But I didn’t let him finish. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down, crashing my lips against his. Jude made a surprised sound against my mouth, but then his hands ca up to cup my face as he kissed back intensely. After a few monts he started to pull away, and I wouldn’t have that. I imdiately wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed myself closer, deepening the kiss and letting my tongue slide against his.
He groaned low in his throat, and I felt the vibration of it against my lips. His hands slid down from my face to my waist, and before I could process what was happening, he was gently nudging up from the chair and guiding toward our bedroom, our lips never breaking contact.
When we reached the bed, he carefully laid down on it, but I refused to release my hold on him, pulling him down on top of . I ground my hips up against his and felt his arousal pressing against through our clothes. The friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body, and I couldn’t stop the breathy moan that escaped.
Jude groaned again, this ti sounding almost pained, and I could see the tension in his jaw as he braced himself on his forearms above , being so careful not to put any of his weight on my belly.
"Sweetheart," he called softly, and his voice was strained as if he were holding himself back.
"Yes, Jude?" I gave him a seductive smile as I rolled my hips against his again.
His eyes dilated slightly and his pupils were blown wide with desire as he remained careful not to crush . "You’re pregnant," he said softly, but his gaze was scorching hot like lava that wanted to erupt.
I released a choking sound at his words and deliberately pressed my core against the hard bulge in his pants, feeling my body tingle with need as I continued to grind on him. "But I want you, Jude," I mumbled, making sure my breath tickled against his ear. I could see goosebumps rising on his nape, and I smiled because I knew exactly what I was doing to him. "I want you so badly."
Damn. The doctor had warned him that pregnancy hormones would make her extra horny and that he needed to be careful. But how the hell could he be careful when she was looking at him like that, touching him like that, grinding against him like that? Every shred of his carefully maintained control wanted to fly right out the window.
He kissed slowly then deepened it as he started to pull away again. I yanked him back down and mumbled against his lips, my eyes searching his.
"Don’t you want anymore?" I asked in a low, vulnerable tone even though I could literally feel how much he wanted pressing hard against my thigh. But I’d gladly use this manipulation to get what I wanted right now because I was needy and it had been a long ti since we’ve been intimate.
His eyes widened in shock, and he shook his head frantically. "No, never!" he said vehently. "Why wouldn’t I want you?”
I looked away like I was hurt. "Because you keep pulling away from . You haven’t touched in weeks, Jude. You won’t—"
"Fuck!" he cursed loudly, cutting off. "I—" The words seed to get stuck in his throat, and then he said, "Fuck it!" and crashed his mouth against mine like his last breath of air, like he’d been starving for weeks.
Yet even in his arousal he was still so gentle with . His hands trailed over my body as if I were so delicate heirloom. He kissed down my neck and across my collarbone, trailing wet kisses on my skin while whispering how beautiful I was, how perfect, how much he loved .
His hands worked to remove my clothes piece by piece, taking his ti to appreciate every newly exposed bit of skin. When he finally had naked beneath him, he just stared down at for a long mont, his eyes roaming over my body with reverence and desire that made squirm.
"You’re so fucking beautiful," he breathed. "Every part of you.”
Then he was kissing again, kissing every inch of my body, paying special attention to my swollen breasts and my rounded belly, worshipping with his mouth, hands, and tongue until I was writhing beneath him and begging for more.
When he finally positioned himself at my entrance and slowly pushed inside, I groaned at the stretch, at the feeling of being filled after so long without this. He entered so gently and slowly, moving at an agonizingly slow pace.
"Go faster," I moaned breathlessly. "I can take it, Jude, please."
But he shook his head, and I could see the war happening behind his eyes as they flashed between amber and gold. He was fighting every instinct he had, his desire to keep safe battling against his wolf’s need to claim his mate hard and fast.
"Give what I want," I muttered against his ear before kissing and licking at his neck, finding that spot just below his ear that always drove him crazy. Then I bit down gently, and he absolutely lost it.
"Fuck, sweetheart!" he cursed, and in one swift motion, he pulled out and flipped over onto my hands and knees, positioning so there was no pressure on my belly but he could take deeper from behind.
Then he slamd back inside , and I scread as he imdiately set a fast pace, his hips snapping against mine hard and fast, exactly what I’ve been craving. His hands gripped my hips tightly, fingers digging into my flesh as he fucked with an intensity that had seeing stars.
"Fuck! Yes! Right there!" I cried out as he hit that spot inside over and over. "Don’t stop, please don’t stop!" I chanted.
Jude groaned behind , long and wrecked, and I could tell he was lost in the mont, fucking senseless, just like I’d wanted. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with our desperate moans and gasps and the headboard banging rhythmically against the wall.
I could feel my orgasm building, that coil of pleasure tightening low in my belly, and I pushed back against him, eting him thrust for thrust. "I’m close," I panted. "Jude, I’m so close—"
"Co for , sweetheart," he growled and reached around to circle my clit with his fingers. "Let feel you."
That was all it took. I ca apart with a scream, my whole body shaking as waves of intense pleasure crashed over . My inner walls clenched around him, and I heard him curse behind .
When his own release hit him monts later, I felt him try to pull out, but I wasn’t having any of that. I wrapped my legs back around him as best I could from this angle and pulled him deeper, smirking dazedly over my shoulder.
He ca inside with a long groan, his hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside . He collapsed forward carefully, breathing hard against my back, both of us trembling and covered in sweat.
After a mont, he gently pulled out and helped roll over onto my back. He was breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath, when his eyes caught sothing, and his expression imdiately shifted to panic.
I realized he must have seen wince slightly when I moved because my muscles were a bit sore. It wasn’t bad at all, just the pleasant ache that ca after really good sex.
"Fuck! "He looked stricken. "I’m so sorry, sweetheart; I hurt you. I shouldn’t have—"
But I just grinned up at him, feeling thoroughly fucked in the best way possible. "I loved it," I said honestly and kissed his jaw softly. Then I slowly rolled my hips against him suggestively. "In fact... I think I can go again."
His eyes widened in shock and disbelief.
“Best valentine gift ever.”
***
Before we knew it, we found ourselves in the pack doctor’s office the next morning being chided about taking it easy on my human body during pregnancy. Jude looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole, feeling like an irresponsible mate who couldn’t take care of properly.
But I just sat there grinning the entire ti because it had been absolutely worth it.
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