Mated to Her Alpha Instructor (Eileen and Regis) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120

“More,” she whispered against my mouth when we finally broke for air, and there was a new note in her voice now—something hungry and demanding. “I need… I need to feel you. Inside. Please.”

I groaned, my control hanging by a thread, and reached down to position my hard penis at her entrance. She was slick and swollen, her body still trembling with aftershocks, but when I pressed forward she opened for me easily, her channel gripping me in tight, wet heat that made my vision blur.

“Look at me,” I commanded softly when her eyes started to flutter closed, and she obeyed, her gaze hazy and dark with renewed arousal. “I want you to see who’s filling you. Who chose you. Who will always choose you.”

“Regis.” My name was a broken benediction, and she wrapped her legs tighter around my hips, urging me deeper. “Please. I need—”

“I know what you need.” I began to move, slow and deep, letting her feel every inch of me as I withdrew my cock and thrust back in. “I’ve got you, love. I’ll always have you.”

I kept my movements controlled despite Valdor’s snarling demands for more, for harder, focusing instead on the small sounds Eileen made with each thrust, the way her nails dug into my shoulders, the flush spreading across her chest and throat. She was still so sensitive from her previous orgasms, and I could feel through the bond that she was climbing toward another peak already, wound tight and trembling beneath me.

She obeyed with a keening cry, her body clamping down around me in rhythmic pulses that dragged me over the edge after her. I buried myself as deep as I could go, grinding against her as I spilled inside her, and in that moment of shared ecstasy the bond between us blazed so bright it was almost blinding—every lingering shadow of doubt burned away in the overwhelming certainty of us.

She lifted her head to meet my eyes, and though tears still clung to her lashes, her gaze was clear and steady. “I do,” she said quietly. “And I’m done waiting for people who were never going to choose me. Her hand moved to cover mine, where it rested protectively on her stomach. “I choose us. I choose this family.”

Pride surged through me, fierce and hot. “That’s my girl.”

She gave me a small, tired smile and settled back against my chest. As I held her in the golden light of late afternoon, feeling her breathing slow toward sleep, I made a silent vow to the child growing beneath our joined hands: Your mother has found her strength. And I will make certain she never forgets it.