Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 33: One Alpha and Then Another

*Rose*

“Where are we going?” I ask Reece as he leads me up yet another flight of stairs. This is the third or fourth. I’ve lost count.

“I told you, darlin’, it’s a surprise,” he says, and I hear the humor in his voice.

I keep walking, even though I’m starting to grow a little weary of climbing, especially in the heels that Vienna laid out for me. I’m wearing a dress with a wide skirt and lots of layers, too, so that doesn’t make it any easier to go up the stairs.

At the top of the next flight of stairs, Reece pauses at a door. “All right, are you ready?”

“I’ve been ready!” I tell him with a grin. He chuckles and pushes the door open.

Through the open door, I see the night sky and a field of a thousand stars twinkling down above us, but that’s not all. As he leads me out, it becomes clear what he has in mind.

There’s a blanket spread on the ground with a picnic basket, with tiny lanterns surrounding it to give us light, and then beyond that, is a four-poster bed with white curtains.

“You… had a bed moved up here?” I ask, shocked. And I thought climbing the stairs in heels was bad! Imagine moving that here.

“I did,” he says with a crooked grin on his face. “I thought it would be… romantic. Do you like it?”

“Of course, I do!” I tell him. He keeps my hand in his and leads me across the rooftop. We sink down on the blanket, and he opens the picnic basket.

Everything inside is so delicious smelling, I can’t wait to dig in. It’s all traditional picnic food, as if we were out in the middle of a field of flowers at lunchtime instead of beneath the blanket of stars near the middle of the night.

He hands me a chicken salad sandwich, and I take a bite. It tastes just as good as it smells–kind of like Reece.

We eat and chat about how our day has been, sipping champagne that soon makes me feel giddy, the bubbles giving me the sensation that I’m floating away. Or maybe that’s the alcohol.

He feeds me chocolate-dipped strawberries, and with the last bite, my tongue lashes out to lick his thumb. I see his eyes widen slightly, and he breathes in deeply, holding it for a moment before he lets it go.

The next thing I know, I am tasting him, his mouth consuming mine.

We sit on the blanket, kissing for several minutes before his hands begin to explore my body through my clothes, and when he rubs against my breasts, I feel my breath catch.

“Do you want to go to the bed?” he whispers, his warm breath fanning out against my cheek.

All I can do is nod.

Reece stands, and as I’m beginning to pull myself up in my slightly intoxicated state, he leans down and scoops me up into his arms like I am a paper doll.

I giggle again, and he swings me around a few times, my arms wrapped around his neck, his strong arm beneath my knees. I bend down and find his lips again, and he carries me to the bed.

He makes short work of my clothing and his own, and even though we are outside, I feel secure behind the thick white curtains. Above us, I can still see the stars.

“Last time, I let you take control, Rose, but this time, I want to make love to you the way I have in my dreams every night since we first met.” Reece’s voice is deep and overcome with emotion.

I look into his eyes as he hovers above me. He’s been dreaming of me? How can I deny him? I smile up at him, and he kisses me deeply again before he enters me. I wrap my legs around him and lift my hips to meet him as he fills me up completely.

Even though he is in control, he is taking his time, as if I am a fine wine and he wants to savor me. He kisses me slowly and grinds against me, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout my body. When he finally finishes, I am lost to the world, my mind floating in a dreamlike state from all of the passion, but also from him; he makes me feel alive in a way I cannot explain.

He makes me feel like I am the only woman in the world.

Lying there on the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, as we stare at the sky, I run my hand across his muscular chest and listen to his heartbeat.

“Rose,” Reece whispers, “when this is all over, what do you plan to do?”

It is a question that catches me off-guard. “I don’t know,” I admit. “I guess… go home.”

I can’t imagine going back to my parents, not now, not when they have always treated me so poorly, and I’m becoming used to being cared about.

“Well,” Reece begins, and I can hear the hesitancy and the emotion in his voice. “Maybe… if I don’t win… the two of us could… continue to… see one another?”

I look up and into his eyes. Is he serious? He wants to see me, after this? After I’ve birthed the king’s baby?

All I can do is smile. “That sounds nice,” I tell him.

But what if he’s not the only one who feels that way? I know I could never choose between the men I’ve been spending so much time with. Granted, one of them will be king. But the others….

No, I could never choose.

* * *

*Eli*

I want to sleep in a bed with Rose this time, to fall asleep with her in my arms, but the other Alphas are pulling out all of the stops, and I’m not sure what to do.

The day that I’m to have my next turn with Rose, I spend a great deal of time running through the forest in my wolf form, trying to figure out what would be best.

Back in my room, I take a shower, and while I am standing naked beneath the stream of water, it occurs to me that we could take a bath together and then make love in my bed. That’s something she hasn’t done yet, at least, I don’t think she has. The bathtub in my room is huge, big enough for at least three people, though I won’t be inviting anyone else.

After I get dressed, I ask Kelly her opinion.

At first, my sister makes a face at me. “I don’t wanna hear about your sex life, big brother,” she says.

I roll my eyes at her. “I know that. I’m just asking if that sounds romantic?”

“Yeah, of course it does. But you have to do candles and flower petals and get lots of good smelling bath salts. And rub her back. Sweet stuff like that.”

My eyebrows raise as I realize I know nothing about how ladies like to take baths. “Can you help me?”

My little sister wrinkles her nose at me.

“Please?”

She growls. “Fine. But don’t you dare try to tell me how it goes!”

A few hours later, I go to fetch Rose while Kelly sets up the bathroom. When we return, even I am shocked at how lovely it is.

Rose gasps and covers her mouth with both hands. “You did this for me?”

The bathtub is full of rose petals and nice-smelling bath salts, as well as some bubbles, and there are several candles lit around the exterior of the tub. Two elegant looking robes are laid out for us to put on, as well as plush towels hanging on the warmer.

“Uh… yeah,” I lie. Well, it was my idea anyway….

I help Rose out of her sundress, stealing as many kisses and caresses as I can, and then she takes her time unbuttoning my shirt and helping me slide out of my pants.

We climb into the tub, and she settles between my legs. My dick is hard, and I have to move it aside, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

I take my time, washing her back and rubbing it, as I was advised. We kiss and touch one another in all of our intimate places. By the time I am done lathering up her breasts, I am about to pop one off in the bathtub.

“Do you want to get out and go to bed?” I whisper in her ear, the scent of the floral bath salts still filling my lungs.

“Yes,” Rose says.

That’s all I have to hear. I get out first and then help her out, drying her off while my lips explore hers, and then I forgo the robe, scooping her up in the nude to carry her into the other room.

She wraps her legs around my waist, and as we fall onto the bed, I enter her, keeping my feet on the floor as I take her, both of us already panting from the effort of having to wait.

“You feel so good,” I tell her as I thrust into her again and again, “and your skin is like satin.”

“Eli,” she cries out, her fingertips trailing down my abs, “don’t stop!”

I have no intention of stopping, not while she is enjoying this so much.

I keep her there, at that same level of intensity, for as long as I can bear it. When she is screaming my name and moaning, I know she’s at her peak, and after several minutes, I finally fill her, jerking back and forth several times as I explode into her.

When we are done, we move beneath the blankets, and I take her in my arms, so glad I finally get to hold her. Her damp hair nestles against my chest as I feel her smooth cheek right above my heart.

As I am starting to fall asleep with Rose in my arms, I hear my own voice whispering to her, “Good night, Rose. I love you.”