Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 17 Indulge in Passion

I’m barely able to drag him inside and up to our room. He’s stumbling and swaying like a drunk, but he’s also determined to get his hands on me, attempting to remove my clothes multiple times as we ascend the stairs to the top floor.

I swat him away every time, ignoring his admonishing growls. When we finally enter our apartment I don’t even make it two steps inside before I’m trapped between Bastien and the door.

Bastien’s mouth slams down on mine with crushing force. The violent fervor of his lips devastate my senses as his arms wind around my body, pulling me close and lifting my feet off the floor. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, clinging to him like the lifeline he is.

He devours me, body and soul. His lips blaze a scorching path over my skin as he strips me bare, his powerful hands stroking and kneading my flesh so forcefully it seems he’s trying to fuse our bodies together.

I throw myself into his embrace just as passionately, slanting my mouth beneath his to deepen the kiss. His tongue delves into my mouth, coaxing mine out of hiding to tangle with his. Bastien groans with pleasure as my hips rock intuitively against his, and the world around me fades.

I melt into his arms, giving myself over to the heady rush of desire. His lips claim every bare inch of skin they can reach, his teeth nipping my delicate skin, only to be followed by the soothing caress of his tongue.

My heart feels full to bursting and my lungs feel empty of air. I breathe Bastien in, knowing he is the only cure for the ache. The bittersweet pang of love and imminent loss consumes me; another last kiss. Another last chance to be with the man who gave meaning to my life when it seemed all was lost.

The tears fall without my permission.

They slide down my heated cheeks before I can stop them, and I know the moment Bastien scents them. His pulls away from me abruptly, concern and regret written plainly across his face. “It’s nothing.” I promise, but he isn’t convinced.

“I’m sorry.” Bastien professes gutturally, looking absolutely beside himself as he sets my feet on the ground and shifts away.

I try to follow him but he holds out his hand, stopping me from coming near. “Don’t.” He orders, “Please don’t make this any harder.”

A frigid draft of air sweeps over me, freezing my blood. “I don’t understand.”

“I can’t be near you.” He growls, eyes flashing. “You’re making it worse.”

“Bastien”

do this. It will ruin everything.”

is on, is sending him into rut, and I was merely the closest female – but not the one he

offer, hating the

grimaces, “She’s still in the

my

“Stop apologizing.” Bastien growls.

you want me to go?” I ask in a small

almost feel relieved until he adds, “You

stairs, and I slide to the floor of my foyer. My tears fall unhindered now, grief and rejection egged on by my seething hormones. Confusion and anger surge through me as I try to figure out

the world is crumbling beneath my feet. My marriage is over, my husband – the love of my life wants nothing to do with me. My pack hates me for the crimes someone else committed against me, and I’m pregnant with a child that has already survived one

rejection ceremony, but it’s beginning to feel like I need to move up my

drag him inside and up to our room. He’s stumbling and swaying like a drunk, but he’s also determined to get his hands on me, attempting to remove my clothes multiple times as we

admonishing growls. When we finally enter our apartment I don’t even make it two steps inside

with crushing force. The violent fervor of his lips devastate my senses as his arms wind around my body, pulling me close and lifting my feet off the

over my skin as he strips me bare, his powerful hands

beneath his to deepen the kiss. His tongue delves into my mouth, coaxing mine out of hiding to tangle with

claim every bare inch of skin they can reach, his teeth

my lungs feel empty of air. I breathe Bastien in, knowing he is the only cure for the ache. The bittersweet pang of love and imminent loss consumes me; another

tears fall

can stop them, and I know the moment Bastien scents them. His pulls away from me abruptly,

as he sets my feet

but he holds out his hand, stopping me from coming near. “Don’t.” He orders, “Please