The Prince’s Unwilling mate

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“I’m going to be honest with you, Darling.” I knew Griffin had something on his mind.

Still, this time he was going to tell me, so this time I was going to listen not judge him.

“I just love the idea of being close to you when you’re not on the pack ground. I know that you don’t want me to be overprotective. That you don’t think there still is any threat. And I want you to feel that way. To feel safe, but I don’t and to see nobody else feels the way I do it scares me. I won’t bother you at all I promise, we can take separate cars back. I won’t mind link or text you. Unless you let me know you need me, that’s the only thing I want to feel like I can be there for you if we need to.” I can hear how scared he is, both for my safety and to disappoint me.

I regret taking off my ring during that fight, mostly because of how deeply it hurt him. While I didn’t feel as threatened as Griff but as mates we needed to take care of each other. Make each other feel safe and loved, so I would not protest this. I would not tell him it was silly of

him.

“I’d like that too, baby, again I feel safe enough as it is. But having you closer feels even safer. Plus Dad and Grandpa will love being able to get a matching suit.” I honestly tell him, drawing my nails over his scalp the way he loves so much.

He instantly relaxes, hugging me close and that is how we end up falling

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asleep. We were cuddled up togetheandif finally felt like we were

getting back to how we were. How we were supposed to be. I knew we were struggling a bit now, but it was because we both needed to come to terms with a lot of s hit. As long as we have each other though we will be alright.

“What’s the matter, Darling?” Griffin’s arms wrap me from behind me, his stubble scratching my skin where he nuzzles my mark. They’re all comforting me, I feel stu pid for feeling a little down that some of my favorite jeans do not fit me anymore. I am not showing yet, since I am only ten weeks pregnant. My stomach is just a little bigger, not enough to see but enough for my jeans to be uncomfortable. I wanted to wear the. cute top, my mom sent me the other week. I cannot if I don’t have jeans to wear with them.

“I’m bloated, soon I will be like a ball short and round. I just want to wear my cute new top. I have been wearing dresses this week just because they fit my stomach.” I sigh, I have always been one for wearing jeans and tops.

I like my dresses on occasion but I am not one to wear dresses daily. Especially when I have a function now that requires me to wear dresses so often. Griffin just kisses the top of my head and walks off. For a moment I feel like he has nothing to say to reassure me. Because I am bloated and getting fat. But he is back seconds later with a hair tic. Kneeling in front of me he ties the hair tie to the button of the jeans I am wearing but couldn’t close. He pulled the tie through the buttonhole and

attached it to the button again. Closing my jeans he kisses the waistband. Moving up placing kisses over my stomach. Swirling his tongue around my belly button.

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“You’re not bloated, you’re not going to be like a ball. What you are is drop-dead gorgeous. The fact you are carrying our pup is only going to make you more beautiful.” If it had not been for his kisses, for the line his skillful tongue traced over my bare skin.

Then his words would have surely made me want him. When got up I noticed he wasn’t fully dressed yet either. Normally the sight of him in a dress shirt, boxer shorts, and socks wouldn’t get me going. But his kisses, his tongue had turned me on, my desire only fueled by his words. Now the smell of his arousal mixed with mine, his erection making his shirt fall in a weird angle. Emphasizing how hard he was for me. Made me rub my thighs together desperate for some friction.

“Darling we can’t, your” He started as this time I was the one to kneel down in front of him, freeing his hard co ck from his boxers. The second the tip of my tongue traced a path from the base to the tip of his co ck. The only thing he managed to mumble out was “Oh f uck” as his hand wrapped in my hair.

Hollowing my cheeks I worked to take every inch of him. The sensations of his load moans, the pulling on my hair, the scent of his arousal. The soft skin of his di ck brushing against my lips as I bobbed my head up and down. And the hardness of his co ck, in my throat, making it harder to breathe had me delirious with lust. I know we didn’t have time that is why I decided to give him just a quick bl ow job.

Now my entire body was aching for his touch. The way I was positioned now made it so that Griffin could not touch me. Steadying myself with one hand on his thigh, I slipped my other hand into my jeans and started stroking myself. It wasn’t nearly as good as being touched by Griffin felt but I needed to find some release. I had become delirious with want, leaving me breathless and dizzy.

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Griffin pulled free from my mouth with a resounding plop. I whined at the loss of contact. Still, I could not stop playing with myself. I was so close and I needed more but not being able to touch Griffin anymore only made it harder on me.

“Baby, come on I need to come, I want you to come” I whined squeezing my eyes shut to stay focused on the pleasure of my fingers stroking my cl it. Slipping into my wet pus sy.

I missed Griffin pulling my jeans and panties down and lying on the floor next to me. Then ride me, baby, why use your hand when you can use my body to come? His voice was h oa rse and as strained with lust as mine was. Sending more shivers of lust through my spine, I wasted no time. I positioned myself on top of Griffin. Lining his hard co ck in underneath my throbbing pu ssy and then I lowered myself down on top of him. No warning, not holding back. He hissed in pleasure and surprise, his hands gripping my hips, guiding our movements to an even more frantic pace. He must be close his thrust got sloppier and his grip tighter. One hand moved from my hips to my breast. Pinching my swollen nipples and it was enough to make me scream out. Riding every last wave of my or ga sm, Griffin’s eyes rolled to the back of his head moaning.

“You’re amazing, Darling” his or gasm followed mine closely. He was still holding me when he org asmed his erection had grown softer. But now before it was completely flaccid I could feel him grow hard again inside me.

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