Bully Alpha Daddy (Gold Wolves Black Ops #1)

Chapter 23 - Mira

“How long until the baby gets here?” Dani asked, staring at my stomach.

“Not much longer,” I said. “Probably a month at most.”

Dani let out a loud, melodramatic groan as she threw her head back. “That’s going to take forever .”

Dani and I sat on the couch while a small party buzzed around us. I relaxed, enjoying the relative peace as Dani continued to pepper me with questions about her soon-to-be-born sibling.

“Better enjoy all the only-child attention you can get while you can,” Nolan teased Dani.

“But I want to meet them now ,” Dani griped.

“It’ll come soon enough,” I said. I pushed myself to my feet, my stomach plump with the cub inside. “I think I should probably return to the party, though.”

The party went by in a blur as I bounced from group to group, feeling at ease as I chatted with them. It was such a stark contrast to my first party here that sometimes I felt like an entirely different person. It had only been a couple of months since everything had happened with Harrison, but it felt like a lifetime ago. I felt at home for the first time in my entire life.

As the party wound down, Declan came to find me. He pulled me into a kiss.

“How are you doing?” he asked as I nuzzled against him, my wolf enjoying being this close to her mate.

“Good,” I said. “You?”

“I’m doing okay.” He gave me a strange look that I couldn’t quite read. “Have you seen Dani?”

Nodding, I pointed down the hall. “She just ran off that way,” I said. “She’s fine.”

“Hmm…” His hand went to my hip, squeezing gently as he looked me up and down. A hunger burned in his eyes that made me squirm with delight and my wolf go crazy with need. “You know, I haven’t seen her in a while. I don’t think you have, either. I think maybe we should go look for her.”

The implication was clear. I bit my lip as I glanced around.

“You’re right,” I said. “We have to make sure she isn’t getting into any trouble.”

Tapping his finger to his lips, he said, “I think I might have seen her heading toward our bedroom not too long ago.”

“In that case, we should go check to make sure she isn’t in there,” I said. “Just to be safe.”

We moved quickly to the bedroom—our bedroom—not bothering to keep up the pretext of searching for Dani. Declan’s hand lingered proprietarily on my ass the entire way there, not leaving it until we entered the bedroom and he closed the door behind us.

His hand trailed down my back, sending delicious shivers radiating through my body. He leaned forward. “Have I told you how incredibly sexy you look?” His whispered breath caressed my neck, igniting a fire in me. My toes curled at the words, at his closeness, and that familiar longing began to stir between my legs.

I turned my head toward him, tilting upward. Our noses were nearly touching, our lips inches apart.

“You could stand to say it a bit more frequently,” I teased.

“Oh?” He raised his eyebrows, a wicked smirk curling his lips. His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer so our bodies pressed against one another. His mouth caressed my collarbone. My back arched as it shuddered, and I let out an inarticulate sound. His lips moved upward, trailing up my neck until they reached the hollow beneath my ear. His teeth tugged gently on my ear before he said. “In that case, you are the sexiest woman I have ever met, and I’m about to fuck you senseless.”

I moved my head back just enough to look him in the eyes.

“Prove it,” I said, a coy smile playing on my lips.

His hand moved beneath my shirt, his thumb stroking bare skin as his fingers slid upward, pushing my shirt away. “I think I can manage that,” he growled.

Jolts of need and longing shot through me, spreading from everywhere his skin caressed me as he slowly lifted my shirt. His eyes didn’t leave my body as he threw first my shirt and then his into the corner. The lust in his eyes as he stared at me made my toes curl.

He unclasped my bra. He growled in approval as he threw it into the corner, his eyes locked on my breasts as he looked me up and down.

“You are stunning,” he said. “I love every inch of you.” He took a step forward, taking my breasts in his hand and squeezing, grinning as I sighed, my back arching at the touch. His fingers found my nipples, pinching gently, and new heat began to run through me.

He pulled me toward him. His fingers slid down my stomach, sending shivers running through me. His hand paused at my clit, putting just enough pressure on it to cause my back to arch and a soft gasp to escape my lips. He gave another wicked grin.

“You want more?” he growled.

There was only one answer. The instant I nodded, any restraint he’d been showing dissipated. He let out a low growl of longing. He picked me up, hoisting me high in the air. The pictures rattled as he forced me against the wall. His hands roamed my body as he pinned me in place, every caress sending increasing pulses of need and longing through me.

His fingers ran down my slit, circling my opening as he watched my expression. Without warning, he plunged a couple of them into me. I cried out in pleasure, my body arching at the sensation even as he pinned me against the wall, holding me in place as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of me. I writhed as the pleasure built with each pump of his hand, my breaths growing shallow. His mouth slammed against mine, smothering any further screams of longing.

My hand slipped between us, grasping his cock and beginning to pump. He growled his approval, his body arching in response to it. I could sense his own need swelling in the way his thrusts grew faster and more intense, and the way he pressed his entire body against mine.

His mouth slammed against mine as his hand squeezed my tit. I gasped as his thumb flicked my nipple, my body pressing into his as my back arched in need. I could tell I was already nearing the edge, about to topple over because of his fingers alone. I went dizzy with need and craving, needing more as the pressure continued to swell and build.

Just as I was about to fall into oblivion, he stopped, holding me on the edge. I glared at him as his fingers slipped out. He shot me a wicked smirk in response before grabbing my waist and lifting me into the air.

I cried out in pleasure as he impaled me on his cock. My toes curled. My head slammed against the wall as I threw it back, moaning as my hips bucked and I slid up and down his dick, relishing the feel as he thrust in and out of me, my breasts bouncing with each pump. My legs locked around him, wolf howling in pleasure as I brought my mouth to his, needing to taste him. His tongue thrust into my mouth, claiming me the way he was claiming every other inch of me.

He kept pumping, keeping a brisk, fierce rhythm as he continued to thrust in and out of me. The spasms of need and lust in me grew, swelling to unmanageable proportions until it was nearly too much to handle. I needed that release, but I didn’t want it at the same time. I wanted to teeter on the edge for as long as possible. My breathing grew ragged as he continued his assault, the pictures and wall ratting behind us. It had to be obvious to everyone what we were doing, but somehow that thought made it even more erotic.

That idea was enough to unravel me entirely. I screamed into his mouth as I shattered, waves of pleasure and release washing over me in a torrent that threatened to drown me. I grinded against him, riding his cock up and down as the sensation continued. That seemed enough to undo him because it wasn’t long until I heard him grunt and felt him come inside me, filling me. He continued pumping for a few more moments, emptying himself before finally stopping. For a moment, he held me there, pressed against the wall, still sitting on his cock.

He raised an eyebrow, his cocky smirk returning. “How’d I do?” he asked. “Did I prove it?”

I grinned, bending down to kiss him again.

“It’s a start,” I said.