Page 30 of Obsessed Alphas: Volume Two

“I’ll do anything to make you happy, Bella.”

“Thank you, Alessandro. Speaking of making me happy, I have a surprise for you that I hope will make you extremely happy.”

“Yes?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“What?” He stood up and spun me around in his arms. “Yes. Yes. Grazie, cara mia.” We kissed and fell onto the bed, where we continued to celebrate until the middle of the night.

The following evening, I slipped on my little black dress that Alessandro bought me in New York during our trip there.

“Are you almost…” I turned my head to see Alessandro staring with his tongue out. “Bellissima, you look gorgeous. I don’t know if I want to cancel dinner.”

“No. You are going to see your friend. You’ve spoken so much about him since we’ve been together that I can’t wait to meet him.” A low grumbling noise escaped his lips. “Oh come now. You can’t be jealous of him. I’m all yours.”

“I don’t care, and you know it. You’re mine, and I can’t help myself when it comes to other men trying to steal you away.”

“No one is trying to steal me away, but I do love the way you get territorial. Now let’s go before we’re late. I need to build up my strength for tonight.”

“Well then,” he whispered against my ear, biting my lobe before stooping and scooping me into his arms. He rushed down the steps and out of the house to his vehicle, where Cosimo sat waiting for us.

Once we were inside, he put up the divider and then slid his hands between my thighs until he reached my soaked panties. With slow, deliberate strokes, he whispered a warning, “Don’t get too loud or I’ll take my hand away.”

“Maybe you should keep my mouth busy,” I whimpered, rolling my hips up off the seat to get closer to him. He pulled his fingers from my pussy, causing me to pout until he slipped them into his mouth. A light moan breezed out of me. Quickly, he unleashed his cock from his suit pants and then he lowered me down onto him, pushing my dress up over my ass and my panties to the side. Greedily I worked my way down onto his large shaft. My lip shaking as I ached for release.

His hands dug into my hair, dragging my head down to his as he pumped upward into me. Our kiss started tenderly but with every bump and grind I lost control and attacked my husband’s head with my nails and my mouth bit and licked his jaw.

He tugged the top of the dress down enough to bring my breasts to his face. “Soon they’re going to feed me and my son,” he growled. “I can’t wait to taste your milk.” He latched onto my nipple and I tossed my head back, working my pussy on him until I couldn’t hold back anymore. Lifting his head off my girls, I kissed him and cried out my orgasm in his mouth. Grunting he followed me over.

We barely had enough time to fix out clothes when we pulled onto his friend’s estate.

The second Maxim greeted us at the door, I understood why Alessandro was worried. He was a good looking man, but he wasn’t my man. Alessandro practically carried me over the threshold he had such a firm grip on my waist. We entered the house and I got the vibe that something pleasant was on Maxim’s mind. Call it women’s intuition or something, but the man looked smitten, so I teased, and I was right. We continued to the lounge area and still my darling husband hadn’t let go of me.

I leaned in and whispered to my possessive Alessandro, “I’m dripping with your seed onto my panties. I think you’ve marked your territory.”

“And I’ll never stop,” he grunted.

Maxim nodded and made us some drinks. I couldn’t wait to meet this woman of Maxim’s. Maybe then Alessandro would stop growling at his old friend so much. Giggling, I had a feeling it was going to be a fun night.

EPILOGUE

ALESSANDRO

TWO YEARS LATER

The sound of little feet hit my ears as I entered the house. A giggle rented the air. “I’m going to get you,” Isabella called out.

Just then, my little son, Alessandro, rushed toward me. I scooped him up in my arms and pulled mommy’s phone from his hands. “Hello, my little one. Is this why I couldn’t call your mother?”

“Alessandro, you’re home!” She came up to me, wrapping herself around the both of us.

“Mama play.” I kissed his temple and looked down at my stunning wife, whose cheeks were flush.

“Are you well, amore?”

“Yes. Just tired. Someone didn’t want to nap today, and now it’s too late.” She yawned.

“How about you go lay down, and I’ll play with him? You can barely keep your eyes open,” I said, handing her phone back. It definitely needed to be wiped down. Someone had sticky hands.

“Thank you.”

“Mama’s going to take a nap, so we’re going to have to be quiet.” At three months pregnant, she was feeling the fatigue that came with pregnancy, and I hated it when she didn’t get enough rest. Our boy was a lot to handle. He had energy for two, but Isabella didn’t want a nanny. She said she was home, so why did she need one. We already had a chef and a housekeeper. He was hers to care for and care for she did. I loved how amazing of a mother she was. She was a much better mother than I was a father.

I bent down with Alessandro in my arms and kissed her belly. He wanted to follow suit and kissed his little sibling as well. “Rest, my sweet Isabella. I’m going to take our son and show him his future land. We need to have another man to man discussion.”

“Have fun. I love you both.”

“We love you too.” I kissed her softly and pulled away before I forgot all plans and took her to bed myself. Being away from her all day drove me insane. I longed to hold, kiss, and worship her until we were both sated. Later, I’d wake her up pleasantly, but for now, my son and I needed to bond.