Chapter 197
Fiona
Ethan’s lips.
His hands.
The way his chest vibrates against mine.
How he digs his fingers into my ass and pulls me impossibly closer as we kiss.
It all sends me into a spiral of pleasure and has me forgetting the pain. Everything is washed away by the fact that we are finally together.
“Down,” Ethan murmurs against my lips just before his hands slide down my waist. My body follows his command until I’m laying on a soft, warm surface. Then, his lips are on mine, his body hovering over mine, and his hands roaming my body again.
I moan at the feeling, arching into his touch as his fingers push my shirt up and over my head.
“E-Ethan,” I mewl. “I need you.”
Need slams into my body when his lips plant soft kisses across the tops of my breasts. I try again to arch into him, to move and guide him to where I want him, but he just growls and laces our hands together. He pins me to the bed, growling softly.
“Fiona. My mate,” he rumbles, and I gasp at the scape of his teeth against my neck. “I can’t live without you. Stay with me. Be my mate.”
Nodding, I lift my head and find Ethan already looking down at me. I can’t seem to get any words out, so I pull him in and kiss him. Our bodies meld together, his pressing mine into the mattress while mine lifts to meet his.
Ethan’s fingers work quickly to get rid of my clothes, and mine work equally as fast, but I get distracted by his body. Everywhere he touches, tingles, bringing that sense of pleasure higher and higher.
I can’t keep my eyes off Ethan, watching as he slides down my body, bites the band of my panties, and slowly pulls them down my legs. His eyes flash gold just before his tongue swipes a hot, wet line up my inner thigh.
My hips buck on their own, and I gasp.
“You’re mine, little mate.”
Those words and that nickname send a jolt of anticipation through my body, but what has me tensing up and gripping the sheets is Ethan crawling between my legs. He nudges my knees apart, using his shoulders to prop my legs up as he kisses and bites softly on my inner thigh.
“Ah!” I whine, my lower back coming off the bed when his tongue swipes up my pussy. Heat builds in my pussy with every flick of his tongue, the sensation building like electricity that doesn’t have an outlet.
His hands on my thighs keep me from rocking against his tongue, and soon, I nearly scream when he pulls away.
“Don’t st-top. Please don’t—Ah!” I cry out as he brings his tongue and this time, his fingers to my wet heat. I whimper, trying to move my hips, to force his tongue to go faster, to make him do something… anything to relieve the building pleasure.
“Do you want me, Fiona?”
A finger circles my clit, making me shriek and clutch at the sheets beneath me.
“Hmm? I won’t let you come until you say you’re mine,” Ethan growls, the vibrations rolling through my body and making me shake.
“I want you!” I scream, “I’m yours. All yours!”
Another rumble shakes me as he slides one, then two fingers into me. His fingers and tongue working together are too much, sending me over the edge with another cry.
“Oh, fuck. I-I need it, Ethan,” I pant, bucking into his fingers and needing more. “I need… I need…”
“What do you need, Fiona?”
Shaking my head, thrash against the bed, unable to speak. But when he stops, I almost begin crying.
“Don’t stop!”
“Then tell me what you need.”
“I-I need you to… to…” His touch falls away from my body completely, which pulls a needy whine from me as I say, “I need you to fuck me!”
Before I can say anything else, Ethan is over me, pulling my hips up and entering me. He slides into my slick heat, filling me in the best way and making me cry out with relief. Then he’s moving, and I’m clinging onto him as we both ride the waves of pleasure.
My fingers dig into his shoulders, and his fingers dig into my sides, griping me and moving me with the power and speed of a hungry man.
“Fuck. Fiona, you’re mine,” Ethan growls, picking up his pace and making me cry out.
“E-Ethan!” I fall apart the moment his fingers find my clit again, breaking into a million pieces as he roars above me.
Curling into Ethan’s side, I lay my head on his chest and just listen to the soft thump of his heart. It’s steady and strong, relaxing me as I finally come down from the highs of sex.
“I’m sorry I pushed you to run from me, Fiona. I should have listened to what you wanted like a good mate,” Ethan mutters after a moment of silence. I glance up at him to find he’s already looking at me.
“I can say the same,” I tell him. “I should have given you more time to explain and trusted that you had our best interests at heart.”
“Why don’t we agree to communicate openly about everything from now on,” he suggests.
Pushing up on my forearms, I kiss his lips softly, whispering, “Deal.”
“Deal,” he murmurs back, “Because, Fiona, you are the most important thing in this world, and I will never lose you so even if I have to give up the Alpha King title—”
Sitting up, I put my hand over his mouth to stop his next words. Just the idea that he would give up so much for me has me wanting to kiss him again, but I don’t. I sit up on my knees and look Ethan directly in his eyes.
“I don’t want you to give the title up for me. All of your hard work and sacrifice over the years shouldn’t be for nothing.”
I can feel Ethan smile against my hand, and after staring at me for a second, he gently pulls my hand away.
“It wouldn’t be for nothing. I’d still have you and that, in itself, would be worth more than a thousand crowns.”
That warm, melty, fuzzy feeling expands in my chest, making tears prick at the back of my eyes. He means it. The serious glint in his eyes tells me he really does see me the way he describes, and in this moment, I know I want to be with him forever.
“I’m the most important?” I ask, knowing he needs to know about the baby. We promised to communicate, and I want to stay with Ethan, so I won’t keep this from him.
“Always.”
“What about the baby?” I whispers, taking his hand and laying it on my flat belly. There isn’t a bump yet, since its still so early, but the baby is there. Just under the surface and growing.
For a second, Ethan sits there stunned. His eyes flick from my face to his hand, and he becomes fully focused on my midsection. He doesn’t blink and doesn’t move, even when I wave a hand in front of his face.
“A baby? You’re… We’re…” he stares at my stomach while stumbling over his words. I smile at the cute, shocked reaction. Then, I lay my hand over his.
“Our baby.”
“Our baby,” Ethan repeats softly.
Whatever happens from here on out, we’ll be together. Me, Ethan, and our baby.
