Alpha Ever After (Midnight Liaisons Book 5)

by Jessica Sims

  Fuck that. I’m a were-cougar. All shifters like the smell of sweat. I get up from the bed, put my hands on his hips, and lean in and press my mouth to his bared collar-bone to let him know just how much I like his scent. The taste of him is salty and I can’t seem to stop kissing all that glorious bronzed skin.

  He holds me tight against him, his hands burying in my hair as I taste his chest with my mouth. He’s not pushing me away - if anything, he wants more of my exploration.

  As I press small kisses along a tight, well-muscled pectoral, it occurs to me that I’ve only had sex once, and when I did, I was so lost in heat that it wasn’t even fun. It was more like…scratching an itch. There was no time for learning and playing and teasing. It seems a shame that one weirdly too-intense experience is going to be my only one with him. This time, I want it to be better, and it feels right that I’m doing it with Connor. Like we’ve come full circle once more, he and I.

  “Connor,” I breathe against his skin.

  He clenches my hair tight, and I realize he’s probably afraid I’m going to push him away. I nip at another sweaty patch of skin and moan softly when he jerks in response.

  I swirl my tongue against the spot I just bit and then look up at him. “Make it good for me this time?”

  He stiffens against me. Then, it sinks in what I’m asking and he reaches up and strokes my cheek. “Baby, I’m going to make it perfect for you.”

  I like the thought of that. I lift my head and his mouth claims mine again. The kiss is deeper, wetter this time. More intense. Asking me to give more of myself. To not hold back. I’m a little afraid, but at the same time, I’m reveling in being conquered by him. And when he demands more, I open my mouth for him, hungry for his touch.

  Connor’s hand goes to the neck of my dress. “I hate this thing,” he murmurs as his mouth presses quick against mine. “It shows too much of your gorgeous tits and that asshole kept staring the entire time.” He rips at the gown, and seams tear, the front sagging open.

  I gasp and try to pull it shut, because the bra I’m wearing is a hideous maternity bra. They don’t make them pretty, they make them beige and functional. My breasts tend to leak a little already and so I go for the extra padding. In addition, they’re swollen and sensitive and a lot bigger than the last time he touched me.

  “Don’t hide your body away, Savannah.” He gently tugs the material back out of my hands.

  “It’s changed a lot since the last time you saw it.”

  “I don’t care. I’ve been in love with you for years. I love you no matter what. You’re just as beautiful to me now as you were before.”

  I pause at his words. “You’ve been in love with me for years?” I only met him when I went into heat…didn’t I?

  He leans in to kiss me again, avoiding the question. His hand rips at the remainder of my dress until the front is falling off of me, and my horrible bra and rounded belly are revealed. I mentally cringe, waiting for Connor to comment on the stretch marks on my belly, the way my breasts strain against the ugly bra that’s already a little too small, the fact that my thighs are bigger than they used to be. He saw me naked at the picnic we went to together, but that was six weeks ago and forever in pregnancy-time. Things seem to change daily, and not for the better, and I worry my body’s no longer attractive.

  But he looks at me and then rubs his mouth, as if wiping away saliva. “God, you’re so gorgeous.”

  And I feel a little more confident with that. My mouth curls into a small smile and I tug the rest of the dress’s remnants off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “I’m wearing granny panties,” I tease.

  “I don’t care.” He bends down and kisses my belly. “Just means I get to rip them off you and not feel guilty.”

  “Do you feel guilty about my dress?” My voice sounds breathless, but I can’t help it. I’m getting all fluttery as he kisses his way down my belly. I can’t see what he’s doing down there, but I feel his lips brush against my skin as he moves lower, and I quiver with anticipation.

  “Not in the slightest,” he says and licks at my no-longer innie belly button. “You wore it just to piss me off.”

  Maybe I did. “Take confidence in my hideous undergarments that I never intended on going anywhere with the guy.”

  “Which is why I love seeing these granny panties,” he agrees, and then rips the sides of said panties so they fall to my feet. “Beautiful.”

  I squirm, because I feel him kiss the underside of my belly and I feel weird and awkward. I twist and grab at the back of my bra. “Maybe I should take this off—“

  Connor gets to his feet and there’s a look of concern on his gorgeous face. “Are you uncomfortable, baby?” He cups my face and kisses me. “You know I find you gorgeous, right?”

  I shrug and pretend to be reaching for my bra straps. In reality, I’m having a hard time finding the damn things. “I’m just not all that experienced, remember? And now my body looks all different—“

  He kisses my words away before I can finish them. “You’re beautiful and you’re mine, Savannah. I love everything about you.”

  There’s that love word again.

  Warm hands smooth down my back and he reaches behind me to find the twisted bra snaps that have been giving me such hell. He unhooks them so easily that I feel a tinge of worry that he’s done this sort of thing repeatedly before. Has Connor slept with a lot of women? Is my inexperience going to be woefully obvious? But then he kisses the side of my neck and all of the anxious thoughts fall away. Oh. I like my neck being kissed. A sultry little gasp escapes me and I cling to his shoulders.

  “You like that?”

  I nod and shiver as he brushes his lips against the cord of my neck again. I had no idea my neck was so sensitive, but it feels like…well, like he’s brushing his lips over every erogenous zone in my body with that tiny caress. He licks and sucks at my neck, and his teeth scrape against my skin. A throaty moan escapes me, and I want to die of embarrassment.

  But Connor doesn’t comment on the noises I’m making. He smooths my hair back over my opposite shoulder and presses another kiss to my neck. “Why don’t you lie back on the bed, baby? That way I can worship all of you.”

  Worship? An interesting word to use, but it makes me melt like chocolate in the sun. His hands slide away, carrying my ugly bra with it. I sit down on the edge of the bed, gazing up at him and waiting for him to touch me again. Already I’m craving more.

  The mattress sags as he sits next to me, and he moves in to kiss my neck again. Mmm. I cling to him and my fingers curl against his skin. One hand goes to his thigh and I knead it as as he licks and nibbles at my throat, holding my rounded body against his harder one.

  His mouth moves to my ear, and I think I might die from the pleasure. “Want me to take my jeans off?”

  I nod. I remember the feel of his hot skin against mine and I want that again.

  When Connor gets to his feet, he doesn’t move back. It puts him practically in my face as he slowly unzips his jeans and pushes them down, revealing boxer briefs with a large tent in front. My lips part as he kicks off the jeans and then drags the boxer briefs down after them. His cock bursts free from the fabric and I can’t stop staring. This is my first time up close and personal with Connor’s equipment. I’ve seen naked guys before; you can’t be a shifter and not get a close and personal look at every guy in your clan. But this is the first time I’ve really eyeballed a guy. Really, really eyeballed a guy up close.

  He notices me staring and bends down to take my hand in his. “You want to touch me?”

  I…kind of do. I admit I’m curious. His scent is thicker here, as if all his musky ‘Connor’ scent was concentrated in one area. I glance up at him but his face is impossible to read. Now’s probably not the time for virginal exploring but he doesn’t look as if he minds, so I shore up my courage and put my hand on him.

  His skin is scorching hot along his cock. Scorching hot, and velvety soft. I gently str
oke my fingers over his length, amazed. It feels a bit like steel under his skin, but I can smell his scent and hear the pounding of his pulse, so I know it’s all Connor. His length is thick, and I circle him with my fingers, trying to touch them on the underside. Can’t quite reach. I stroke him gently, noticing that the head of his cock is a little thicker than the rest, the crown prominent. Beads of pre-cum dew the darker skin. I reach out and touch one, and am surprised when Connor’s entire body shudders.

  I look up at him in surprise. Connor’s eyes are closed, face drawn. “Are you okay?”

  “Just feels…really good.” His hands are clenched at his sides. “Keep doing what you want. I’m fine.”

  Hmm. I rub my finger in the pre-cum, gliding it over the head of his cock until it’s gleaming wet. I…kind of want to lick it, but I hold off. I’m curious if I can get more reactions out of Connor. I slide my hand up and down his length slowly, almost thoughtfully, and then move down to his sac. They’re, well….balls. I guess. It’s not a particularly exciting or pretty part of a man, but I am fascinated at how soft the skin is under his pubic hair. I brush my fingertips over them and he shudders again. I look up and his jaw is clenched.

  This is…kind of fun, in a sadistic sort of way. I lightly rub one of his balls, then roll it in my hand, trying to elicit more of a reaction from him. When that doesn’t get much of a response, I go back to petting his cock. Sliding my hand up and down the underside makes him bite down a little harder on his lip, so I do that a few times before curling my hand around him again and then stroking his entire shaft.

  His hand closes over mine a moment later.

  “Too much?” I ask him, a little disappointed that playtime is over.

  “I’m going to explode on that pretty hand of yours if you don’t stop, and I want to come inside you.”

  Oh. Well, I want that, too. I pull my hand back and slide my fingers over his taut stomach, instead. Once upon a time, my stomach was as flat as his. Well, almost. I never had these fascinating six pack muscles.

  Connor’s hand goes to my shoulder and he gives it a nudge, indicating I should go onto my back.

  I clutch a hand to my stomach and shake my head.

  “You want to stop?” he asks.

  “Um, no. I just…pregnant women shouldn’t lie on their backs.” It’s one of the million things I’ve read I’m not supposed to be doing.

  His lips thin with concentration and then he reaches past me, grabs a few pillows, and then puts them down behind me. “What if you prop up?”

  I shrug. “I guess it’s fine?”

  “Good, because I intend on eating your pussy.” His eyes gleam. “So lie back for me.”

  I blink at his bold words, and feel a flush coming over my face. That was…direct. I bite my lip and lie back onto the pillows, though I feel a little weird, especially when Connor leans over me and helps me fluff them to just the right spot.

  When I’m reclining to his satisfaction, he leans in and kisses me again, his warm skin brushing over mine. I curl my arms around him, but he isn’t content to stay near my mouth. Instead, he continues to kiss downward, moving to my neck and then to my breasts. He brushes his knuckles over one, and watches the nipple pucker in response. “Your breasts are bigger.”

  I chuckle. “I don’t know if you noticed, but everything’s bigger.”

  He grins down at me, and for a moment his expression is so boyish that my heart squeezes. His thumb lightly flicks at my nipple and it goes from being an exciting sensation to too much sensation. I pull back a little, and Connor immediately slides a hand to my belly and caresses it instead. “Too sensitive?”

  “A bit,” I admit. “Some days are worse than others.” Today seems to be a sensitive day, which disappoints me. I wouldn’t mind a little more breast play.

  “Guess we’ll just have to do other things,” Connor says, and stands up. I feel weird looking up at him, because I’m propped up with all the pillows, naked, and my legs are hanging off the edge of the bed. I start to get up, but he drops to his knees in front of me and his big hands go to the tops of my thighs.

  Oh. Right. He’s going to eat my pussy.

  My entire body flutters with nervousness. All the pregnancy guides are clear that this sort of thing is fine, but I feel a little strange. Like a buffet laid up for his pleasure. I do my best not to wiggle as his hands stroke up and down my naked thighs and then he gently pushes them apart.

  I can’t see a friggin thing over the mountain of my belly. So I lie back and stare at the ceiling, trying not to squirm even though it feels like every nerve in my body is about to jump. I’m nervous. It seems silly to be nervous, but I am.

  Then, a finger rubs up and down the lips of my sex. A breathless moan escapes me, because I can feel how wet I am just from the way he rubs me.

  “You smell amazing,” Connor murmurs. “Can’t wait to bury my nose there and just drink in that sweet scent.”

  His words make me shiver, and my skin prickles at the mental image. It’s amazing how badly I want that. I need it.

  But he doesn’t do what he promises. Instead, he just continues to rub my wet, aching slit with a knuckle. I squirm, but he doesn’t move. He doesn’t do anything. Just rubs up and down as if waiting for something. My nipples are pearled and aching, and my hands clench in the bedsheets. A small “please” escapes me.

  That gets his attention. Connor growls low in his throat and then I feel him push apart the lips of my sex. His mouth is on me then, hot and wonderful, and I feel his tongue drag over my clit. My legs jerk in response and I suck in a breath. It feels incredible.

  “Put them over my shoulders, baby,” he tells me and nudges one leg. I do as he commands and one hand grips my hip to hold me steady. One of his fingers from his other hand penetrates me, and he begins to thrust with it while his tongue plays with my clit.

  Oh, god. It feels like sensory overload with all of that going on. My hips rock in time to the flicks of his tongue and my hand twists in the blankets, over and over. It’s like I need something to hold onto while he makes love to me with his mouth. My body’s so sensitive right now that I can tell it won’t take me long to come. Every time his finger pushes into me, his tongue flicks at just the right spot on my clit, dragging me higher and higher towards an inevitable orgasm. As if he has all the time in the world, Connor licks and sucks and dances his tongue along the hood of my clit, rubbing it in just the right ways that make me crazy with desire. The curls of need in my belly keep growing, until I’m practically riding his face with every thrust of his finger and keening with need. My hand clenches at the blanket hard, my fingernails dragging against the material.

  Then his hand that was holding my hip reaches out and takes mine. He holds my hand as he licks my pussy, and it’s the sweetest and most erotic thing I’ve ever felt. I come hard, my hand in his.

  He continues to lick me, his tongue moving over my pussy until I’m shuddering with each aftershock and feel the need to push him away. I release his hand - and feel rather empty as I do - and reach down to gently push him away. “Enough,” I say, breathless. “Please. Enough.”

  Connor slides out from under my limp legs and gets to his feet. His mouth gleams, wet, and he licks his lips as I watch, which sends another shudder of need through me. “That was beautiful.” His gaze devours me as I lie on the pillows, and I feel sated and sensual all at once. He leans over me and for a moment, I think he’s going to cover me with his body and we’ll get it on - which will be weird with my gigantic belly in the way.

  But he only reaches out and smooths my hair away from my flushed face. He carefully finger-combs it outward from my head, so I imagine it looks like a halo on the pillows. And then he gives me a small smile. “Did I ever tell you that you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen?”

  “I don’t know.” It’s hard to think when my brain is complete mush. I could cheerfully slither off this bed and land in a puddle at his feet and wouldn’t care one bit.

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nbsp; “Well, you are.” He leans in and kisses my forehead. “And I should get that shower.”

  I sit up as he turns and walks away, propping up on my elbows. “Um? Are we finished?”

  He glances over at me. “For now, we are.”

  “But we didn’t have sex.”

  A small smile curls his mouth. “Yeah, but you’re tired. Did I make you feel good?”

  A hot blush scorches my cheeks. “Any better and you’d probably have to scrape me off the floor.” His pleased look makes my insides curl with pleasure. “But what about you?”

  “It’s not always about me, Savannah. But I wouldn’t mind holding you while you sleep tonight, if that’s all right.”

  “Um, sure.”

  I watch as he heads into the bathroom, his ass flexing. There is no mistaking the enormous erection he has. But he’s right, I am tired. I mean, I’m kind of game for sex, too, but the baby kicks and I yawn and I pull myself up off the bed thinking maybe he has the right idea. We can have morning sex or something. As he starts the water, I replace the pillows on the bed, crawl under the blankets, and almost immediately drift off to sleep. I’m barely conscious of him turning off the lights, or his big body sliding into bed next to me.

  All I know is that I’m sleepy, and his warm skin feels good against mine.

  Chapter 15

  CONNOR

  I wake up early just so I can watch Savannah sleep. She’s utterly beautiful, curled in my arms with her belly pushing against mine. Her hair’s a tousled mess and her mouth is slightly open, and every so often she snores, just a little. It’s adorable. I could watch this for hours and never get enough. The only thing that bothers me about the picture is when her lovely neck is exposed and I don’t see my mate mark there. I’m tempted to lean over and give it to her while she sleeps, but I know she’d never forgive me then.

  Her stomach kicks and mine growls. If I’m hungry, she will be too. I slide out of bed, careful not to wake her, and ignore my morning wood. She’s pregnant and probably tired more often than not - my own needs don’t matter when it comes to her. If needed, I’ll gladly eat her pussy every day and be content with that. As long as I get a piece of Savannah Russell, I’m happy.