The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 100: Chapter 100

Jaxon POV
I flung my head back, Alex’s grip on my hair tightening as my face contorted in pleasure, feeling him moving in and out of me as I rocked back and forth on my hands and knees. God, it was so damn good. It had been far too long since we’d had personal time together and been intimate with one another.
“God you’re tight” Alex groaned, slapping my ass enthusiastically.
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. He was so big that the friction was causing immeasurable pleasure. I gripped the bedsheets tightly with both hands, my fingers digging in, my breath coming in short spurts.
“I can’t take much more” I breathed, feeling my c**k go as hard as a rock, feeling tingles down below.
Alex merely grunted, sounding amused. “You think that will stop me?” he growled in my ear. “I like it when you c*m for me” he hissed.
God, I loved it when he spoke in my ear like that. His hand gripped my hip, another hand reaching down between my legs as I sucked in a breath. I knew instinctively what he was about to do. Sure enough, his hand gently encircled my shaft and squeezed it as I inhaled sharply. He rubbed the tip and I moaned. He chuckled.
“You like it when I do this, don’t you” he growled, slapping my ass with his other hand.
“You know I do” I groaned.
Damn, the man for knowing my sensitive points and what turned me on. He would make an excellent spy if he ever had to interrogate someone using s*x as a means to pry information out of them. I wriggled and he smacked my ass slightly harder in a warning. I stilled and looked over my shoulder with a raised eyebrow.
“Just enjoy it” he growled and I huffed.
He began to slowly move his hand up and down, gripping me tightly but not too tightly. Just right. I swallowed hard. He continued to thrust inside of me, never losing the pace. I was in heaven. He rubbed the tip of my c**k and I groaned. f**k. The tingling grew even more intense. My whole body was tensing. He nibbled on my earlobe, sending electrical pulses flooding through me.
“Alex” I growled, trying to warn him.
He blew on my ear. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. Next time I was going to be on top, I thought grumpily. The bastard had beaten me at rock paper scissors, the best we could come up with when we argued over who was going to be the top and who was the bottom.
I felt my body stiffening. “Ah, god” I growled, my body tensing, my c**k feeling like it was exploding as it spilled its seed all over the bedsheets, my orgasm tearing through me. I panted, Alex, letting go and gripping my hips tighter with both hands, thrusting into me hard, pushing me down onto the bed, so that my face was on it, my ass higher up in the air as he sank into me, dominating me completely.
He began to pound into me, hard, rough, in a primal sort of way. All my nerves were quivering and my body trembled as he took me. He bit me on the shoulder and I gave a cry, the pain mixing with pleasure. His hands skimmed over my body, arousing me again as I hitched in a breath. God, I could never get enough of being with him. It was like being on drugs, always feeling high and intoxicated with him. My body craved him, desired him so much it was almost painful. No wonder it was excruciating when your mate rejected you, I thought absent-mindedly, if your heart longed to be with them this much.
He pinched my ass and I jolted in shock, gasping slightly but enjoying it immensely. I grunted, my body still moving in time to his rhythm as he began to go even harder, something that I didn’t even know was possible. Our bodies slapped together, slick with sweat. I could feel him tensing and knew that he was close. I clenched my walls around his c**k and heard him curse.
“Hey,” he protested half-heartedly as I smirked, looking over my shoulder at him.
I got a smack on the ass for that one. I was pretty sure I was covered in red hand prints on my ass by now. I didn’t care. The pain mixed with pleasure as I looked at my mate, my body sore and my muscles stiff, a look of satisfaction on his face. I braced myself.
He thrust hard into me, once, twice, thrice, and then shuddered, spilling his seed deep inside of me as he let out a loud guttural growl, before slowly withdrawing his c**k from inside of me and lying beside me, as I turned over onto my side, pleasantly sore and wincing slightly from the pain. Not that I was complaining. Heck, my c**k was already hard and ready for another round.
I grabbed Alex by the hair and kissed him possessively, my tongue plundering his mouth as he willingly accepted it, moaning and panting. “God I love you” I growled as he blinked at me.
“I love you too” he snarled, as we pulled apart. “So much sometimes it hurts” he admitted.
I put a protective hand over him. Alex turned his head and stared at the rabbit cage. He had grown extremely attached to Clover who was currently peering out of the cage, curious look in its eyes. We still had no clue of the gender and even though we’d tried persuading our wolves to tell us, they had steadfastly refused, saying it would be cheating to inform us and that we were on our own. Not even bribes would work with them. I suspected they were more afraid of my mother than they were willing to let on.
“Hey Clover” Alex crooned, patting the bunny through the bars “Hello little darling, daddy’s right here,” he said as I fought the urge to laugh at him.
It was such a huge contrast. The big bad Beta who was dominant in our bed but so soft and gentle and utter putty when it came to the bunny. He was such a softie when it came to cute and cuddly animals.
“You know that bunny just watched us have s*x” I pointed out grumpily.
Good thing I wasn’t self-conscious. I dreaded to think how I would have felt if we’d been given a puppy or kitten instead. At least I knew the rabbit couldn’t get out of the cage, whereas a puppy or kitten landing on one during the heat of the moment was likely to kill the mood. Thank god for small blessings.
“They don’t know what we were doing,” Alex said smugly.
“That’s what you think” I muttered “That bunny isn’t as innocent as you think it is.”
Alex frowned at me. “Are you jealous of the bunny?” he asked smirking.
“No,” I said sulkily “It’s just that you spend so much time with it. The other day I caught you sleeping with it on a hammock outside after you read it a book” I said incredulously.
“It was bored” Alex protested “and it seems cruel to have it indoors all the time. Besides the bunny is used to my company.”
“Did you have to read it a book?” I asked drily.
He flushed. Ha. He didn’t have an answer to that. Not to mention he’d been completely surrounded by adoring females when I caught him, all wanting to pat the bunny which had been, of all places, between his bloody legs. Oblivious bloody moron!
There was a knock on the door and my mother came sailing in before we could call out. I scrambled to put the sheet over us both, glowering at her. She looked unfazed. She was glowing, her stomach protruding slightly, pregnancy suiting her. There was a wide smile on her face. I sighed. Even the sight of both of us naked, under the bed covers, didn’t halt her in her tracks.
“Hello sweet things” she gushed, her eyes sparkling.
Alex sank deeper under the covers, flushing. He would probably never get used to my mother barging in. I shot him a look. If memory served me, he had been the one to shut the door so this was his fault, because he hadn’t locked it. When would he learn? I needed a self-locking lock, I mused, wondering if such a unique item existed. Like a fingerprint scanner or something that would deny my mother and father access. I perked up at the thought, my imagination running wild.
My mother’s eyes were dancing. “Oh, I’m so glad you had s*x. I was starting to think your relationship was going stale” she said bluntly.
Alex paled. His expression clearly said kill me, kill me now. My mother remained oblivious. “Maybe I should get you another book to help keep the romance and the spice alive” she enthused “There are so many good ones out there to choose from.”
No. God no. I did not need help in the romance department from my mother.
“I think we’ll pass,” I said tiredly.
I didn’t have the energy to spare begging her to leave. She smirked and glanced at the bunny. “Do you know what Gender Clover is yet?” she asked excitedly.
We shook our heads. Alex had been checking every day. Sometimes he swore he saw a p***s and then other times he thought he was mistaken. I was not willing to look that closely.
She sighed. “Ah well, you’ll figure it out eventually,” she said a bit sadly “but I do wish you would hurry up. I’m expecting you to host my baby shower. It’s not as much fun if I host it myself” she cried.
Say what now? Why did we have to host the baby shower? I thought that was something she did. Alex looked at me lost for words. I rubbed my chin. “How come father isn’t doing it?” I asked desperately.
“Oh, you know what he’s like. Typical man, useless” she said dismissively.
I stared at her. What were Alex and I? Chopped liver? We were men too, I wanted to point out smarmily. Did she think because we were gay that we were excluded from the male race or something?
“Mother,” I said weakly, wanting nothing more than to hop out of bed and get a shower and not willing to do that with her in the room, regardless of whether she had seen everything when I was a baby “Was there a reason you came into the room? Besides telling us about the baby shower?”
She looked thoughtful now. She had gotten really forgetful lately with this pregnancy. She rubbed her forehead. “What was it, what was it” she murmured. “Oh yeah, you have a phone call from Alpha Gant. No Alpha Grant” she corrected herself “I think he said it was urgent” she added.
Strange why didn’t my mobile phone call? I glanced at the bedside and frowned. It wasn’t there.
“You left your mobile in the study,” my mother said helpfully “That’s why I answered it.”
“You couldn’t have brought it up here?” I asked astonished “he’s probably hung up by now,” I said, jumping out of bed and grabbing a pair of jeans.
Had she lost all of her common sense with this pregnancy?
“Oh that would have made more sense” my mother muttered distractedly and then shrugged looking sheepish “It’s on the desk when you go looking for it.”
She sailed out of the room. I rolled my eyes and hastened down the stairs, running, grabbed my phone, and dialed Grant’s number.
“Sorry about that” I apologized “What’s up?”
“It’s about Jordan,” he said in a crackly voice, the phone filled with static “I can’t get through to her and Blaze. Jaxon, she’s in danger” he warned and my heart skipped a beat as I listened to him with dread rising inside of me. Within minutes, I was hanging up and preparing to leave the pack, my thoughts on Jordan and her safety paramount in my mind. Who would have thought that she would still be in danger, even with her mate by her side? Even forewarned, I had a feeling she needed us and this time, I was trusting my gut.