Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 152: You Have to Go

*Barbara*

I beat the wolves carrying the Breeder over the castle wall and through the forest to Kane’s line of defense by at least twenty minutes. Considering my malnourished state, I thought it was pretty good. Granted, I could’ve run faster if I’d had some real food in the last few days, other than just the slop they brought me in the deep dungeon.

I break through Kane’s line, shouting at the fucking warriors who I am through the mind-link. One of them recognized me, even though I am in my wolf form, and I make my way to the camp, hearing the warriors howling behind me. I figure they see the Breeder being carried in. They should be celebrating our triumphant capture of the bitch and removal of her ass from the castle.

But they’d better recognize that the majority of the work was done by me, not the assholes carrying her now.

With a humph, I head to what has to be Kane’s tent. I know it’s his because it’s huge. It looks like the sort of tent a person would set up in order to host a wedding or some other sort of grand event, not the type a person drags around a battlefield.

Inside, I see a lavish four-poster bed, a dresser with fine gold finishes, and every other comfort a person could imagine. It is more like being back home in his palace than being in the midst of a battlefield.

“Only Kane would go to such lengths to make himself seem important,” I mumble. I shift into my human form and rush over to the shower he has set up in the corner. When I turn the water on, it’s instantly hot, and I can’t believe he’s managed to get a hot water heater out here in the middle of the forest.

I get in and let the warmth relax my muscles, scrubbing off layers and layers of dirt and grime from the dungeon. It feels amazing! I use Kane’s body wash to lather myself up, and even though it smells a bit too masculine for me, that scent also reminds me of him.

Before I stop to think about it, I’m touching myself. It’s been far too long since I had sex, and now that I’m surrounded by the smell of bergamot and sandalwood, well, I can’t help but linger on my more sensitive body parts, pinching a nipple, and sliding my fingers through my folds and then into my body.

I let out a low moan as my thumb presses against my clit. It feels so good. I wish Kane was here. Even though I am angry at him for not coming to rescue me himself, it doesn’t make me want him any less.

I am building up a lot of tension, my hand pumping in and out of my sweet spot over and over again, when the shower curtain is suddenly thrown back.

My eyes open, and I see Kane standing there, staring at me. “What are you–!” He pauses when he realizes it’s me, and he sees exactly what it is that I am doing.

A crooked smile comes over his handsome face. I really have missed him, and having him watch me touch myself this way turns me on. I continue to stroke as I look into his dark eyes, take in the strong features of his regal face, the way his dark hair swoops up on one side into a crest above his right eye.

His tongue darts out, and he licks his lips as I begin to orgasm. “Wait!” he commands, and then, he’s stripping his clothing off.

I slow down, but I don't pull my hand completely. It feels too good to stop.

Once he’s naked, too, he steps into the shower with me, his erect cock searching me out. He’s not as long as some of the lovers I’ve had, but with Kane, it’s not the size that counts–it’s how he uses it.

He lifts me, and I remove my hand to wrap my arms around his broad, muscular shoulders. He has a nice six pack that I like to drag my fingernails down when we are in bed, but for now, I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on. We have to be careful because we are in a makeshift shower in a tent, after all.

He enters me completely, and I pull myself closer so that I can feel all of him. Somehow, he manages to pound into me even without a lot of leverage, and within seconds, I am moaning and panting, screaming his name.

My ecstasy is short lived, as it always is with Kane, when he explodes inside of me only a few minutes after we’ve begun. I suddenly remember his shortcomings as he withdraws himself from me, and I set my feet back down on the bottom of the shower.

Taking more of his body wash in my hands, I scrub my va-jay-jay again. Why don’t men use loofahs? They’re so much easier.

He cleans himself, too, neither of us speaking until he’s done. The water is turning cold, so we both step out, and he grabs a towel–to dry himself off with. While I stand there and drip, looking for another one.

Since I don’t see another towel, I have to wait, and when he’s finished, he hands me the damp one he’s just used.

“Thanks,” I mutter, using it to squeeze out the water in my hair before I dry off my body. By the time I’m done, the towel is soaked, and there’s a puddle on the floor of the tent.

He’s fully dressed and irritated at me. “Well, don’t just leave standing water in my home!” he says. He walks over to a nearby cabinet and pulls out a new, dry bath towel and sops it up.

I fold my arms beneath my naked chest and glare at him.

“What?” Kane asks, hanging up the two towels.

“You had another towel and made me use your old one?”

With a shrug, he says, “I didn’t see what difference it made.’

I’m still shaking my head when he looks me up and down and asks, “Well, aren’t you going to get dressed? I mean, I love looking at your naked body, but we’ve got things to do, and people might walk in at any moment.”

“Dressed in what?” I ask, flailing my arms out. “I was wearing rags in the dungeon, and then I stole a guard’s uniform to get out of there, but I shredded that when escaping. So…?”

He sighs loudly and walks to his dresser, mumbling about how he has to do everything. He pulls out a long black T-shirt and tosses it to me. I put it on, but I have to wonder where the pants are.

As he walks back to me, Kane explains. “I suppose there’s no need for you to put too many clothes on since you’ll have to shift soon anyway.”

I stare at him for a moment after the shirt drops over my head. “What do you mean?” I ask him. “I’m not planning on going out there and fighting with your troops. I’ve already done enough for you!”

“No, no, of course not,” he says, flipping his hand around like I’m a lunatic for assuming that’s what he meant. “I wouldn’t dream of asking you to do that. Besides, you have a much more important task to take care of.”

“What do you mean?” I ask him as my stomach begins to rumble. I’m so hungry! Doesn’t he have any food around here?

“Why, someone’s got to make sure those stupid ass Alphas don’t think I’m the one who took the Breeder,” he says with a shrug.

“But… you are the one who took the Breeder,” I remind him, wondering where the bitch is now.

“I know that. And you know that. But they can’t know that! Not yet anyway! It will only make them angry. No, you need to convince them that Stephen must have her or that Gene has done something with her.” He nods his head like he knows exactly what he’s talking about.

The only problem is, he has no idea what he’s talking about!

“Me?” I ask him. “Don’t be stupid! They would never believe me. I was in the dungeon and escaped by killing a guard. They probably already suspect I’m the one who took her. No, there’s no way I can help with that.”

He eyes me with great scrutiny in his gaze before he says, “You can. And you will. It has to be you, Barbara. No one else can convince them. Use your… beguiling capabilities.”

“But… I’m not even there!” I shout, throwing my hands out.

Kane takes a step closer to me so I can smell his garlic breath on my face. “You’ll have to… go back.”