The Alpha's Surrogate: A Paranormal Pregnancy Romance by Angela Foxxe
Authors: Angela Foxxe
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thighs tight around his head, she couldn't move, she could barely breath as her orgasm shook her from her core to her fingers.
After what seemed like an eternity she collapsed, her head rolled to one side, her eyes half closed. She twitched from every movement, from every touch. The pleasure lingered in her.
She felt him sliding up her, his skin against hers. His hard muscles were circling her body as his arms slid under her and cradled her. She was weak from the intensity of her pleasure, she lay their like a doll as he wrapped her up.
His mouth found hers and she kissed him, he tasted sweet, and wonderful, and his smell burned itself in her brain. She found the strength to open her legs, to wrap her thighs around his waist. He needed no urging. His hard erection pushed against her, seeking an entrance. She needed him inside her, to feel his very being. Her desire ran true again, her skin and her body ached to be touched.
"Please," she whispered.
He pushed, slow at first, entering her slowly, she exhaled with a deep sigh of contentment as his massive penis penetrated her virgin sex.
"Oh god, please don't ever stop."
Once fully lodged within her, Richard pushed up, looked deeply at her. She could see the moonlight reflecting off of his yellow wolf eyes.
"I love you," he whispered to her. Then, with the utmost care, he made love to her.
She came with the first thrust, her body turning to jelly, she couldn't think, couldn’t breathe, all there could be was him inside her, filling her, she screamed again and again. She lost track of time as the night wore on.
Richard stopped, found her mouth with his and kissed her deeply, then in the midst of their kiss, pushed himself deep into her, his body went rock still as he let loose his seed inside her. The sudden flood of warmth and the spasm of his body in her, sent her over the edge, her body responded, her hips bucked and she cried out with one last rush of pleasure. They collapsed together, entwined in arms and legs, as the sun rose over the mountains.
CHAPTER SIX
In the deep, snow covered woods of the Cascade Mountains, the sound of a violin echoed off the mountains. Vivaldi Concerto No. 1 rang throughout the hills and trees, through the rivers and streams. The deer and rabbits grazing this part of the forest migrated toward the sound of the strings to listen to its beauty and passion.
In a small clearing, near a little brook, was Reign. She was bundled in a large white coat with fur trim, and a knit cap to keep the cold off her ears. She cradled a dark wood violin between her neck and hands as she played with all her heart.
Her audience consisted of any woodland animal that was brave enough to close the distance. Her biggest fan, though, was the large salt and peppered timber wolf that lay at her feet, lazily soaking in the early winter sun and the sounds of the violin. Reign swayed with the music as she played the piece’s difficult parts, her eyes closed, and the music filled her soul, telling her where to go next. She followed it to the ultimate conclusion, finally bringing the violin down to rest on her swollen belly.
The last nine months had brought so many changes to her life. She practically lived in exile at Richard’s lodge, the home for his werewolf pack. After two wars with other packs in the area, and one of their own being kidnapped and tortured in a desperate effort to destroy the pack, Richard wouldn’t let her leave.
While she had seen first-hand how vicious and cruel others were capable of being, she was only nineteen, pregnant, and she wanted her mom. The last person who could be with her. Richard was courting disaster just having her there, it would be impossible for him to defend his actions if her mother was there as well.
As the echoes of the violin faded and Reign placed it with gentle care back in the case, the normal sounds of the forest returned. The violin, a gift from
After what seemed like an eternity she collapsed, her head rolled to one side, her eyes half closed. She twitched from every movement, from every touch. The pleasure lingered in her.
She felt him sliding up her, his skin against hers. His hard muscles were circling her body as his arms slid under her and cradled her. She was weak from the intensity of her pleasure, she lay their like a doll as he wrapped her up.
His mouth found hers and she kissed him, he tasted sweet, and wonderful, and his smell burned itself in her brain. She found the strength to open her legs, to wrap her thighs around his waist. He needed no urging. His hard erection pushed against her, seeking an entrance. She needed him inside her, to feel his very being. Her desire ran true again, her skin and her body ached to be touched.
"Please," she whispered.
He pushed, slow at first, entering her slowly, she exhaled with a deep sigh of contentment as his massive penis penetrated her virgin sex.
"Oh god, please don't ever stop."
Once fully lodged within her, Richard pushed up, looked deeply at her. She could see the moonlight reflecting off of his yellow wolf eyes.
"I love you," he whispered to her. Then, with the utmost care, he made love to her.
She came with the first thrust, her body turning to jelly, she couldn't think, couldn’t breathe, all there could be was him inside her, filling her, she screamed again and again. She lost track of time as the night wore on.
Richard stopped, found her mouth with his and kissed her deeply, then in the midst of their kiss, pushed himself deep into her, his body went rock still as he let loose his seed inside her. The sudden flood of warmth and the spasm of his body in her, sent her over the edge, her body responded, her hips bucked and she cried out with one last rush of pleasure. They collapsed together, entwined in arms and legs, as the sun rose over the mountains.
CHAPTER SIX
In the deep, snow covered woods of the Cascade Mountains, the sound of a violin echoed off the mountains. Vivaldi Concerto No. 1 rang throughout the hills and trees, through the rivers and streams. The deer and rabbits grazing this part of the forest migrated toward the sound of the strings to listen to its beauty and passion.
In a small clearing, near a little brook, was Reign. She was bundled in a large white coat with fur trim, and a knit cap to keep the cold off her ears. She cradled a dark wood violin between her neck and hands as she played with all her heart.
Her audience consisted of any woodland animal that was brave enough to close the distance. Her biggest fan, though, was the large salt and peppered timber wolf that lay at her feet, lazily soaking in the early winter sun and the sounds of the violin. Reign swayed with the music as she played the piece’s difficult parts, her eyes closed, and the music filled her soul, telling her where to go next. She followed it to the ultimate conclusion, finally bringing the violin down to rest on her swollen belly.
The last nine months had brought so many changes to her life. She practically lived in exile at Richard’s lodge, the home for his werewolf pack. After two wars with other packs in the area, and one of their own being kidnapped and tortured in a desperate effort to destroy the pack, Richard wouldn’t let her leave.
While she had seen first-hand how vicious and cruel others were capable of being, she was only nineteen, pregnant, and she wanted her mom. The last person who could be with her. Richard was courting disaster just having her there, it would be impossible for him to defend his actions if her mother was there as well.
As the echoes of the violin faded and Reign placed it with gentle care back in the case, the normal sounds of the forest returned. The violin, a gift from
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