Mated to Her Alpha Instructor (Eileen and Regis) novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121

Eileen

I woke to the amber light of dusk filtering through the curtains, and the first thing I became aware of was warnth–ot just the wath of arms, but the

solid heat of the body wrapped around mine from behind. Regis lay behind me in a position I’d first learned about from a book I wasn’t supposed to exte

a kid. So this was spooning.

His arm draped possessively across my waist, palm splayed protectively over my lower belly as though even in sleep, he needed to confires fout both fue baby and I remained within his reach. His breathing was steady and deep, each exhale ghosting across the nape of my neck and sending indentary ben

down my spine.

I tried to shift slightly, just to relieve the numbness creeping into my arm, but his response was immediate and instinctive–the arm around me tightened,

drawing me

against his chest and eliminating any remaining space between us.

unmistakable.pressure against my backside that made my breath catch in my throat: his penis, half–hard and twitching slightly

so fiercely I thought I might combust. Despite everything we’d just done–God, all those things–I was still mortified. Flashes hit me

n my thighs, eyes dark with hunger and reverence, my own helpless sounds spilling out. How could I have been so bold? So forward?? Von that woman, the one who took what she wanted without apology?

ough our bond came his contentment–deep, animal, yet tender. Even in sleep, he guarded me as if I were precious. The realization tightened my chest

with an emotion I couldn’t name, one that made me want to cry and never leave this cocoon of safety.

The doorbell rang, shattering the moment.

The sharp chime cut through the quiet room like a blade. I froze, and Regis’s breathing pattern shifted immediately–he was awake. His arm tightened once more, then I heard him sigh softly against my neck, the sound carrying equal parts reluctance and resigned amusement.

‘Someone’s at the door,” he murm

“I know,” I whispered, inexpli

The doorbell rang

‘Stay here and

When

Lake this.

ough with sleep in a way that made my spine tingle.

n’t move, shouldn’t break this fragile bubble of intimacy.

Regis stirred behind me, and I felt him press a gentle kiss to the curve where my neck met my shoulder.

it is.”

emptiness that made me want to reach back and pull him close again. I resisted, watching as he sat up and

s, his shirt buttons only half–done, collar gaping open to reveal the expanse of chest and the skin I had been

oor, something sharp and unfamiliar surged through me—a possessive impulse so strong it startled me with its

d fierce, taking me completely off guard. His rumpled appearance, the sleep–heavy eyes, the hair mussed by my fingers-

at if there was a woman at the door…

had I become so… possessive?

an amused glint in his usually composed eyes. “It’s Mira,” he announced, clearly entertained, “Your friend is very… persistent.

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