My mom snickered softly and patted my mate’s arm. “We’ll keep them for the weekend, if that’s okay.”
“Perfect,” I grunted before Alara’s guilt could get the better of her, and she insisted we bring them home the next day. “When can you—I mean, when will you leave?”
Alara gasped and pinched my side with a scowl and a deep blush. I couldn’t stop the grin that curved my mouth, but it didn’t matter since her whole focus was on the heated promise radiating from my eyes.
“Okay, kids! Who wants to spend the weekend with Grandma and Grandpa?” my mom shouted, clapping her hands as she strolled out into the yard. The rabble-rousers all shifted, and my dad cheered as loudly as the kids did as they jumped to their feet and ran inside.
Half an hour later, I shut the front door and turned around slowly. My dark, hungry gaze landed heavily on my temptinglittle mate, and she smirked. Knowing very well what was coming next, a deep growl rumbled in my chest. A warning. I wasn’t in the mood for a chase, and if she made me do it anyway, she would pay.
Alara’s smirk faded, but there was still a glint in her gray orbs that had my cock swelling to a damn steel pipe. Perhaps I wasn’t as opposed to a chase as I thought. Truthfully, we both enjoyed her punishments. Even if it meant she couldn’t sit down the next day.
“You won’t get soft and sweet tonight, kitten,” I growled. “But you know what will happen if you run. When I catch you, your pretty little ass will be sporting my handprint for a week.”
Her eyes widened, but she still sassed, “Catch me if you can, wolf.”
Then she spun around and took off.
A wicked smile stole over my face as I gave her a head start by removing my clothes before shifting and bolting out of the house into the forest to track my mate. It only took me ten minutes to catch my lynx. Then I shifted, waited for her to do the same, threw her over my shoulder, and marched straight to our bedroom.
For every minute I had to chase her, I tortured her with pleasure, taking her to the brink of orgasm but not letting her come. And I was a man of my word, so the pale flesh of her ass cheeks was cherry red.
“Booker!” Alara cried out when my hand landed on her ass again, the skin already raw and sensitive. Looking at me over her shoulder with needy gray eyes, she whimpered, “Please, I can’t take any more.”
“It’s been too fucking long,” I groaned as I finally gave in and sank my dick into my mate’s hot, tight pussy.
“Mmm,” Alara hummed in agreement, her inner muscles clenching around my girth.
We’d had sex just the night before, but she knew exactly what I meant.
“Fuck, you feel good. You’re squeezing me so damn tight I can barely breathe.”
I held her hips in a bruising grip as I began to move.
“Oh, Booker. Yes, yes!” Her body tensed, her channel milking my cock as I sped up. “Harder!”
“Fuck, kitten,” I gritted through clenched teeth. “Even pregnant, you’re always begging to be filled.”
“I need to come, Booker.”
The base of my spine tingled, and I knew I wasn’t gonna last much longer either.
I pulled out and swiftly flipped us over, settling her astride my body. “Spread your thighs, kitten. I want to see where my baby is growing while I make you come.”
She did as she was told, sinking back down on my cock with her legs open wide, giving me a perfect view of my shaft sliding into her pink, swollen heaven.
“Let go, kitten,” I growled.
Alara dropped her head back and screamed my name as she shattered. The spasms rippled around my dick, pushing me over the edge.
Afterward, I cuddled her close and ran my fingertips lightly down her back, then gently cupped her ass. She let out a little hiss of pain, glaring at me when she spotted the smirk on my lips.
I raised a brow, silently reminding her that she only had herself to blame.
Her shoulders slumped, and she sighed. “Yeah, yeah.”
I chuckled as she settled back into my embrace.
“Rest for a bit, kitten.” I brushed a light kiss against her temple. “You’ll need your strength for what I have planned.”
