Rejected and Pregnant by the Alpha King (Forbidden Alpha Kings #4)

70. Nyx

70

Nyx

Raine has been gone far too long for my liking, and I am more than agitated. I gave up trying to entertain her friend Delilah, who seemed exhausted—likely from their journey and whatever had transpired between her and Raine.

Rose would not divulge what exactly that had been, no matter how hard I pushed, which only irritated me further. Which is why I have taken it upon myself to tend to my plants—if only to keep myself from going mad, all things considered.

I know Raine will eventually come to me, and she will likely have something to say about my having claimed her.

I had hoped we could have taken our time and done things right, but I couldn’t let her waltz into the room with my enemy without some form of protection.

Who is to say Aiden would not have resorted to such tactics himself? It seems his sights are set on having her, and he truly believes he can come here and take what is mine.

But as I stood there, as Raine begged me to trust her, I knew there was only one way to ensure he could not take her from me.

The moment her blood hit my tongue, I knew nothing else mattered.

Nothing else but Raine and our child, our fate.

Aiden rejected her. He broke his bond.

But there is still the possibility that Raine will reject me, and that is something I dare not think about. Instead, I clip some stray branches much more aggressively than I mean to.

How could I be so brash? So impulsive?

I know why, though it is just as terrifying a revelation as the fact that the Northern King has shown up to try to claim his rejected mate and heir.

I feel her before I scent her. Her presence holds a weight all on its own, and my wolf rises immediately. I close my eyes, savoring her scent in the air, the way my insides warm from her being mere feet away.

I never thought I could feel such things, nor did I ever want to.

I had needed a breeder because I didn’t want to.

I’d always intended to do what was right for my kingdom and my legacy. And, of course, for the breeder who would give me what was needed to preserve those two things: an heir.

But never in a million years did I expect to fall for her, and certainly not as heavily as I have.

“I thought I’d find you in here,” she says softly. I do not turn to look at her, though every part of me wants to do nothing else. I fight the need.

Her footsteps echo in the space. I clip some more branches.

“Yes, well, the plants need attention, or they will get unruly,” I say as I continue to clip away, trying to appear less insane than I feel.

My heartbeat pounds away in my chest like a fucking drum, my cock stiffens as her scent envelopes me, and the voice in my head spurs me to keep clipping like some madman.

She stops beside me, her hand on my shoulder like a gentle breeze.

“Nyx...” she whispers my name, and resistance is futile. All it takes is that one touch, and I am slain. I turn towards her, dropping my shears. My hands find her hips, her neck, her jaw. I press my mouth to hers, needing to taste her, needing to devour her.

Raine lets out a soft moan as her hands find my throat. It is a whirlwind after that as heat ransacks my body.

Her hands explore me hurriedly as she falls back against the edge of the glass table.

My hands push and shove my pots and tools aside as I lift her up, steam billowing around us from the greenhouse heat mixed with the fire between us.

“Raine,” I murmur her name like a prayer. My wolf is practically salivating as my heartbeat quickens. Her hands slide down my chest, making fast work undoing my belt. Her warm palm finds my cock easily, and she lets out a moan that makes me throb.

My lips find her neck as I push her skirts up, my fingers finding her soaked panties. I brush my thumb over her sensitive mound, relishing how she shudders. A burgeoning sense of possession builds within me, and the growl that escapes my throat is downright feral.

Her fingers slide across my wet slit, spreading my precum along my shaft as she builds her rhythm.

Desperation bleeds into need as she strokes me, the soft sounds of her whimpers and whines like a drug.

“Mine,” I growl as I pull her panties down. The audible snap of the straps echoes in the room like a cannon against the drumbeat of my heart.

I’ve had to fight tooth and nail for everything in my life. That is what made me who I am to those closest to me, but also to my enemies.

When it comes to battle, I am ruthless and always get what I want.

But with Raine, I am not a king, alpha, or even a wolf.

I am simply hers.

Because she is my mate.

If she will have me as such…

“Say it,” I growl, my voice something between animal and human.

Feral. Primal.

“Say you’re mine,” I bite out as I take her clit between my thumb and forefinger, massaging it until her legs tighten and her breath catches in her throat.

“Nyx,” her voice is strained, full of heat and want. “Please...”

Her grip on me tightens as she pants, wriggling as she tries to shift me closer to her pussy.

“Say it,” I hiss as I remove her hand. I grab her by her hips, pulling her close enough my cockhead slides over her sensitive clit. Raine lets out a sound that is half between a whisper and a moan as she beckons me. “Please, Nyx...I—”

“Say it, and I’ll let you come,” I whisper as I take her mouth once more, stifling her words.

Raine slides her tongue in my mouth as she wiggles beneath me, thrusting herself against my aching cock, seeking more.

She’s so warm and wet, and I’m so fucking close. Resistance truly is futile.

I slip two fingers into her pussy, using my thumb to tease her clit until her breath is rapid and I know she’s close. And then I pull them out, savoring her frustrated whine like it is truly an exquisite delicacy.

Because it is. She is a delicacy.

Her mewl of defeat borders on a feral growl, and I can’t help but grin. I like her like this. Needy and pliable. She grabs my face, her lips crashing against mine like a tidal wave as she breathes her words into my fucking soul.

“I’m yours, Nyx,” She moans into my mouth, making me and my wolf feel a sort of pride I never knew.

I don’t waste a second, knowing what she needs, what we both need.

As soaked as she is and with the overwhelming heat building within me, I pull her closer and slide into her with ease. Her whimper of relief is like music to my ears.

I thrust into her hard and fast. Raine meets my thrust with equal fervor, chasing her pleasure.

Her moans and whimpers are a symphony I want to hear over and over.

“All yours,” she sighs, her arms finding their place around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair.

“Good girl,” I murmur against her neck.

My mouth finds the spot on her neck where I bit her, my tongue licking at the dried blood as my wolf preens with victory.

I can still smell Aiden on her, which causes a fresh influx of jealousy to bloom, and I thrust into her with a force that rattles the glass table.

“Come for me,” I command. “Come for your alpha. For your mate.”

Raine calls my name as she grips my shoulders. I stifle her cries with my mouth, swallowing down her praise, her truth as I fill her. Her legs shake around me, her fingernails digging into my back like she is afraid I, too, will disappear.

“I’ve always been yours,” she sighs into my mouth.

And when I break away, looking into her eyes, I know no matter how it happened, no matter how she got here, this...us...was always supposed to happen.

It was fate.

The bond snaps in place, and in her misty eyes, I know she feels it too.

My heart continues to beat like a drum, anxiety forming in my stomach. I can feel my release dripping out of her onto the table beneath her.

“Do you accept?” I whisper against her lips, kissing her if only to hold onto this perfect moment a little longer.

Before reality comes back and bites me in the ass.

Raine slides her hands in my hair as she kisses me back with so much depth and passion that I think I really could disappear within her.

My cock softens inside of her, but I make no move to vacate her warmth. Warm, sticky cum drips down my shaft as she hums against my lips.

“Of course I accept,” she says.

Warmth spreads within me at her acknowledgment. I push some wild hair behind her ear, laying my lips to my bite mark again, knowing whatever comes next won’t matter.

Because Raine is mine.

And no one is going to take what belongs to me. Not now, not ever.