Chapter 70: Pt 2
But I didn’t let him finish. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down, crashing my lips against his. Jude made a surprised sound against my mouth, but then his hands came up to cup my face as he kissed me back intensely. After a few moments he started to pull away, and I wouldn’t have that. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed myself closer, deepening the kiss and letting my tongue slide against his.
He groaned low in his throat, and I felt the vibration of it against my lips. His hands slid down from my face to my waist, and before I could process what was happening, he was gently nudging me up from the chair and guiding me toward our bedroom, our lips never breaking contact.
When we reached the bed, he carefully laid me down on it, but I refused to release my hold on him, pulling him down on top of me. I ground my hips up against his and felt his arousal pressing against me through our clothes. The friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body, and I couldn’t stop the breathy moan that escaped.
Jude groaned again, this time sounding almost pained, and I could see the tension in his jaw as he braced himself on his forearms above me, being so careful not to put any of his weight on my belly.
"Sweetheart," he called softly, and his voice was strained as if he were holding himself back.
"Yes, Jude?" I gave him a seductive smile as I rolled my hips against his again.
His eyes dilated slightly and his pupils were blown wide with desire as he remained careful not to crush me. "You’re pregnant," he said softly, but his gaze was scorching hot like lava that wanted to erupt.
I released a choking sound at his words and deliberately pressed my core against the hard bulge in his pants, feeling my body tingle with need as I continued to grind on him. "But I want you, Jude," I mumbled, making sure my breath tickled against his ear. I could see goosebumps rising on his nape, and I smiled because I knew exactly what I was doing to him. "I want you so badly."
Damn. The doctor had warned him that pregnancy hormones would make her extra horny and that he needed to be careful. But how the hell could he be careful when she was looking at him like that, touching him like that, grinding against him like that? Every shred of his carefully maintained control wanted to fly right out the window.
He kissed me slowly then deepened it as he started to pull away again. I yanked him back down and mumbled against his lips, my eyes searching his.
"Don’t you want me anymore?" I asked in a low, vulnerable tone even though I could literally feel how much he wanted me pressing hard against my thigh. But I’d gladly use this manipulation to get what I wanted right now because I was needy and it had been a long time since we’ve been intimate.
His eyes widened in shock, and he shook his head frantically. "No, never!" he said vehemently. "Why wouldn’t I want you?”
I looked away like I was hurt. "Because you keep pulling away from me. You haven’t touched me in weeks, Jude. You won’t—"
"Fuck!" he cursed loudly, cutting me off. "I—" The words seemed to get stuck in his throat, and then he said, "Fuck it!" and crashed his mouth against mine like his last breath of air, like he’d been starving for weeks.
Yet even in his arousal he was still so gentle with me. His hands trailed over my body as if I were some delicate heirloom. He kissed down my neck and across my collarbone, trailing wet kisses on my skin while whispering how beautiful I was, how perfect, how much he loved me.
His hands worked to remove my clothes piece by piece, taking his time to appreciate every newly exposed bit of skin. When he finally had me naked beneath him, he just stared down at me for a long moment, his eyes roaming over my body with reverence and desire that made me squirm.
"You’re so fucking beautiful," he breathed. "Every part of you.”
Then he was kissing me again, kissing every inch of my body, paying special attention to my swollen breasts and my rounded belly, worshipping me with his mouth, hands, and tongue until I was writhing beneath him and begging for more.
When he finally positioned himself at my entrance and slowly pushed inside, I groaned at the stretch, at the feeling of being filled after so long without this. He entered me so gently and slowly, moving at an agonizingly slow pace.
"Go faster," I moaned breathlessly. "I can take it, Jude, please."
But he shook his head, and I could see the war happening behind his eyes as they flashed between amber and gold. He was fighting every instinct he had, his desire to keep me safe battling against his wolf’s need to claim his mate hard and fast.
"Give me what I want," I muttered against his ear before kissing and licking at his neck, finding that spot just below his ear that always drove him crazy. Then I bit down gently, and he absolutely lost it.
"Fuck, sweetheart!" he cursed, and in one swift motion, he pulled out and flipped me over onto my hands and knees, positioning me so there was no pressure on my belly but he could take me deeper from behind.
Then he slammed back inside me, and I screamed as he immediately set a fast pace, his hips snapping against mine hard and fast, exactly what I’ve been craving. His hands gripped my hips tightly, fingers digging into my flesh as he fucked me with an intensity that had me seeing stars.
"Fuck! Yes! Right there!" I cried out as he hit that spot inside me over and over. "Don’t stop, please don’t stop!" I chanted.
Jude groaned behind me, long and wrecked, and I could tell he was lost in the moment, fucking me senseless, just like I’d wanted. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with our desperate moans and gasps and the headboard banging rhythmically against the wall.
I could feel my orgasm building, that coil of pleasure tightening low in my belly, and I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. "I’m close," I panted. "Jude, I’m so close—"
"Come for me, sweetheart," he growled and reached around to circle my clit with his fingers. "Let me feel you."
That was all it took. I came apart with a scream, my whole body shaking as waves of intense pleasure crashed over me. My inner walls clenched around him, and I heard him curse behind me.
When his own release hit him moments later, I felt him try to pull out, but I wasn’t having any of that. I wrapped my legs back around him as best I could from this angle and pulled him deeper, smirking dazedly over my shoulder.
He came inside me with a long groan, his hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside me. He collapsed forward carefully, breathing hard against my back, both of us trembling and covered in sweat.
After a moment, he gently pulled out and helped me roll over onto my back. He was breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath, when his eyes caught something, and his expression immediately shifted to panic.
I realized he must have seen me wince slightly when I moved because my muscles were a bit sore. It wasn’t bad at all, just the pleasant ache that came after really good sex.
"Fuck! "He looked stricken. "I’m so sorry, sweetheart; I hurt you. I shouldn’t have—"
But I just grinned up at him, feeling thoroughly fucked in the best way possible. "I loved it," I said honestly and kissed his jaw softly. Then I slowly rolled my hips against him suggestively. "In fact... I think I can go again."
His eyes widened in shock and disbelief.
“Best valentine gift ever.”
***
Before we knew it, we found ourselves in the pack doctor’s office the next morning being chided about taking it easy on my human body during pregnancy. Jude looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole, feeling like an irresponsible mate who couldn’t take care of me properly.
But I just sat there grinning the entire time because it had been absolutely worth it.
