Chapter 35

BLAIR

Dalton's question breaks through the haze that now fills my mind. I'm quite dazed by the alcohol, although I don't know why I started thinking about baby names. Could I be pregnant? There's only one way to find out, but I don't think I would feel any different at least, though I'm not sure. I'll have to take a test.

"I don't think so," I reply simply.

Drunk, everything seems simple to me.

I feel him release all the air he was holding in his body. I wonder why he did that. I know we're young to have a child, but most alphas have pups at this age.

Do I want to be a mother? Of course, I do.

"What was it that you wanted to tell me?" I remember what happened a few seconds ago.

He remains silent for a few seconds and then exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair.

"Nothing," I hear his voice sounding somewhat unsure, but the haze reappears in my brain.

A strange impulse takes over my body and I stand up just to straddle Dalton, there on a bench in the middle of the night. I take Dalton's face in my hands and slowly begin to kiss him, lingering on his lips as long as necessary.

For a moment he seems surprised, but then he forgets and places his hands on my waist, pulling me closer to him. I take his lower lip between my teeth and give it a gentle tug. I think it's the heat that is already making itself present in our bond, but I want to have him over me now.

"Take me home," I say.

I don't need to repeat my words for Dalton to stand up.

Sex. That's the only word in my head.

I don't know how we got home, but we did. As soon as we arrive, Dalton carries me up to our room. Why hadn't we done this before? I feel like when I was about to lose my virginity to Dalton a sea of sensations awaited me. Elsa.

That was the reason why I hadn't had sex with Dalton. I try to stop Dalton's kisses on my neck, but it's simply impossible. We enter the room and Dalton places me on the dresser next to some small armchairs.

Dalton positions himself between my legs and runs his hands gently along the sides of my body until his fingers rest just below my breasts. I suppress a moan while keeping my eyes fixed on him. I try to push him away from my body again, but I can't get him to move.

"Let me make up for my mistake, don't condemn me forever." He leaves a trail of kisses from my ear to the corner of my lips, without touching them.

"Don't play with me, Dalton," I barely murmur in a choked voice. I want him to touch me, to make me his, to have his hands roam my body, but I have to close the chapter of Elsa in our lives already. I've tolerated it enough.

I'm sure Dalton knows exactly the meaning of my words, and they were true. Perhaps with this, our fights would diminish. He kissed me urgently as if absorbing the essence of my lips, but with patience, like the most experienced wine taster with an intoxicating, exotic, and delicious liquid. I move my fingers, tangling them in his short, wavy hair.

I feel the strength and firmness of his member pressing against my abdomen. I let out a weak groan that Dalton took advantage of, delving deeper into the corners of my mouth. Gradually, I feel the heat between my thighs increase, and so does my need for him.

A strange need leads me to move against the erection pressing against my belly, while Dalton's hands remove my coat and blouse over my head. I hear him growl, and that's when I remember what kind of bra I'm wearing, a lace one that exposes everything.

"You're... you're exquisite, Blair," he whispers in a deeper voice than usual, admiring my breasts and reaching behind to unclasp the garment. As soon as it disappears from my skin, he leans in and his tongue encircles the areola of my right breast.

The contact of his tongue on my skin makes me arch my body in his direction as if begging him to take me. He makes me wait a little longer, and I'm sure he's doing it on purpose, sliding his tongue across the skin that separates both breasts. His hand slides down to my buttocks and pulls me closer to his erection if that's even possible. He lifts me up and forcefully removes my skirt along with my stockings, but I don't care about being careful at this moment.

He takes me by the waist and lifts me, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I need him now.

I'm back on the piece of furniture, and with his free hand, he swiftly tears off the thong I'm wearing, carelessly tossing it across the room. I let out a loud moan that I try to muffle against his neck, but it's almost useless when I feel his hand moving to my nether region to gauge how wet I am. With the moisture between my legs, he rubs a finger back and forth, causing spasms of pleasure. I cling to his shoulders tightly, and I'm almost certain I've dug my nails into him.

"And only mine," he growls, not stopping his hand's movements on my nether region.

He kisses me and captures all the moans that his hands elicit, while simultaneously penetrating me with his middle and index fingers, his thumb relentlessly torturing my clitoris. Soon, heat takes over my skin, and blood flows rapidly, eager for desire. Waves of pleasure send spasms coursing through me, and orgasm floods over me like successive waves crashing onto the shore.

I rest my head on Dalton's chest, trying to recover from what just happened. I can hear his heart pounding against his chest, and there I understand what it means for hearts to beat in unison. I touch his cheek tenderly and nibble on his chin, still trembling. Then I move down to his neck, tasting his salty and masculine flavor. I grind against his member, and I hear a growl from him.

"It's your turn," I say slowly as I strip his body of his clothes.

"I want to possess you. I need to be inside you," he whispers in my ear with a hoarse voice.

Those words alone reignite my body. It doesn't matter that I just had an orgasm; I want to experience it again, but this time in sync with Dalton. With all the bravery I have in me, I say:

"I want you inside me too..."

Without any preamble, Dalton picks me up and carries me to the chaise longue, laying me down. He looks at me intently as he removes his pants and boxers, never taking his eyes off me.

DALTON

She was there, reclined on a chair, waiting for me to take her, to make her mine. Her beautiful body is that any man would die to touch. She and that beautiful body were my downfalls but also my salvation.

She surrendered herself to my body and soul, while I only complicated her life. When she told me she didn't think she was pregnant, something crumbled inside me, but I didn't feel the same disappointment that overwhelmed me with Elsa, only strange anger.

"I love everything about you," I confessed sincerely. To prove it to her, I left a trail of kisses on her face and neck, descending to kiss her belly, where I hope our child will someday grow.

I wanted to be a father, but only with her, with no one else. Seeing her body transform through pregnancy and knowing she carries our child, that's what I wanted, a child with her.

I returned to her lips and explored her mouth, and before kissing her passionately again, I traced the outline of those sensual lips with my tongue.

"I desire you, Dalton," she whispered when I licked her nipples again. "Now, please."

I chuckled slightly, knowing that if Blair said that without the alcohol present in her body, she would turn as red as a tomato. With a quick movement, I moved her legs to the edge of the chair and positioned myself on top of her, between her legs.

"Should I assume this isn't the first time you've done this?" she asked, looking into my eyes.

"That doesn't matter now. It's just you and me," I smiled at her to reassure her. "And it will always be like that."

I felt her breathing quicken, making it difficult for her to breathe normally. I had positioned myself between her legs, and the tip of my penis tantalizingly bordered her intimacy.

"Dalton?" she called with sensuality and longing.

I was delaying the moment because I wanted her to be very aroused and wet. So I slid my member over her sex without penetrating her. I rubbed it up and down, feeling it soak with her moisture. Slowly, I entered her, without reaching the end.

Blair arched her hips upward, trying to draw him in completely.

"Don't torture me... I want you inside... now."

I leaned in to kiss her.

"You're a little bossy," I whispered with a growl.

I penetrated her with a single thrust, all the way to the deepest point, fitting perfectly together. It was destiny that her body matched mine, softness contrasting with roughness. Every corner of her body was mine, and nothing and no one would change that.

She moaned and writhed. She wrapped her soft legs around my hips. I tightened my grip with my hands on her hips and perky buttocks, thrusting fiercely again and again. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the air.

Feeling Blair's intimate walls contracting around my member, squeezing and expanding, extracting everything from me. When we exploded into a colossal orgasm, I felt that the connection between us went beyond pleasure, beyond the possession of her perfect body. At that moment, I knew I would never feel anything like it with any other woman. Because the connection transcended physical levels and touched a nerve that no one had ever reached.

How could I tell her about Elsa, knowing that she would leave me?