Page 38 of Rescued by the Alpha

Chapter Eleven

I’m pregnant.

A fluttery sensation filled Elam’s stomach as he put away the last shirt from the box he’d brought over to Nic’s place. Or ‘our place’, as Nic had repeatedly corrected him. Nic had cleared out the top drawers of the bedroom dresser, insisting that it would become too much effort for Elam to bend over as his pregnancy advanced. When Elam had commented that he seemed to know a lot about what an expectant parent goes through, Nic reminded him that he’d witnessed it twice with his sister.

After leaving the council meeting, Nic had been anxious to get back to the cabin. Once he’d filled him in on everything, Elam had understood why. They needed some distance before the whole town descended on them once word got out about Elam’s condition. And now that Nic had been voted in as Alpha heir-apparent and his brother Artur voted out—Nic would be required to spend more time in town. Nic had wanted some calm before the inevitable storm.

Nic strode up behind him and placed his arms around his waist, his hands drifting to Elam’s abdomen, rubbing it through the soft material of the sweats he’d donned the moment they’d arrived.

He might be imagining it, but he could swear his jeans felt tighter. Nic kissed the side of his neck, Nic’s lips skimming his flesh and leaving tingles in their wake. As he added a small nip to Elam’s ear, the sensation shot straight to the end of his dick and he shuddered.

“Want you,” Nic whispered, his hand dipping below the waistband of Elam’s pants, his fingers seeking Elam’s hardening cock and grasping it with a tight grip.

Something eased in Elam at that moment. A whisper to his core, to that place inside him where all the insecurities left behind from Andy’s repeated betrayal resided. Nic still desired him. Wanted him to live in the cabin Nic had built from the ground up, wanted to share their lives with the baby Elam was carrying. Nic didn’t wish to replace him with a shiny new toy.

Elam ground his ass against Nic’s groin and Nic let out a rumbling growl. He used his other hand and clutched Elam’s hair in his fist, angling his head until their mouths met in an urgent kiss. Nic jacked him from base to tip, his movements slow, maddening, spiking a need in him to be taken by his Alpha—to be fucked hard.

But things were different this time. His need came from a place of love, of wanting to be joined with his mate in the most intimate way possible. The compulsive, driving heat burning his insides and making them scream for relief had subsided to normal desire. Yet even without what he now

recognized had been an omega wolf heat, his passion for Nic couldn’t be matched by any other connection he’d shared with a man before. He couldn’t imagine what he’d been thinking by trying to make things work with Andy. Real love had shone a spotlight on the futility of his efforts.

Nic released his hair and ran a palm across Elam’s throat, wrapping his fingers around it in a loose grip. He nuzzled Elam’s neck. “What do you want, baby? Tell me, so I can give it to you. You want me filling you up with my cum, pegging you hard, making you scream and beg me for more?”

Elam sucked in a sharp breath. “Yeah. That.” He turned in Nic’s arms, opening up to allow the kiss to grow, to deepen. “But I want to finally taste you. Swallow you down.” Elam chuckled and nipped at Nic’s earlobe. “Make you beg me.”

Nic ground against him, his denim-clad prick teasing Elam through his sweats. “Yeah? Show me.”

After sharing one more swipe of their tongues, Elam slid down the length of Nic’s body, settling on his knees atop the braided rug that matched the one in front of the fireplace. He tugged at Nic’s belt, undoing the buckle but not bothering to pull it free. Instead, he popped the buttons of Nic’s jeans, then yanked them down. He left his ankles trapped, steadying him with a hand on one hip while using the other to fish Nic’s stiff cock from his briefs.

Elam lowered the waistband of Nic’s underwear far enough to leave them tucked beneath his balls, then dragged his tongue across the tip of Nic’s steeled length, finally tasting the salty drops of his seed. Elam wrapped his lips around the tip, lightly sucking on the spongy crown, the pre-cum mixing with the sweetness of Nic’s flesh. Beneath the light aroma of the honey soap Nic used, the alluring scent of Nic bled through. As he sucked more greedily, Nic dug his fingers in Elam’s hair, clutching the strands while thrusting in his mouth, Elam opening up to take him deeper.

Elam released his cock with a pop and it smacked against Nic’s taut belly. Elam peered up at him. “We should continue this in bed so you don’t topple over.”

Nic stared down at him with pupils blown wide, their blackness crowding the blue and making his desire known. “Yeah. The bed.”

Well on the way to my goal of making him incoherent. Elam could worship Nic’s body forever

—his smooth pale skin, the ridges of his hard muscles, the distinct scent that marked Nic as belonging to Elam. I might be his, but he’s also mine.

Once Elam had climbed onto the mattress, he wriggled his way out of his clothes as he watched Nic finish what he’d started. A naked Nic was a breathtaking sight so it took a moment for Elam to register he’d turned and was walking away, the mesmerizing view of Nic’s full, tight ass distracting him.

He snapped out of his reverie. “Where you going?”

Nic peered over his shoulder as he left the room. “Need the lube from my bag.”

Oh right. Once Elam’s heat had ended, they’d had to go back to traditional prepping. He wasn’t so sure about the unrelenting, ravenous lust of his heat, but it had been nice to forego the need for lube.

By the time Nic had returned with the slick, Elam was painfully hard. He supposed playing with himself while Nic was out of the room might have contributed to his dilemma. Nic’s heated gaze drifted to Elam’s dick, tracking his movements as Elam lazily pumped his shaft.

“Fuck,” Nic whispered. “So hot.” He climbed onto the bed, crawling his way to him. Nic straddled Elam’s ankles then batted his hand away from his cock. “I’ll take it from here.”

Nic fell on his elbows then snaked his tongue up the underside of Elam’s shaft, his dick twitching in response as he threw his head back, curling his fingers in the covers. “Nic…”

Nic rubbed his nose on the side of his hardened length, teasing his stiffened flesh with tongue and lips before sucking a ball into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue. While Nic continued to mouth Elam’s sac, occasionally questing behind to lick at his taint, he wrapped his fingers around the base of Elam’s prick, jacking it too maddeningly slow. Nic raised his head and locked eyes with him.

“Lift your knees for me, baby.”

Elam did as Nic asked, knowing what was coming. Nic planted his free hand on the back of Elam’s thigh and pushed back, diving into Elam’s crease as he did. Elam’s eyes rolled back the moment Nic flattened his tongue against his clenching hole, dragging it along his tender skin. Nic ate him with abandon, flicking the wrinkled flesh around his opening, prodding the tight ring of muscle until he’d forced his way in, breaching Elam’s hole and making him crazy. Elam writhed beneath Nic’s talented mouth, his need spiking until he feared he wouldn’t be able to keep his orgasm from tearing through his body.