Alpha's Child by Aubrey Rose Page A

knew that.
    Julia was spread-eagled beneath him now, her body hot under his and her scent tinted brightly with desire. She reached her head up off the bed and kissed him softly, once, on the lips. Slowly, painstakingly, her lips brushed his chin and she lowered her face.
    Tease . The abrupt back-and-forth between rough and sensual drove Damien nearly crazed with lust. He wanted her like he never had before.
    He kicked his boxers off just as she bit his lip again. He tugged her hair back at the same time that he thrust into her and kissed her again, just below her ear on her exposed neck. She shivered underneath him.
    “Oh, Damien!” she said in a half gasp, half moan.
    Her warm wetness wrapped tightly around his length. As he drove inside her again, he put his teeth on her exposed neck as if to bite her but then closed his lips gently. Her nails scrabbled over his back. He realized with her sharp inward breath that she wasn’t being rough.; she was simply spasming in her climb to ecstasy. The connection between them throbbed with passion. Her panties were still around her knees, her heartbeat thudding in his ears.
    “Harder,” she gasped.
    Careful, careful. He bit his lip, resisting the urge to drive into her too deeply. Still, she knew her limits—and she was pulling him into a faster rhythm. Soon he was pounding her, faster and faster. Every thrust rocked her whole body, rocked the bed, probably rocked the walls. A part of his mind worried he was hurting her, but her hands kept clutching at his back, urging him on.
    “Ohh!”
    Her cries were getting gradually louder and higher in pitch. Hearing her beginning to rise toward her climax made the feeling build in him as well. They approached the bliss in a deep synchrony of body and mind. Their connection sang with electricity.
    Suddenly, Damien saw.
    There was no build-up at all. One instant his world was black, just as it always was, and the next instant everything was light and shapes and colors just as it had been long ago. He saw his own face, from Julia’s eyes but as if through his own. He saw his expression as he pumped his hips, a determined, almost angry look. He saw his stubble, accentuating his jawline. And he saw the knotted scars across his eyelids.
    Then, just as Julia cried out, his mind went blank with ecstasy.
     

CHAPTER ELEVEN
    Julia
    “What do you think?” Damien asked Mara. Julia tensed in her chair at the words.
    They were sitting around the kitchen table. Mara had been silent the entire time. Now, as Damien asked her, she lifted her head up and looked at him, then at Julia.
    “Me?” Mara asked in surprise. “I don’t… I shouldn’t have any say in whether we leave. I’ve just arrived.”
    “You’re just as much a member of the pack as any of us,” Katherine said. “We’re all pickups. Odds and ends.” She waved her hand. “You get it. And you’ve lived with these wolves—you know how they would attack better than any of us.”
    Mara looked away and gnawed on her lower lip in thought before speaking.
    “This place is good territory. But the wolves here are dangerous. Especially now that their leader is dead. They’ll be fighting among themselves to find a new alpha, and they won’t want us around. Whoever wins, they’ll want to beat out Damien and take over this pack. They’ll want to take Julia. They’ll want to take her babies.”
    A black coldness swept over Julia and she crossed her arms over her belly. Obviously she was well aware of the danger, but hearing it said aloud so bluntly somehow made it more real.
    “So we’ll find a new place to live,” Katherine said. “Kyle and I can go looking.”
    Damien shook his head, the guilt etched clearly into his features. “You’ve just about finished your shelter—”
    “We want to do whatever’s best for the pack,” Kyle said. “Just give us the word and we’ll go.”
    “Yes,” Katherine said.
    Their unquestioning readiness to help made a swell of warmth rise in