Page 34 of Adoring Fletcher
“God, you feel so damn good,” Adam rumbled out, his hands coming up to stroke over the swell of my waist and hips, then down my thighs.
I bit my bottom lip and gazed down at him. “Yeah?”
His mouth quirked into a half-smirk. “Yeah.”
“Let’s see if I can make it better,” I teased. With a soft, breathy moan meant solely for his pleasure, I rose up on my knees, my thighs flexing and my ass clenching, before I sank back down again.
“Fletcher,” Adam uttered.
“Say my name again.” I stilled, poised over him, my breath coming a little faster as excitement trilled through me.
“Fletcher.” This time, it sounded almost wounded. His fingers dug into my hips. “Fuck me, baby. Please. I need you.”
Need. Not want. He needed me. Damn if that didn’t flip my switch. I moaned and did exactly as he asked—I began to fuck him, riding his cock like it was made for me, like this moment was made for us and only us.
Adam’s soft growls and moans made me ache as my cock bounced between us, but I didn’t touch myself. My focus was on him. On pleasing my Alpha, even if he was only mine this last time.
When he began to fuck up into me, our bodies moved in tandem and it was beautiful. I threw my head back on a soft cry as he pierced something deep inside of me that made me see stars, and all at once and too soon, I was coming undone, splattering his chest with ropes of milky white.
Adam’s hands gripped my waist, slamming me down on his cock again and again. “Fuck!” His body quaked and my hole clenched, stretched by his knot as he came.
I couldn’t help but wish I could feel the burning heat of his knot against my inner walls, the hot splash of his seed as he filled me. It was careless, but I wanted this Alpha to breed me, wild and raw and unfettered.
I sank down on top of him, peppering his chest with lazy kisses while his fingers trailed up and down my back. We laylike that together until his knot slipped loose and Adam rolled us over to take care of the condom.
Then, to my surprise, he crawled back up on the bed beside me, drawing me into his arms. Cuddling me. I nestled my cheek against his shoulder, breathing his scent deep into my lungs, when suddenly, Adam went still.
“Shit.”
I froze. “What?”
“I almost forgot…” He pulled back, his brow furrowing as he stared at me with concern in his eyes. “During your heat, one of the condoms ripped.”
It took a moment for the words to register, but when they did? It felt like the air was sucked from my lungs. “Shit. I could be pregnant?” I whispered.
Adam sat up with a groan, his head in his hands. He fisted his hair and shook his head. “My father will kill me. Hell, he’ll kill us both.”
I crawled over to him on my hands and knees and rubbed his shoulder. “Hey… It’s unlikely, right? You’re a wolf and I’m a cat. We’re unmated. It’s probably just a scare,” I told him, using the logic that he was apparently too shocked to use. “We’ll take a test to be sure, once a little time has passed. Everything’ll be okay, Adam.”
He sucked in a sharp breath, then nodded. “Yeah. You’re right,” he said. “There’s no sense in crying over spilled milk. What happened happened. We’re adults. We’ll handle it like adults.”
I pulled back, my heart giving a pang. Was it foolish to wish that maybe I could be pregnant? That maybe then, I could keep this loving Alpha as my own?
“Fletcher?” Adam’s soft voice broke through my thoughts. I glanced up at him, but the frown that tugged down the corners of my lips remained. “What’s wrong?”
“What happens now?” I asked him, feeling suddenly very vulnerable…and very naked. I wrapped my arms around myself, hugging my elbows to my sides as I sat in the pool of bedsheets. “Is it just…over? Do we go back to being friends, or…”
His expression flickered, like he hadn’t quite thought this through either. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet. “Do you want to go back to being friends?” I glanced up at him, surprised. “Because I meant what I said, when I kissed you before. I have feelings for you. They might be foolish, but they’re very real and I think we’d only be hurting ourselves to deny them.”
“But your family…”
He grimaced. “I know. They won’t approve, but damn it, I’m so tired of Father controlling my life. I want to choose happiness for once.”
A small smile peeked through the clouds of uncertainty in my heart. “I make you happy?”
He nodded, solemn. “You do. I’ll figure my family shit out later. Right now? I just want to cuddle you. Come here, baby.”
He opened his arms to me, and I couldn’t help myself—I crashed right into his embrace, my inner-feline purring happily.
