Chapter 90 90
“Stay,” Fernando muttered against her hair.
Morning had long slipped into afternoon, yet he still refused to let her leave the bed.
Heat crept up Sofía’s cheeks as memories of the night before flooded her mind. He had made love to her without pause, without mercy, until dawn painted the sky. He hadn’t let her sleep not truly not until morning.
He was a beast.
A gentle one.
Only because of their baby.
If not for that, she was certain he would have driven her past every limit she had.
Last night had revealed something else too his stamina was terrifying. Three consecutive rounds and he hadn’t even seemed winded, while she had been clinging to consciousness, her body trembling after wave upon wave of bone-melting, soul-draining pleasure.
Her face burned as she traced lazy circles over his chest, lost in thought. She pressed a soft kiss there. Then another. Then snuggled closer.
“Baby… you wet for me?” he rasped.
Her heart skipped.
Was this man insatiable?
A giggle slipped from her lips as she shook her head.
A low growl vibrated beneath her palm.
“Fuck. You’re lying,” he grumbled.
She gasped when his large hand slid between her thighs and cupped her heat.
Another growl, deeper this time. “So fucking wet.”
Before she could respond, he was out of bed.
She whimpered at the sudden loss of warmth but quickly squeezed her eyes shut when he strode toward the bathroom completely naked.
God.
He had no shame whatsoever.
She sat upright, dragging the sheets around herself protectively. Minutes later he returned still gloriously bare and she let out a squeal, covering her eyes as she hurled a cushion at him.
“Cover yourself!”
Her protest lasted all of two seconds.
He crossed the distance in long strides and scooped her into his arms bridal-style. She clutched the sheets instinctively, dragging them with her.
He groaned.
“Leave the sheets, doll,” he warned, voice firm.
That tone was enough. She released them at once.
Her gaze dropped shyly, but she felt his heated stare on her chest.
He carried her into the bathroom and shut the door with his leg. The jacuzzi had already been filled with steaming water.
He set her gently on the edge before stepping in first. Once seated, he pulled her down between his legs.
She tried desperately to maintain some distance, to avoid brushing against his arousal. He tugged her back with ease.
She stifled a gasp as she felt his hardness press against her hips.
He dampened her hair, working shampoo through the strands with slow, deliberate care. His hands moved down to her shoulders, kneading away tension until a soft sigh escaped her lips.
Then his palms slid forward.
He cupped her breasts, massaging them with deliberate tenderness.
Sofía trembled helplessly as he worshipped her body with patient hands.
His touch drifted over her rounded belly, warm and protective, before traveling lower teasing, circling, igniting her all over again.
Within seconds she was breathless.
He chuckled darkly.
“Let me have you, baby,” he murmured into her ear.
Gripping her hips, he lifted her slightly and positioned himself. She lowered herself onto him slowly.
A whimper left her lips.
A groan tore from his.
Her fingers clung to the edge of the jacuzzi as she began to move carefully but the slow pace proved torturous for him. He tangled a hand into her hair, gently pulling her head back until her spine aligned with his chest.
Then he took control.
He moved with rhythm and precision.
Slow.
Then fast.
Then slow again.
The water rippled and splashed around them as they climbed together, breath mingling, bodies slick and trembling.
When release finally overtook them, they collapsed against each other, panting.
Her legs felt like jelly as he helped her stand and guided her beneath the shower. He washed her gently, then wrapped her in a towel and dried her carefully.
“Go change,” he instructed.
She glanced down shyly, reaching for the towel, but he growled low in warning. When she hesitated, he landed a firm slap on her backside.
She gasped as the skin instantly warmed beneath his hand, the faint outline of his fingers blooming red.
She shot him a murderous glare before darting into the wardrobe.
His deep chuckle followed her.
Sofía quickly slipped into a loose summer dress. Before he could drag her back to bed again, she hurried out of the room and made her way to the kitchen moving gingerly. She was sore everywhere.
Corinne was already seated, eating breakfast. Sofía joined her.
Their eyes met.
Corinne smirked.
“Let me guess. Vigorous reunion?”
Sofía’s mouth fell open in horror, and Corinne burst into laughter.
“It’s obvious, babe. Our mates come back after months of course every woman in this pack is walking funny today. I almost feel bad for the singles.”
Sofía couldn’t help but laugh softly.
They finished breakfast together, while Fernando and his warriors were served in the dining room well into the afternoon. The entire household schedule had shifted.
As Sofía stepped outside, she noticed something amusing every woman whose mate had returned wore the same flushed cheeks she did. It was embarrassing… and strangely thrilling.
Fernando called her name.
He took her hand and led her outside where the entire pack had gathered warriors, mates, his beta, gamma, elders, everyone.
They were chanting his name.
He raised his hand, and silence fell instantly.
“Tonight, we celebrate,” he announced. “We have won. Victory is ours.”
Cheers erupted.
His expression grew solemn. “We lost some of our warriors. My deepest condolences to their families. They will be cared for.”
Sofía saw the grief flicker in his eyes. He loved his warriors fiercely.
Then his tone shifted.
“I have more good news.”
He drew her closer and placed his hand over her belly.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
“Your Luna is pregnant.”
The pack exploded in joyous cheers.
Cécile had already lifted the scent-concealing spell. Fernando inhaled sharply and this time, he could scent the baby clearly.
His eyes widened in stunned wonder as he stared at Sofía.