Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 188 – Messages Home

Selene

“What do you mean, you’re working with Frederic?” | de mand, not believing my own ears.

“He wants to help.” Helene insists, rubbing my arms in an attempt to soothe me.

“Helene, he tried to destroy our lives.” I remind her, “he let Arabella try to kill me, he murdered Gabriel and tried to assas inate Bastien, he locked his own mother in a basement and would gladly do the same to me.”

“Yes, he did.” Helene agrees, “you’re right. But he’s also in love with you.”

“Oh please,” | scoff, “He doesn’t even know the meaning of the word.”

“Which isn’t his fault.” Helene reminds me sternly, “And beggars can’t be choosers. We need all the help we can get.” She glances at the door, making me worry she senses some one coming – someone my keen ears cannot hear. “I’m not saying I trust him or think you should befriend him when this is all over,” she continues. “I’m simply arguing that right now we don’t have a lot of options, and whatever schemes he might get up to the rest of the time, he’s saved you once be fore.”

“So you’re saying we don’t have a choice.” | summarize bleakly.

“He’s the one who connected me to the rebels,” She re

minds me, “and they’re Bastien’s ticket to freedom.”

“Fine.” I agree sullenly. “But I don’t like it.”

“Your objection is noted.” Helene smiles warmly. “I need to be going soon. Is there anything you need?”

Wracking my brains, | skip past all my pleas for a rescue and hopes to be reunited with Bastien, and land on the task which can actually be accomplished in the little time we have. “Can you get a message to Drake and Aiden?” | request, “tell them what’s going on, send Lila my love.”

eyeing me as I work myself up to tears thinking about my poor pup. “Don’t worry,

I sniffle, “whatever

Sophie

sheets pooled

moments ago he’d been flicking my swollen clit with his talented tongue and thrusting his skilled fingers into my clenching sheath, rubbing against my

purrs, sending

“Stop teasing me!” I beg, shamelessly thrusting my hips towards

making me feel as if I’ll go

“I don’t tease you this

claiming my lips in a deep kiss, “That’s because I’m in charge, little lamb. Your pleasure belongs to me.” He declares when we part,

good!” I argue, batting my lashes. “I de

slyly, lowering his head to my breast and sucking my taut nipple into his mouth. I arch into his touch, tangling my fin gers into his dark hair in an attempt to hold him in place. It doesn’t do any good, instead he simply switches breasts, lav ing the same attention on the

my thighs together to relieve the ache at their apex, but Drake’s powerful body is trapped

you, baby.” He croons, stroking my hip.

bedroom, but I hate it when he makes me wait this way, espe cially since our time is increasingly limited these days. I love Lila, but finding time to make love

fast to do it, so Drake continues tormenting me as if he has all the time in the world. As far as he’s concerned my body is his per sonal playground, and he’s determined to keep

my needy sex, stroking and kissing me in all the right places. Before long I’m writhing and begging in his arms, and Drake finally takes pity on

teasing his head against my entrance. I whimper, grasping his hips and trying to pull him inside me. “Greedy girl.” He croons,

please!” | exclaim again,

rumbles, flashing his fangs and finally thrusting into me and spearing me to the hilt. I was so worked up that this was all it took. Throwing my head back with a cry of relief, my tight inner

slamming his hips into mine and watch ing me like a starving man might stare at a juicy steak. “God

cling to my mate as he claims me roughly, rolling his hips into mine and rub bing the flared mushroom head of his huge member into that sensitive spot inside me. His fierce thrusts send me crashing into orgasm two more times before he finishes inside me with a satisfied groan, capturing my mouth

continues thrusting into me as we both come down, slowing his speed to a gentle rocking motion as our tongues tangle deliriously. No sooner has he rolled off of me and pulled me halfway onto his chest, that a knock sounds on our door, and Lila’s little voice travels through the wood to our

be right there, Lila bean!” Drake replies, his voice still husky