Chapter Seventeen

MY LEGS WERE HOOKED OVER HIS FOREARMS, and he eased in. I hissed as he entered me, but my core was already tightening. As he pushed in more, I began to pant and wince.

“I’ll make you so wet. Now that I know you can actually get wet.” He put both his hands on my shoulder blades and reclined me some. Leaning over, he cupped his mouth over my small breast. They were sore, but once he began to suckle on my nipple, I gasped and wanted more.

I screamed so loud. It felt incredible. He worked my small hard bud between his lips, tugging on it, and he took more of my chest in his mouth, sucking with more force.

“Fuck, Max.”

My chest heaved, and I whimpered as my muscles constricted. “Oh. Oh.”

He drove in faster, sweat glistening on his forehead and across his broad chest. His jaw clenched as he concentrated, angling his hips so he’d massage my spot just right. It was awesome when he hit my prostate, and then he found somewhere else, that spot deeper in me, rubbing against the backside of the tender tissue of what I now knew was my birthing canal. Before, I had no explanation for the deep internal orgasms I was capable of experiencing, but now I knew why. I would’ve shuddered thinking about it when I first found out I was pregnant, repulsed at myself for what I had become, but I was slowly coming to grips with my new body, and when I orgasmed like that, I didn’t mind so much. I curled my toes and curved my spine, screaming his name.

***

“I should move in here with you,” Bauer said as we panted and came down from our highs.

We had climbed onto the bed and curled up next to each other. “Say what?”

“You need someone to help you.”

“You do help me.”

“You need someone here all the time, though. You’re carrying my baby. Let me make it easier for you.”

“This is getting serious, fast.” I rolled to my back, staring at the ceiling.

He grabbed my shoulder and rolled me back to my side. “I’m not saying let’s get married or anything. Unless you want to. I’m just saying, me living here as a more permanent stable boy.”

“I don’t know. Wait, you want to marry me?” I stared at his expression. All seriousness. No hint of the goofy grin he’d get when he messed with me.

“I would love to marry you, Max.”

“Really?” I asked. We had known each other only a handful of months, really.

“Don’t you feel it?” he asked softly.

“I don’t know what I feel.”

“When you’re ready, I’ll be there down on one knee with a ring in my hand.” He kissed my cheek and pulled the blanket over me.

I knew he was my alpha, and we were starting a family together, but until he mentioned it, marriage had never crossed my mind.