Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack (Evelyn and Damon) novel Chapter 249

Nadia pov

I woke slowly, warmth surrounding me on every side, and found myself still tucked securely against Ethan's chest, his arms wrapped around me even in sleep, his breathing slow and steady beneath my ear.

I took a few minutes simply to study him, understanding I rarely allowed myself this kind of unguarded observation given how carefully I typically maintained composure around him.

His features carried a kind of effortless, striking symmetry—strong jaw softened slightly in sleep, dark lashes resting against his cheeks, the faint shadow of stubble along his jawline that somehow made him look both younger and more genuinely handsome simultaneously. His lips were slightly parted, his expression carrying none of the practiced charm he usually deployed so effortlessly, replaced instead by something genuinely peaceful and unguarded.

*No wonder they all lost their heads over him,* I thought, understanding with newfound, reluctant clarity exactly why so many she-wolves had apparently fallen so easily under his charm throughout these past several years.

I shifted slightly, intending to actually study his face more closely, and found myself instead pressing closer against him, my body registering exactly how solid and warm he genuinely felt beneath the thin fabric of his sleep shirt. He was also hard and his huge cock was against my belly. I wanted him. I wanted him deep inside me and I wanted to cum hard.

My wolf stirred immediately, something low and appreciative rumbling through my chest as my hand brushed against the hard planes of his chest, the obvious strength evident even through the fabric separating us.

*Mate is hot,* my wolf offered, something almost giddy in that simple, unguarded observation. She wanted to ride him and kept sending thoughts to me.

I felt my cheeks warm slightly at my own wolf's blunt assessment, though I couldn't entirely disagree with the sentiment. Ethan possessed the kind of physical presence that would have proven genuinely distracting under any circumstances, and waking pressed so intimately against him only sharpened that awareness considerably.

I shifted again, testing whether I might actually extract myself without waking him, and felt his arms tighten immediately, apparently registering my movement even through his continued sleep.

"Don't," he murmured, his voice thick and rough, "not yet."

I felt myself smile despite everything complicated about our current situation, appreciating the same sleepy, possessive request from the previous morning.

"You're still sleeping," I pointed out, though I made no genuine effort to actually pull away.

"Mm," he acknowledged, though his eyes remained closed, his hold on me not loosening in the slightest.

I settled back against him, understanding I genuinely didn't mind the continued closeness despite my earlier intention to actually study him from a more discreet distance. My hand remained resting against his chest, and I felt his heartbeat beneath my palm, steady and strong, something oddly comforting about that simple, tangible confirmation of his continued presence and protection.

Eventually his eyes opened properly, meeting mine with immediate, genuine warmth despite his obvious lingering sleepiness.

"Good morning," he said, something soft and content in his rough, sleep-thickened voice.

"Good morning," I replied, suddenly self-conscious about exactly how long I'd apparently been studying him while he remained unaware.

"You're staring," he observed, something amused entering his expression now that he'd fully woken.

I felt my cheeks warm further, understanding I'd been genuinely caught. "I was simply... observing," I said, though the explanation felt considerably weaker than I intended.

"Observing," he repeated, something teasing evident in his tone despite the early hour. "Any particular conclusions from your observation?"

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