Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 279: The Third Mate

*Trisha*

I use my free hand to lock the door as Alessandro carries me into his room. I don’t feel as nervous as I did with Damon or even Braden, maybe because I’m starting to get used to making love to my mates.

And I really like it.

I guess two times doesn’t make me an expert, but it gives me enough experience to know that all my mates care about me and want to make me feel good. Damon and Braden were both so wonderful, and I know Alessandro will be too.

He carries me over to the bed and sets me right in the center of it, keeping my head lifted with one arm while he fluffs the pillow with another. He gently lets my head down, and I sink halfway in.

“Comfortable?” he asks.

I nod.

“Good,” he says.

Then he walks away.

What?

I frown, watching him take a shopping bag out of a drawer. He turns around and comes back to me with a sexy smirk.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“You’ll see in a bit,” he says, laying the sack on the nightstand.

Wondering what he’s up to, I give him a sideways glance, but he just laughs and caresses my cheek with his palm, crawling onto the bed with me and moving in for a kiss.

He tastes wonderful, and just like the others, he smells of apples and strawberries, yet there’s a different note in there—cinnamon, I think it is—that makes him unique. I close my eyes and relax to heighten the sensation, until I hear the plastic bag crumbling.

I open my eyes, but he puts his hand up to block that side of the bed. “No peeking. It’s a surprise.”

I giggle and close them again, happy to play along. Everything has been so serious up until now—the boy I needed to help, the kidnapping, Damon’s father, the war—so much so that I’m ready for a little silliness.

And Alessandro is happy to oblige, apparently.

We kiss a while longer, and I feel his hands reaching up the bottom of my shirt, tugging at it, so I help him out and pull it over my head, throwing it and my bra onto the floor. I’m not self-conscious about being naked anymore, not with one of my mates. I know I can trust them, that I can always feel secure around them. In fact, I like the way they look at my body with a mix of lust and love in their eyes.

Seconds later, I feel him undoing my pants, so once again, I help him along, lifting my hips so he can slide them down. I open my eyes and look at him. His silver irises are stunning, actually the color of the precious metal, not gray, shimmering in the dim light.

“Close your eyes again,” he whispers.

I obey, excited for his surprise and completely trusting that it’s going to be wonderful. Then I feel something soft, tickling, running against my thigh. I can’t help but open my eyes, and I see he’s holding a bright pink, fluffy feather and running it along my skin.

I laugh. “Where did you get that?”

He laughs with me. “I bought it at a shop on the docks. A lady came back to check on her shop while we were all busy getting the warriors loaded for the ride home. She was really nice, and I felt bad that the battle had cost her business, so I wanted to buy something from her. I saw this and thought it was perfect. It’s the end of a pen, see?”

He shows me the pen portion, which he’s detached so he can rub me with the feather part on the lid, and I laugh again.

“Well, it’s a beautiful feather,” I say. “That’s my surprise?”

“Not exactly.” He leans in again and kisses me.

I moan lightly. It feels so good, I want more of this surprise.

He interrupts our kiss, and I pout for a second as he lifts himself up, but when I see why, I accept the few seconds of separation. He pulls his shirt off, first revealing his washboard abs and then his thick, defined chest muscles and the bulk of his strong biceps.

I appreciate the view, and I show it with a smile. All my Alphas are well-built and sexy, but just like their scents, there are subtle differences in their muscle tone. Alessandro is built like a bodybuilder, with bulk and definition. Braden has more of a runner’s physique, though his muscles are still bigger than your average runner. Damon’s body is somewhere in between, like an overall athlete who excels at everything.

All of them are beautiful.

Alessandro slips off his pants and boxers quickly and joins me back in the bed. The warmth is welcomed, though I would have enjoyed just looking at him a while longer. It’s okay though. I’ll have the rest of my life to appreciate his body.

As big as his arm muscles are, it’s amazing how gentle his touch is. I imagine it takes a lot of restraint not to hurt me, but with him, it’s effortless. I feel the bulk of his stiff cock against my leg. It’s hard to believe that will fit inside me, but I know it will, and my need for him grows.

“You are gorgeous,” he whispers, kissing my body as he travels down to my breasts, then lingering there, sucking and licking them. I feel every touch deep in my core, awakening the need for him, and now that I know how that’s going to feel, I want to grab his cock and slide it in myself.

But I hold off, letting him take the lead, rubbing his strong hands against me and still tickling me lightly elsewhere. It makes me giggle, but the contrast between strong and light touch also adds more tingles of anticipation up and down my body.

Finally, it seems he’s done with the teasing as well. We’ve waited a long time to be together.

He slides on top of me, holding up his massive, muscular body with his strong arms, and he slides his cock in. I expect him to go slow, but he doesn’t, pushing in gently but not stopping until he’s deep inside.

I quiver at the sensation of my body stretching to accommodate him.

“Baby,” he moans, and his voice sends me shooting off into ecstasy. The effect on him is instant as he picks up the pace, and I meet his hips, my hands reaching down to grasp him and pull him closer. He moves harder, faster, and I explode into another orgasm, or maybe I never stopped the first one. I don’t know and it doesn’t matter.

How he can keep holding back I have no idea, but I know I’m not going to. I feel tingling from the tip of my head to my toes, his scent becoming somehow stronger and even more distinct.

“Mm, you like this, baby?” he asks, his voice gravelly and his breath labored.

“Yes.” Just that one word sends him over the edge. I can feel my body stretching slightly as he stiffens more, and in the next moment, I feel him come inside me, the warm, wonderful juices moving even deeper inside me.

He slows his rhythm but doesn’t quite stop yet, as though he wants to prolong the feeling for every possible millisecond.

So do I.

But after a while, we’re both spent, and I imagine he can’t keep himself supported up like that any longer after such an explosive orgasm.

He lies beside me, pulling me close and tucking my head into his chest, where I happily relax to the sound of his calming heartbeat.

Then I feel the feather tickling my butt.

I laugh. “Let me see that thing.”

He gives it to me, and I run my finger along it. It’s fairly long and sort of like those boa scarves they use in dances. I’m not sure how anyone would use this as a pen.

“What kind of a shop was that?” I ask.

He shrugs. “I have no idea. She had paintings and things for sale, candy, little trinkets.”

“And you bought a feather pen?”

“Exactly.”

I laugh and pull him in for a kiss. He still tastes fantastic.

We cuddle for a long time, talking about Green Mountain and what it’s going to be like to live there. This has all happened so fast. One minute, I was sneaking out of the castle through the secret passages, and the next, I am engaged to three Alphas.

“I can’t wait for our wedding,” I say.

“Me neither,” he agrees. “I can only imagine how I’m going to feel watching you walk down that aisle in your beautiful dress. Which one of us gets to rip it off you?”

I laugh. “None of you! It’s my mother’s dress. Reeva gets to wear it too and then our daughters, when it’s their turn.”

“I hope we have lots of daughters,” he muses.

“You just like the idea of fighting off a bunch of boyfriends.”

“Guilty,” he says with a laugh.

“The poor girls,” I say. “They’re going to be terrified introducing the boys they’re interested in to three dads. Let me tell you, it’s not easy being a girl with multiple Alphas as fathers.”

“I guess you would know that best,” he says. “I don’t want to be a mean dad, though. I want my daughters to feel right coming to me whenever they need something.”

“It would be impossible for you to be mean,” I say. “And my dads were never mean either, not one bit. It was just… overwhelming to have so many fathers always keeping an eye on everything I did.”

“I can imagine.”

“But I wouldn’t trade it for the world,” I add, smiling at my loving, wonderful mate.