CHAPTER 38. STAY WITH ME
HARA
Waking up with a wince at the pricking pain from my lower abdomen, I slowly untwine my eyelashes. My blurry visions caught sight of the moonlight gleaming through the blinds.
My wince grew into a painful cry. The contracting pain was killing me, and I knew I had to call the doctor or visit the hospital. It was an oh-so-familiar pain, that was the aftermath of the waistband I use to conceal my growing baby bump. It was having a greater negative effect on me, than whatever help it was designed for.
Again, I shut my eyes, trying to remember how I ended up on my bed. The last thing I remembered was returning from the mall, went to grab a few things. And then the pain had hit, and I'd lost my footing. I was gonna hit the ground, but it seems I didn't. What happened?
My cries erupted. I had to take off the waistband before it successfully took out all the air in my lungs.
Reaching to undo the waistband, I find out it's gone. What? My fingers frantically went around my waist and it wasn't just my waistband I was missing, my clothes and panties were gone too. Just a duvet was draped over my naked body. Panic seized me and I hurriedly sat up. The duvet fell to my waist, revealing my plumped boobs.
The strong, mesmerizing scent clogged my nostrils, setting my insides on fire. A sudden desperation hit and I was dying to know where the scent came from. My wandering gaze landed on the man, gracefully fitted on my couch, giving it more elegance than it had.
It's been proven, I just lost my mind. Seeing mirages of the Alpha-Prince was the icing to my insanity. Blinking my eyes rapidly, I looked away. Hopefully, my mirages would phase out.
I bothered myself with trying to dig up memories of when I'd undressed. But I had none. I couldn't recall.
The low guttural howl from the corner had me flinch in fright. I turned and he wasn't sitting anymore, he was standing a few inches away from my bed. I wasn't sure anymore if this was a mirage or my reality. A mirage wouldn't depict him with all his god-like gait, and in a shirt with folded sleeves and missing a few buttons, revealing the alluring dark hairs on his taut chest.
“Oh Goddess,“ I gave an involuntary gasp, shaking my head to rid myself of this insanity. There was no way the Alpha-Prince would be in here. It was against all logic.
Firm hands around my wrist had me stilled into a panicked form. He knelt beside me, his eyes taking me in from head down to my boobs. It lingered there, his lips parted sensually.
“Are you – real?“ my quivering tone was the only one I could afford at the moment.
His lips curled into a small smirk, and his eyes trailed up to my face. “Yes, Queen. I am.“ he said in that husky tone that gets you damn wet and yearning for some touch.
“Queen?“ I repeated, unsure if I heard right and dazzled by the twinkling in his eyes.
“Yes, Queen.“ His gaze left my face and trailed down, stopping midway. “Queen of my heart,“ he leaned in and nuzzled my right nipple, giving it a soft bite afterward.
I gasped, fisting my bed sheet and throwing back my head at the great surge of pleasure invading my nerves.
“Watching the steady rise and fall of your boobs was driving me nuts. You got succulent nipples. I'll give everything to worship them every day, but today's not that day.“ He finished in a hush-whisper, bringing up the duvet and covering my boobs with it.
My heart was bursting against my chest in excitement. My pussy was wet, and the smell of my arousal wafted from under the sheets. I was hungry for this man, and for the first time, I wanted to shamelessly admit it.
There was no denying it, I missed him like crazy. At first, I wasn't sure. He was just a stranger who'd been all shades of strange from the first day we met. A stranger who left a lasting imprint when he walked out of my door. A stranger who invaded my nightmares, and rescued me from Roland's torture. He was a stranger, but my heart beats for him in a way that makes him feel much more than that. Not seeing him for so long sparked up a lot of emotions, especially my hunger to be fucked by him.
He stood, taking a few steps backward and my heart slumped. Tears clogged my vision and I blinked them down.
“Hey, Queen, what's wrong?“ he was next to me again, back on his knees, wiping my tears with his fingers.
“Nothing–“ I mumbled. I was finding it damn hard to say the words that circled the tip of my tongue, “What are you doing here?“
“I came to see you. I was gonna come inside but I saw you outside. You were in so much pain and fell unconscious in my arms.“
“So you carried me inside,“ I finished and he nodded. That explains why I have no memories of walking in here on my own.
“Did you undress me?“ my cheeks flushed at the question.
“I had to. The waistband was gonna kill you and your tightly fitted jeans weren't helping. Are you trying to get your baby killed?“
“What?“
“I checked your wardrobe. It was a long line of tightly fitted jeans. Waistbands. Waist belts. Nothing suitable for a pregnant woman. If you're not trying to kill your baby, then what are you trying to do?“
“Conceal it.“ I said, hating the route this conversation just took. It was making me get all defensive about my pathetic situation. The last thing I needed was to be judged and called out.
His brows creased in what seemed like confusion. “I don't understand. Why would you wanna conceal your pregnancy?“
“Tongues are gonna wag if my baby bump shows, yet I have no mate with me. People will view me differently, and society will give their judgments. I'll be tagged as a floozie. And I'm a stranger here, so they might want me gone, so I won't be a bad role model to the young ones,“
“So you'd rather kill your baby than let them judge you?“
“I'm not trying to kill my baby,“
“Not intentionally, no. But your actions are putting your child at great risk. And for once, I'd appreciate it if you backed off a fucking second and fucking think. Whatever you do, people are always gonna have their opinions. Don't be a fucking asskisser and just do what you gotta do.“
For someone getting scolded, I was rather thrilled. It was the first time someone cared enough to scold me for not taking good care of myself. It was a good feeling, definitely the best coming from him.
“I understand you're having it rough, Queen, but I know you're strong and can stomach whatever harsh words you get. You gotta be strong for your child.“ His hand caressed my stomach through the duvet, and in a matter of seconds, the pain ceased.
I flashed him a surprised look, “What did you do to me?“
“I sucked up all your pains. Can't bear seeing you hurting. Would have done it a lot sooner, but you have to be awake for it to work,“
“You got powers?“
“Yeah, just like you heard, right?“ he chuckled, revealing his nice dentition.
Turns out the rumors about him I heard back when I was still at Red Moon pack were true. He did have extra powers, keeping him on a pedestal above other Alphas.
“Yeah, just like I heard.“ I mumbled. “Does that mean every rumor about you is true?“
“Hell no! I'm not losing my goddamn mind as the media said. I didn't run an innocent man over. He was guilty of the worst sin a werewolf would ever commit. He deserved death and I gave it to him. That's it,“ He said in a heartbeat.
Hearing him say those words got rid of whatever doubts were creeping in about him. I smiled, feeling more relaxed. “I believe you,“
“You do?“ He breathed out, raking his fingers through his hair. “You got no fucking idea how tensed I was a second ago. Scared you were gonna throw me out like you did the last time,“
“I'm sorry about that. I was just terrified. Your wolf clung to me and called me Mate. That shit was scary as hell. I already have a mate,“
'For someone who already had a mate, why was my heart beating at such a pace for another man?' My conscience pricked me.
He bowed his head, not saying a word. I feared my words might have struck a nerve and that got me uneasy.
”Alpha–Prince…“ My words were sealed up in a sudden, deep kiss. He crushed his lips against mine, and cupped my face with his hands, tilting my head back to get more access. His tongue explored my insides and while I was yet to meet his pace, I felt a rush of pleasure as his fingers rubbed the duvet against my wet pussy.
Caught in a pinnacle of pleasure, I was fighting to get my mind back on track. My hand went around his neck, holding him down. His arms firmly wrapped around my waist, and his movement around my pussy increased.
”Ohh…fuck…” I moaned, loving just what he was doing to me. Yes, there was no pretense to this. It's been a while since my pussy got some love. And I hated that he was being modest and just rubbing through the duvet. I needed his fingers on my pussy, not the way he was doing it. He covered my mouth with his, muffling all my moans.
He broke the kiss, but our faces still lingered around each other. Staring deep into my eyes, he stroked my clit through the duvet. He smirked as I moaned out loud, thrusting my hips forward for more.
“It's Ryder, not Alpha-Prince,“ He husked, nibbling my lower lip. “And this is as far as I can go with you.“
“Why?“ the question tore out of my mouth. I searched his eyes with dripping desire.
”I'm leaving tomorrow. If I fuck you tonight, I can't leave. And don't forget, you were in pain a while ago. I wouldn't wanna add to it,“
“I don't care. I–uh–I…“ again, I was finding it hard to say the words. To tell him that 'i wanted him to fuck me'. I don't give a damn If he assumed me to be his mate or if fucking him would seem like I was confirming his assumptions. I just wanted him inside of me, more than I ever wanted anyone. What has he done to me to make me want him this much?!
“You should get some rest, Queen.“ He withdrew from me, releasing my hold around his neck. “Goodnight,“ He lowered and gave a long kiss to both my nipples. It gave me a burning sensation and I wished he went a little lower.
“Stay with me,“ I blurted out in panic as he took steps heading for the door. He turned with arched brows, questioning my words. “Just until I fall asleep,“
“I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else.“ He obliged with a smile, taking a seat on the couch.
I laid down and kept my gaze fixed on him. He was returning my stares with eyes burning with lust and pleasure. When he wasn't staring at my face, his eyes went to my boobs. I'd shifted the duvet a little lower on purpose, giving his eyes enough to keep them entertained while I try to fall asleep.
With his crooked smile being the last of him I saw, my eyes went shut as I drifted off to dreamland.