Bully Alpha Daddy (Gold Wolves Black Ops #1)

Chapter 17 - Mira

I had seen Declan naked before—we were shifters, after all—but something about seeing him like this in this context, in his bedroom, intensified all my desires. Every inch of him looked sculpted by a master. Every muscle was perfectly defined, the intense gaze and dark, messy hair even more alluring than normal.

The hungry look in his eyes only made him look more sensual. Just looking at him drove me mindless with need.

I stood in front of him, completely naked. I would have been embarrassed were the hunger and attraction in his eyes not been so palpable. His eyes roamed my body, and he let out a low, predatory growl. My body went hot all over at the lust in his gaze, and my toes curled. He stalked toward me, grabbing me and pulling me against him. He held me tight against him as his mouth claimed mine.

My wolf howled both in triumph and longing as his hands roamed across my body, sending shivers racing through me with each caress. But his mouth wasn’t enough. I didn’t think anything would ever be enough when it came to him.

I could feel his stiff cock pressing against me, and a new craving pulsed through me. I took a step back, breaking his embrace. For the briefest moment, he looked confused.

Trying not to be too self-conscious, I crouched in front of him, undoing his jeans as I felt his intense gaze locked on me. His cock sprang out, fully erect. My heart lurched in my chest, anxiousness blending with unadulterated craving. Slowly, I ran my fingers along his shaft, glancing up at him to watch his reaction. His eyes closed as my fingers explored his cock. Heat flooded my cheeks. I had never done this before.

He let out a groan as my hand wrapped around him. The sound drove my wolf into another frenzy. After another moment and a slight hesitation, I bent forward and wrapped my mouth around his cock.

It tasted different than I had expected, as if I was tasting his scent. My stomach clenched in need and excitement. Tentatively at first, then more eager, my mouth began to glide up and down, my tongue running along the shaft. Above me, I could hear groans of pleasure. Those sounds gave me a new confidence but also sent that fire smoldering in my stomach into a full blaze. His reactions were more of a turn-on than I would have expected. Every growl of approval put more fuel in the fire.

He began pumping, his hand grabbing my hair as he thrust himself deeper into my mouth, his motions matching the bobbing of my own head. Then, before I could anticipate it, he finished inside me. The sensation was strange but erotic. I had thought before this moment that it would be a turnoff. Instead, it just seemed to fuel that craving even further.

I swiped my tongue along his tip, licking off the last of the cum before sliding my mouth off his cock. When I glanced up, trying to search his face to see whether he liked it, my stomach lurched as I saw him even hungrier than before.

“How was that?” I asked, a little timid.

His eyes glittered, the lust-filled, wicked look in his expression kindling even new urges inside me.

“Incredible. But I’m not done with you,” he growled. “Not by a long shot.”

He pulled me to my feet, moving me to the bed as his mouth caressed my neck and my collarbone, only making me crave him more. He lowered me onto the bed and climbed on top.

The first time, he had been gentle. This time, he wasted no time as he thrust into me. I cried out as my toes curled. The first time, it had hurt a little. This time, nothing but complete ecstasy and lust rolled through me as he filled me. That pleasure building between my legs swelled with each thrust. I gasped, eyes wide as the sensation continued to wash over me.

Then his hand slipped between my thighs. I cried out in pleasure as his thumb began rubbing against my clit, even as he didn’t miss a stroke. My breathing hitched, my body writhing beneath him. I wrapped my arms around him, nails digging into his back as my hips began to buck, thrusting as I tried to get him deeper inside me. That pleasure and need and lust continued to swell, so potent that I never wanted it to end.

One minute, I was trying to hold on to the sensation, trying to make it last as long as possible. The next, I couldn’t hold it back any longer, and I exploded. I moaned in pleasure as that wave of ecstasy washed over me, my entire body spasming beneath Declan. He didn’t stop. Instead, his mouth pressed against mine, sending new electricity racing through me as he continued pumping in and out of me, even as my muscles clenched around him. A moment later, I felt him finish inside me, his thrusts finally slowing as our breathing eased.

He slid off me. “I’ve been thinking about that ever since the first time,” he growled, the assertion sending new lurches of desire through me. I hoped he couldn’t see the blush.

“Me too,” I admitted.

***

Stepping into the shower, I let the cool water run over me, feeling the droplets rolling down my skin and soaking my hair, washing away my sweat along with Declan’s scent.

Inside, my mind bounced around, ricocheting from thought to thought like an erratic pinball. I was in serious trouble, and I didn’t know how to get myself out of it.

I was falling for Declan again. I could sense it in every fiber of my being. I knew it in the way I searched for him every morning when I came down to fix breakfast, in the way my stomach fluttered when I caught his scent, in the way my wolf wanted to be near him always, and in the way I couldn’t seem to get him out of my mind, no matter how hard I tried.

My heart pounded as my mind tried to slow down and get a grip on reality. This was a mistake. I didn’t want to fall for Declan again. I couldn’t . Every time I thought of him in that way, my mind transported me back to that park when I was a young, naive kid, watching him laugh at me as my heart ripped in two.

I took a deep, shaking breath, trying to remind myself why falling in love with Declan was a horrible idea. Except the last few weeks had begun to replace the old, bad memories, all but wiping them away. I thought about the way he cared for Dani, the way he had protected me from Harrison, the way the rapport between us had started coming easier. And he seemed to be genuinely trying to make amends for what he had done in his own way. Even if I had been trying to hold him at arm’s length, I had slowly, unwittingly let him back in. I’d begun to trust him, to even like him. To enjoy his presence, and maybe even believe he cared about me.

No. I made the mistake of falling for him once before. I couldn’t do it again. I couldn’t let myself get hurt the same way. I wasn’t certain I would be able to handle it if he rejected me again.

I stared at the tile in front of me, watching the water draw thin trails down the side before hitting the bottom. They created meaningless patterns on the shower wall that were somehow enchanting. At the very least, they were easier to think about than Declan.

Even if he had been making amends and treating me differently, that didn’t change the past. He’d never given me a real reason for why he did what he did. Not really. Just something about wanting to seem strong, but that felt like a half-answer, at least to me.

I couldn’t fall for him. I couldn’t let myself get hurt again. I had to stay strong.

Sighing, squeezing my eyes shut, I turned the shower to cold.

***

I leaned over the toilet, waiting to see if any more of my breakfast was going to come back up. Lately, it seemed I wasn’t able to keep anything down. When I was positive I had finished, I flushed the toilet and collapsed backward, leaning against the wall to try and catch my breath, worried the nausea would come back the instant I stood up.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as my eyes watered. God, what was wrong with me? Should I go see a doctor?

As I sat there, I noticed the toilet paper roll was nearly empty. I crawled over to the cabinet and pulled it open to grab a new one. As I did, my hands brushed against a box of tampons.

Tampons I hadn’t used in over two months.

Surely, that couldn’t be right. I tried to do the mental calculation, willing myself to recollect when my last period had ended and hoping it was more recent than I had thought. Except, no, I hadn’t touched them since before I had moved here… well over a month ago at this point.

My breath caught in my throat. I straightened, heart pounding as my eyes grew wide. When my breath finally did return, it was shallow and ragged with panic.

There was no way. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t. Because if it was, that would mean it was Declan’s. And that couldn’t be possible. But I had to be sure.

The next hour blurred together. I barely realized I had raced into town and bought a pregnancy test until I was back home and clutching it in my hand. I stared. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to take it. But I also knew I had to. I had to know.

I took the test, then set a timer.

I sat in the bathroom, staring at the stick, heart in my throat as I waited. The nausea threatened to rise up again, and I forced it down. The more nauseated I felt, the more likely it was that the pregnancy test would be positive. And it couldn’t be positive.

The fifteen minutes seemed to last an eternity. I didn’t glance at my phone, didn’t move or pace, just waited.

When the timer beeped, I scrambled toward the counter, barely breathing. I grabbed the stick, practically dropping it in my haste to read the result.

A tiny little plus sign greeted me, bright and solid and irrefutable. I stared at it, willing it to change, but it remained stubbornly there, mocking me.

In a daze, I walked back into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as my hands crossed over my stomach as though they were protecting the unborn baby.

Pregnant. I was pregnant with Declan’s baby.

I had always wanted to be a mother, had always imagined a little kid running around and causing chaos. But I hadn’t wanted it like this. Never like this.

What the hell was I going to do? How was I supposed to take care of a baby with everything else going on? And Declan. God, what would he do? Would he kick us out? Accept the baby? Would he—and this was the worst option of all—keep us around, not out of affection or love for either me or the baby, but out of a warped sense of duty? I didn’t want his pity. I would rather pack my things and leave than accept that. But running without telling him felt hasty at the same time.

I needed time to think, needed time to determine the best course of action and how to approach the oncoming storm. Maybe it would all work itself out. But I didn’t have much time. Sooner rather than later, my scent would begin to change, and then everyone in town would know what had happened. I had to figure out a plan before then.

Until then, I would keep it a secret. It would be between just the two of us. Me and the baby.