Page 95 of The Alpha's Fake Mate

Ori’s Burn lasted two days and when he was cool again, and the extreme urgency left us, we went to his office and together filed our mate-bond status.

A nurse came to the house to take our blood.

After another two days, we got the results. Mate-bond status confirmed. Rating: Ten.

Epilogue

Orion

Holland spread my legs and dove between my thighs. He prepped me expertly for his favorite position to take me: face to face. His lips grazed my balls and cock. He licked and kissed the tip until I yelled. His fingers pushed in and out of my hole.

Lately, his presence in my mind swelled and burst with scents of honey and fresh flowers. He finally lined himself up and penetrated me, leaning over me, and his skin was the scent of spring and soap and new leaves.

He was pregnant six months now. He said he hated it, but he was always smiling, and his skin had taken on a golden glow. He was still slim and coltish, so his bump was small and round and barely bothered him, though he complained loud and often.

The day we found out we had made a child during the formation of our mate-bond, he said to me, “Do you wish for an Alpha?”

The words stung me with his pain. He had been through so much, and though we were happy, our Alpha-ruled world had a long way to go to make it safe and equal for Omegas.

“I wish for a child as beautiful and brilliant as you are. And if he’s Omega, we’ll raise him together to be strong and proud. We will give him everything.”

He blinked for a moment, the rims of his eyes going a little red. He did not reply except to wrap his arms around my shoulders and press himself against me.

Now I kissed the top of his head, my lips in his hair, as he bent to thrust into me and take his pleasure as he wished, as I wished him to take it.

I’d been through two more Burns during his pregnancy. His strength never faltered. He took me hard, as I liked it, and when my knots formed he used his hands to keep me in that prolonged state of bliss.

He told me once that he hated I could knot and he couldn’t.

I said, “Use our bond. You can feel it.”

“Oh, I most certainly do feel it,” he replied.

I learned to be an excellent lover and give him as many orgasms in a night as he could stand.

Now he rocked into me and our usual merging of body and mind began with the electric currents racing through our bodies and our minds. We were so attuned we groaned in unison and came together. As we always did.

I loved him more than I ever thought I could love another.

We rested side by side in our bed, our legs tangled, our breaths one.

“I decided on a name,” he said, his hand stroking up and down my side. “For him.”

He pressed his swollen belly to my belly. With our strong bond, I could almost feel the child growing inside me as well.

“It’s taken you long enough.”

“I know. But now I’m sure.”

“What is it?”

“Xavier,” he said. “It means new beginning.”

“It’s perfect.” I leaned toward him. Our lips met. Our minds ached with a new need to merge.

I chuckled against his mouth.

He put his hand on the center of my chest. “On your back again,” he said, and the smile he gave me was old and new at the same time, showing me all of him, where he came from, what he had suffered, and how happy he was now. It was filled with the burning of our love combined.

THE END