Mated to Her Alpha Instructor Chapter 94

Eileen

I trembled as I turned over, my arms barely supporting my weight. The new position made me feel exposed in a way I'd never experienced—my back to him, the petals soft beneath my knees.

"Regis..." My voice was barely a whisper.

His hands settled on my hips, warm and reassuring, and I felt him lean over me, his chest pressing against my back. "Still good?" he murmured against my shoulder, his voice rough with restraint.

"Yes." I pushed back against him, needing him closer. "Don't stop."

He didn't need to be told twice. He entered me again—slower this time, deeper, the angle hitting something inside me that made my breath hitch.

"That's it," he whispered, his hand sliding up my spine to rest between my shoulder blades, grounding me. "Let me hear you."

One of his hands moved to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak in slow circles that sent sparks radiating through me. The other gripped my hip, controlling the pace as he began to move inside me with a deliberate, maddening rhythm.

Each thrust felt calculated to unravel me, to map every sensitive place inside me through our bond. I could feel him through that connection—his concentration, his determination to make me feel everything.

"Regis..." I gasped his name like a prayer, my fingers twisting in the sheets. "You can... you can go faster..."

His low laugh vibrated through me. "Can I?"

Before I could answer, his hips snapped forward with sudden force, and I cried out, my body arching involuntarily. He did it again, and again, building to a punishing pace that stole my breath and my coherent thoughts. All I could do was hold on, feel, let the sensations crash over me in waves.

"Look at you," he growled, his hand sliding into my hair, gathering the strands to bare the curve of my neck. "Taking everything I give you. You feel so tight around me, Eileen. Like you were made for this. Made for me."

The raw possessiveness sent a shock of heat through me. I'd never heard him speak like that—so unfiltered. It made me feel simultaneously cherished and owned.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded, his pace slowing to something torturous. "Use your words, Eileen."

I tried to speak, but all that came out were broken sounds of need. He stopped moving entirely, and I whimpered at the loss.

"Say it, or I stop here."

"I want—" My voice broke. "I want you. Inside me. Always. Please don't stop, Regis, please—"

His hand found that spot between my legs that made stars burst behind my eyes, and suddenly I was shattering again, my inner walls clenching around him as pleasure ripped through me. But he didn't let up. Instead, he continued, driving me higher even as I tried to come down from the peak.

"Too much," I sobbed, overwhelmed by the intensity. "I can't—"

"You can." His teeth grazed my shoulder, right over the fading mark. "One more time. For me."

When the third climax hit, it was almost painful in its intensity. His fangs sank into my shoulder at the same moment, and the sharp sting blended with the overwhelming pleasure. The mark flared to life, burning and perfect, sealing the connection between us.

My arms gave out. I would have collapsed onto the mattress if Regis hadn't caught me. He pulled me back against his solid chest, wrapping his arms around me like a shield, absorbing my tremors as the aftershocks rolled through me.

We lay there in the tangle of sheets and scattered petals, hearts hammering in sync, skin slick with sweat. It took a long time for the room to stop spinning, for my breathing to slow from ragged gasps to a steady rhythm. I felt boneless, utterly spent, capable only of nuzzling into the crook of his neck and closing my eyes.

Regis pressed a lingering kiss to my damp hair, his hand stroking a soothing line down my arm. "I've got you," he murmured, his voice deep and rumbling against my back. "Rest now."

For a while, there was only the sound of our breathing and the warmth of his body surrounding me.

It was in that quiet aftermath, as the adrenaline faded, that I felt it.

Usually, resting felt like a struggle to recharge a draining battery. But now, amidst the pleasant exhaustion of my muscles, there was a new sensation in my core. A tiny, golden flutter. Not a movement, but a... *hello*.

It wasn't the powerful, overwhelming current of my bond with Regis. It was smaller, softer, like a tiny hand curling around a finger. But it was distinct.

My hand drifted down, covering my lower belly, pressing against the skin as if to hold that sensation closer.

"Regis," I whispered, my voice trembling with sudden emotion.

He shifted immediately, propping himself up on one elbow to look at me, his hand covering mine on my stomach. "What is it? Are you hurting?"

"No," I choked out, tears springing to my eyes—not from sadness, but from a joy so sharp it pierced me. "I can feel it. Not just the energy... I can feel *the baby*."

I looked up at him, needing him to understand the magnitude of this. "Before, it felt like... like it was taking from me. Surviving off me. But now..." I pressed his hand tighter against me. "It feels like it's holding on to me. Like it trusts me."

For so long, I had feared my body was a hostile environment, that I was too broken to be a mother. But in this quiet moment, with Regis's mark fresh on my skin, that barrier had shattered. The baby wasn't just a physical weight; it was a presence. A consciousness.

*My pup.*

And for the first time, I felt it recognize me back. *Mama.*

Regis went still, his eyes widening as he focused, perhaps sensing the echo of that new, fragile bond through our own connection. His expression softened into something profound and awestruck.

"I'm proud of you," he murmured, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped my eye. "You are its mother. You are its world."

"It's different now," I whispered, a smile breaking through my tears. "We're connected. It knows I'm here. It feels... safe."

He pulled me closer, burying his face in my hair, his hand never leaving our child. Through our bond, I felt his immense relief and a fierce, swelling pride.

"I love you," he whispered into the darkness. "Both of you."

"I know." I closed my eyes, basking in the dual warmth—the strong, iron-clad bond of my Alpha wrapping around me, and the tiny, golden thread of my child tethering me from within. "I can feel it. We're finally whole."