, and the sight of his erection had me licking my lips. He was beautiful.

I washed his legs, moving up slowly, until I reached his cock. Letting the washcloth float away, I took his length in my hand and began to work it while Scott placed a hand on my hip to keep me steady.

"Fuck," he rasped.

My pussy clenched, and a fresh rush of wetness dripped down my thighs. He looked so good, his head thrown back in ecstasy as I stroked him. His body was hard, his skin flushed. I didn't stop touching him until he was on the verge of coming.

He spent the entire time telling me how beautiful I was, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. He cupped my breasts, squeezing gently. His hands moved lower, caressing my belly, not stopping until he cupped my pussy.

"Do you know how much I love your curves? These gorgeous tits and your round ass, all for me to explore. God, you're perfect."

The way he said it, his eyes heated, made me believe it.

When he was about to break, to come from my hand on him, he grabbed my wrist to hold me still. My pussy was empty and aching, and it would only take the smallest adjustment to straddle him and take him inside me.

"Nayeli," he growled. "If you want me, you can have me. Just tell me. Say yes."

"Yes," I whispered.

He didn't make me wait. He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his lap, impaling me on his cock.

Finally, finally, I was full. We both let out groans of pleasure, and I started to ride him, water sloshing at the sides of the tub.

He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and brought me closer, his mouth covering mine.

This was unlike anything I'd felt before. There was no darkness, no anger, nothing but need and pleasure. He was everywhere, his scent and his taste, the feel of his muscles beneath my palms.

"You feel so fucking good, Omega."

"Yes, Alpha," I breathed.

He growled. "You like it, don't you, taking your Alpha's cock deep inside your tight, wet pussy?"

I nodded, moaning. "Yes."

"Such a good girl," he praised.

His words made a fresh rush of arousal flow through me. The pleasure was building, and my orgasm was close. I could barely keep a thought in my head.

"Scott," I gasped.

He knew what I needed. His fingers slipped between our bodies, his thumb stroking my clit in slow, firm circles. It was the exact pressure and speed I craved.

"You're so close, aren't you, Omega?"

"Yes!" I cried, arching against him. "Yes, please, I need to come."

"So do I." He thrust harder, the water splashing around us. "And you're going to come all over my cock."

He didn't even need to say it. The tension was building, my release just out of reach.

"Come for me, Omega."

His command, the forceful timbre of his voice, did the trick. Pleasure raced through me, and I was crying out, shuddering, eyes screwed shut as my muscles clenched and released, clenched and released.

It wasn't until I started to come down from my orgasm that I realized something: "You didn't finish."

Scott grinned, but there was tension in his expression. "It was the hardest thing I've ever done, but I held back. I need to knot you, Omega, and I'm not doing that until we're in bed."

I shuddered, loving the image. It was like my body was addicted, and I craved his knot to an almost painful level. "Please. Please knot me."

Scott's eyes flashed, and his jaw clenched. He lifted me out of the tub and wrapped a fluffy towel around me. I felt warm, loose, and boneless. My eyelids drooped as he led me into the bedroom.

I didn't have time to appreciate his room and all the little touches that made it his, like the photos on the nightstand or the worn copy of an old war novel on the bedside table.

I only had eyes for him as he took my hand and pulled me into the soft, black sheets, both of our towels forgotten on the carpet.

I wrapped my arms around him, and we fell onto the bed together, his weight a comforting pressure on top of me.

"Tell me what you want," he ordered.

I whimpered, spreading my legs wider to give him access. "I need you, Alpha. I want your knot."

Scott's hand dipped between my legs, where my slick was already dripping from my pussy. "You're wet for me, Omega. Is that all for me? Because you need your Alpha's big cock?"

"Yes," I whined. God, hearing Scott, clean-cut, always in control Scott talk like that made me lose my mind.

He pushed two fingers inside, curling them just right, and my inner muscles clenched, trying to milk his fingers.

Scott's thumb stroked my clit, and the pleasure was intense.

It was more than a physical feeling, though.

The intimacy and tenderness of this act, his touching me, caring for me, was more powerful than anything else.

Scott's tongue swept across my collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. I wanted him to bite me. I wanted to belong to him completely, and I wanted everyone to see I was his.

"Mine," he growled.

"Yours," I agreed, refusing to consider if it was just the heat making us talk like this, or something deeper. "But you're mine, too. All mine."

Scott sucked at the scent gland on my neck, and I almost came undone on the spot.

My body was burning. His touch had turned gentle, no longer rough or hard. It was as if he couldn't help himself, couldn't resist the call of my body and my scent. He touched me like I was a precious object, a delicate thing, and he worshipped every inch of my body with his mouth.

Then, when we were well beyond words, he coaxed me to wrap my legs around his waist while he positioned the head of his cock at my pussy. He eased into me slowly, letting me adjust to his size. And when he was fully sheathed inside, his cock was so big that it set all of my nerve endings on fire.

He began moving, his strokes long and steady. Every thrust took him deeper, and my nails raked across his back. I felt him everywhere, his cock buried deep inside me, the feel of his body above me. I wanted to keep him there forever.

I didn't realize that I'd said the last bit out loud.

"I'm not going anywhere, baby." He rasped.

Scott's thrusts sped up, and his strokes grew shorter. Our breathing became labored, and I lost track of everything except the feel of his body on mine. The pleasure built, and my inner muscles started to tighten.

"That's it, Omega," he growled. "Come for me."

"Scott," I whispered.

He slammed into me, and I was done. A loud moan ripped from my lips, and my pussy clenched and spasmed, fluttering around his shaft as I flew into another realm of ecstasy.

"Fuck," he growled, his thrusts becoming jerky and erratic.

His hips jerked once, twice, and then his body froze as his cum painted my inner walls and his knot swelled inside me, locking us together. I was too weak to move, my body languid and tired and oh so satisfied.

My eyes started to flutter shut, but he wasn't finished. Scott moved to the side, rolling us onto our sides. His arms wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me close.

With the haze of my heat fading, the reality of the things we'd said, the things I'd said specifically crept in. I buried my face in his neck, but unwelcome dread was settling in my stomach even as my body stretched to accommodate his knot.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly.

"I'm fine," I told him, voice muffled.

"You don't sound fine."

I sighed. "I'm just..."

"Talk to me." His fingers rubbed circles into my lower back.

"It's, um. Well. It's normal to say really, really intimate things during heat sex, right?" I blurted out.

He stilled. "Nayeli...I loved every word and every little sound you made. Don't feel embarrassed."

I sighed, relaxing. "Okay. That's good."

"But what brought this on?"

"I...I don't know." I shook my head. "Things just got really intense, and we were talking like we were mates or something."

"We are mates, Nayeli." His hand slid down and cupped my ass, his other one coming up to wrap around the nape of my neck. He nuzzled against my jaw, "My gorgeous, strong, Omega mate."

I didn't argue. I couldn't. The lump in my throat made it impossible to speak.

"Sleep, Nayeli," he commanded. "We can talk in the morning."

And I was so exhausted, so wrung out and worn down that I did, Scott still knotted inside me.

When we woke up twice more that night to feast on each other again, I let all the things I wanted to say spill out like water.

If this was the last night we had together, I wasn't going to hold back.

Not when I might never get the chance to say them again.

***

The days after the cafe fight, there was a shift in the air, something lighter between Scott and me.

His presence was constant, and when we both weren't busy, he made time for me without me even having to ask.

It was easy when we were together like that, with no words or need for explanations.

Even when we were silent, it was comforting.

My heat was finished after that night, but I still needed his touch to keep the pain from the spell bond at bay. Those touches became part of our routine, and I looked forward to his hand on the back of my neck and his low voice whispering in my ear when no one else was around.