Page 82 of Fated Alpha Baby

“Would you like to climb in? I’ll go out—”

Hannah presses a finger to my lips to silence me. “I’m only getting in if you’re joining me.”

I raise my brows as my palms flatten on the small of her back, and I pull her flush against me now, drinking in the scent she exudes. Even with the masking ointment on her neck, I can still smell her scent, her pheromones filling the air, filling my airways and intoxicating my being.

“If that’s what you want, that’s what you will have, my love. Your wish is my command.”

This prompts Hannah to lean down and kiss me passionately, moaning on my lips as if begging me to stick my tongue in. When I do, I begin peeling her clothing off, taking off each layer between kisses until she’s standing in nothing but her panties.

I start peppering kisses down her neck, then between her breasts, moving down to her belly until I’m at the waistband of her panties. I stop to drink in the scent between her thighs, the scent of her arousal, my fingers sliding over her crotch.

The cotton fabric is soaked through with her slick, and I groan as my pants suddenly become too tight when my erection grows. Her soft, supple body in my hands feels exquisite, and as I peel her panties down her thighs, I replace the drenched material with my mouth.

Hannah cries out from pleasure as her head tilts, her back arching into the ministrations of my tongue as I lap up her warm, wet slick, hands kneading the mounds of her rear as she rocks to the rhythm of my tongue.

“Oh, Conan…” she whimpers, and her body tenses as she crawls toward climax. That’s when I push a single finger through her tight hole, her aching walls convulsing around the digit with desperation.

“Hm…” I hum against her clit, feeling how her walls tighten again, flooded and on the brink of coming.

“I’m gonna…I’m so close…hng!” she mewls when her orgasm hits her, her body shuddering in my hands, cradling her waist. She digs her nails into my shoulders, and if I weren’t still wearing my sweater, she might have drawn blood.

I hold her tightly, letting her ride the wave of climax in my arms. When she recovers, panting against the top of my head, I press a kiss in the valley of her breasts, and she moves her head back and giggles nervously.

“Wow…that was…” Her voice tapers off, and she bites her bottom lip as she blushes.

“We’re not done, Hannah,” I drawl with a mischievous chuckle as I slowly get to my feet, hands still on her waist.

She steps out of her panties, pooled around her ankles, and moves back so I can undress.

Once we’re both naked, I climb into the bathtub and help her in. We move in tandem, blending fluidly as I sink into the warm bath, and she straddles my lap.

We’re kissing again, passionately, sloppily, as she slides onto my cock and I hold her waist to guide her into a rhythmic rocking motion. She’s so tight, so wet, so warm, her walls hugging my cock, pulsing and milking me with every stroke.

“Fuck…” I groan, pulling back to stare into her eyes. She slows down, and we share a moment that feels like a lifetime has gone by.

Forever.

I have the unique privilege, the honor, of having her by my side for the rest of my life. And a wave of emotion washes over me.

“I love you, Hannah,” I whisper, and she smiles, touching my face and tracing my bearded jawline.

“I love you, too, Conan,” she returns, and my heart swells.

No matter what is going on in our lives, we have each other now, and that’s what will get us through. We’re stronger together, our love unbreakable, and I will spend forever protecting her, protecting our family.

Because Hannah Young will always remain the most important person in my life.

Epilogue - Hannah

One Week Later

Darkness swallows me whole. But unlike the first time I entered someone else’s mind, I am not afraid of it anymore.

I have learned that fear is exactly what creatures like this feed on. Fear makes you hesitate. Fear makes you lose sight of your purpose.

So, instead of letting fear take over, I cling to my intention.

Answers.