Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 134: Rose and Tristan Together Again

*Rose*

The way Tristan is looking at me when he says, “Well, it’s just you and me now, little flower,” I know exactly what he’s thinking. He is making those amorous eyes at me, and I feel an ache begin to form between my legs as my pulse races.

But then I remember I’m lugging around four kids, and as much as I want Tristan, and I’m sure there’s probably a way to make it happen, it wouldn’t be easy.

it probably wouldn’t be very comfortable either.

Not for me anyway…. I’m not sure about the babies. They would probably just think I was riding on a pogo stick.

But as he begins to touch me, running his fingertips up my arm, his face hovering closer and closer to mine–at an angle because of my enormous baby cage–I am drawn to him.

Tristan’s mouth descends upon mine, and this isn’t the sweet, chaste sort of kiss I’ve been peppered with lately.

This is a kiss full of want and need.

And my mouth reciprocates, hungrily drawing him in, my tongue eager to dance with his. I have forgotten how good he tastes, how quickly my body responds to his.

He pulls back from me, leaving my lips quivering as my eyes fly open and my mouth searches for his. Giving a little chuckle, Tristan repositions himself so that he’s sitting next to me. “Well, I guess you missed me, baby.”

I feel my cheeks flush, not from the heat of being so near this amazing, hot man I love so much but because he’s right. I have missed him. I’ve missed all of my men.

Now that he’s back at my shoulder, his hand slips up to catch my cheek and pull me close, and he leans in again. But I freeze, pulling back a bit.

“What is it, Rose?” he asks, his eyebrows nearly touching with concern.

I miss all of my men–all of them.

“Eli,” I whisper.

“No, I’m Tristan,” he says, a crooked grin on his face. “I’m sure it’s easy for you to get confused with four suitors, but I’m the biggest guy, the one with the crazy dark hair. Eli’s is red, and he’s tinier than me. In every way.” He waggles his eyebrows at me, trying his best to make me laugh, and I almost do.

But then I remember that Eli is out there somewhere and needs to be found. He could be in danger. He could be hurt.

I won’t let my mind go to the last place it is seeking, where else he could be.

I feel tears forming in my eyes. “Tristan, I just don’t think–”

He puts a finger to my lips, cutting me off. “Don’t say it, Rose. I know you’re concerned about Eli. I am, too, and I’ve got my mind-link open and tuned in.” I almost laugh at that, too, because it’s pretty much impossible to turn it off unless you’re asleep, out of range, knocked out, or….

Nope, I won’t let myself think about it.

Tristan won’t let me think about it either as he replaces his finger with his mouth and begins to kiss me again.

At first, I want to fight it and tell him I’m serious, that I can’t be fooling around at a time like this when Eli is gone, but then, when he deepens the kiss, my mind starts to go to places where I can no longer control it. I have to respond to him.

Tristan’s warm mouth moves off my lips and down to my neck as his hands slip inside of the top of my dress, through my bra, to find a nipple. It’s been far too long since any of my men have truly touched me in such a way, and I am like putty in his hands.

He plays with my breast as he continues to suck and lick my neck before he opens the top of my dress and moves his mouth down to my breasts, muttering, “Damn, these are some nice melons you’ve got here, little flower.”

I want to laugh but when he begins to lick and suck on my breasts, all I can do is tangle my fingers through his hair, close my eyes, and hold on for dear life.

His tongue swirls around a nipple, sucking, lapping, and licking me. I let out a soft moan, which encourages him even more. His hand slides down my side, and he moves my skirt out of the way. His fingers ripple along my panties, which are already sopping wet from the emotions he’s stirring inside of me.

When he slides his fingers around the fabric and touches my heated folds, I can’t help but let out a, “Oh, Tristan!”

He kisses my baby bump on the way down between my legs, and I can’t help but spread my knees far apart for him. He removes my panties completely and tosses them aside before I feel his mouth moving on me. He starts out slow, kissing and nuzzling me, but as soon as his tongue flicks against my folds, I am pressing down against him. He takes my nub between his lips and sucks, grazing it with his teeth, and my head begins to go fuzzy.

Without a word, he responds to my body, moving his tongue faster, pushing into me deeper, licking and lapping up my juices. All I can do is grab his curls and hold on as I move my hips against him, longing for him to send me tumbling over the edge, a place it seems like I haven’t been for too long.

I feel my muscles begin to spasm, pulsing around his tongue as he works faster, paying careful attention to my clit as I cry out, screaming his name and moaning like a wild animal. When I finally hit my climax, I find myself shouting at him to keep going, “Yes, yes!” I say like one of those silly women in a romance novel.

I don’t even care, it feels so good.

But then, I find myself breathless, and I know I can’t take anymore. With one last outcry, I push his head away, and Tristan obediently lets me go. I close my eyes, my head nestled in the pillows, as I try to get my breath.

A moment later, he is next to me, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, smiling at me. “Did you like that?” he asks as I gaze at him through slitted eyes.

“Could you not tell?” I ask him, and he chuckles before he kisses me, and I taste myself on his lips.

He lays next to me, fixing my dress and pulling down my skirt before we wrap each other up with our arms. I close my eyes and try to relax, but I sure hope that we haven’t missed anything that has to do with Eli while we were wrapped up in ourselves.

As if he’s reading my mind, Tristan says, “They’re out looking for him, but they haven’t found anything yet. That’s according to Reece.”

“Thank you,” I manage as I begin to calm a bit.

He nods, but he has something on his mind that he’s not telling me, and I'm even more worried. “What is it?” I ask him.

With a sigh, he asks me, “What do you know about Cora?”