The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 287 – Weeks to Wait

“Liar,” I murmur, glancing at him over my shoulder as he positions himself against my center, running his head up and down my s*x, teasing me. “You haven’t been starving. You’ve been f*cking me in my dreams. Wasn’t that enough to keep the hunger at bay?”

He chuckles lowly, bringing his cock back to my center and slowly beginning to press into me.” You tell me,” he says, gasping as he goes. “When I f*ck you in your dreams, does it feel anything like this?

And suddenly I’m gasping too as he starts to fill me, my vision flooded with stars as I press my eyes shut and moan into the fabric of my pillow. Every inch of him stretches me, feeling like an unending fullness as I feel the swell of his head making room for the rest of him on its path deeper inside me. The sensation rips through me like a storm, the pleasure of it and my hips buck against him, urging him on, needing more

Sinclair gives a rough shudder as he finishes seating his length deep inside me. Then, he rocks his hips back, making me groan anew to feel him pull out an inch, and then slam again home. Sinclair wraps himself closer around me, one hand finding my breast as he repeats the action again and again, a rough, feral pounding over which neither of us have control. The sensation builds in me as his other hand slips over my hip, pressing against my swollen and greedy clit, and I cry out as he presses me there, increasing his pace as he does.

“I’m sorry,” he grits through his teeth, completely undone by the intensity of this after months of wanting, and abstaining, and holding back. “F*ck, Ella, I’m sorry – I can’t last – you’re so f*cking

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And then he gives a final spasm and a cry and I feel him spill loose in me, the sensation warm and thick and rich, and the thought of it – of him bursting thick spurts of hot cum inside of me – makes me spill over, my orgasm making me rock my hips back hard against him, forcing him deeper against that favorite place inside of me that makes me shake and shiver.

We lay there for awhile, spent, my back pressed against his chest, panting quietly. “Ella,” he whispers after a moment, my name barely audible on his breath. “Are you…are you all right?”

I nod my head, my eyes closed, letting my body feel the afterthought of the shivers that still run through me from head to toe.

he says, shaking my shoulder a

and I

But…

groan, suddenly disappointed. “No, no change, Dominic,” I whisper, turning to give him a little pout.

and giving me a feral grin. “We’ll just have

be with my mate like this again, but if the point of all this to somehow shake this baby loose? “I don’t know, Sinclair,” I say, running a hand over my stomach. “I’m not feeling anything like labor. I think

a little happy shrug, unperturbed at the idea. “Fine by me,” he murmurs, beginning to kiss his way down my body. “Just gives me more

way down my body. I suppose he’s right though – even if we do have weeks to wait, at least we can give the term “bed rest” a

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course, some of it is. But a great deal of our time is spent just holding each other close, letting our bodies fall into their old rhythms together, our breath and heartrates aligning in a way they haven’t been

I wake up. It’s not that I don’t want him there tonight

ease them, but I only feel the ache grow deeper. I gasp a little as a

I’m very gassy, maybe? Or starting my period?

when the ache begins again, this time deep and echoing through my muscles. I give a little gasping cry as the pain continues through my back and travels down the inside of

worried. “I’m okay,” I murmur, giving him a look over my

and smiling at him. “Maybe that our afternoon wasn’t such a waste after all.” I give

down at my abdomen, fascinated. Then he looks up at me, curious. Did