Claimed by the Alphas: Part Six by Viola Rivard Read Free Book Online Page A

excitement. Without another word, he lowered himself back to her neck and trailed his hot breath upwards and over her delicate skin. Her nerve endings tingled in anticipation of his touch, and she was disappointed when not so much as a stubble of hair grazed her flesh.
     
    Need clenched her gut as he blew gently on the shell of her ear. His breath stoked her desire, but gave none of the fulfillment of a touch. It make the emptiness inside her grow, until she was throbbing with the need to be filled.
     
    Determined not to be the first to crack, she remained rigid, feigning disinterest in his ministrations, even as he began to dip down her body, heading for her breasts. Her toes curled at the mere thought of his breath over her nipples, which had been tender and oversensitive the few weeks.
     
    When he reached her breasts, Caim stared down at them, his eyes intens ely curious, as if he were seeing them for the first time. He sniffed her once, and then twice. Without warning, he latched his mouth onto her nipple. He sucked, not overly hard, but her breasts were sore and it hurt a little too much to be pleasurable.
     
    “I win,” she told him, trying to push him away. “Cut it out. I told you, you need to be careful with—” Mila’s eyes widened. Incredulously, she said, “Are you breastfeeding?”
     
    Caim continued to suck, his only reply and affirmative grunt. Mila gave him a hard smack on the shoulder.
     
    “Stop it, that’s so weird!” When that didn’t faze him she added, “It hurts, Caim.” That was true, but what m ostly concerned her was that in spite of the pain, it was strangely arousing, which was something she so did not want to explore.
     
    Caim pulled back, licking his lips. She sat up, her hands flying to cover her breasts. “You can’t do that,” she told him, her face heating.
     
    Being his usual, stubborn self, he said, “You are mine. I can do as I please.”
     
    She pursed her lips at him. “No, you can’t. That’s for the baby.”
     
    “My son will not have need of it for several more months,” he said matter-of-factly. He started to lower his head again. “I will be gentle.”
     
    “Not so fast,” she chided, grabbing his ear. He narrowed his eyes and pushed her hand away, but didn’t try to go for her breasts again.
     
    “It is a waste not to drink it,” he said, sounding petulant now.
     
    Mila shook her head, sighing. “I don’t think that’s how it works.”
     
    She had no idea how it worked. It actually freaked her out a little that the baby wasn’t due for another four months and she was already making milk. Hopefully Fern, who had some experience with pregnancies, would be able to shed some light on why it was happening. If not, she would probably have to add it to her pile of things to be worried about.
     
    “Look,” she said, placing her hand against his chest. “I don’t want to mess anything up right now. After the baby is born and everything goes okay, maybe the two of you can work out a feeding schedule with—”
     
    Mila laughed as Caim pushed her back down again. She was relieved to find that amusement had won out over annoyance on his face.
     
    “I would not take milk from my son,” he informed her, rubbing her stomach.
     
    Mila reached up and hooked a finger under his chin. “Good. Now that that’s settled, how about you give me that climax now?”
     
    Caim’s lips curved, and then he was on her again.
     

CHAPTER TEN
     
     
    One hot summer morning, Mila woke with a start. For one, disoriented moment, she thought that her mother was there with her, and she sat up on the furs, looking around the room in confusion.
     
    She was alone, which was unusual. The spot next to her was still warm, and she recognized Caim’s scent still lingering in the room. In a small crevice in the wall, a single candle had been lit. Assuming that she must have overslept, Mila relaxed, wiping the sweat from her brow. She debated going up to the main room