Mated To Alpha Kessler

The past weeks have been eventful for me. I was relieved when I realized I would be occupying the adjoining room to Alpha Kessler.

He didn’t want to take any chances regarding me. Despite his protective gestures and the love he had shown, I couldn’t shake off the nagging feeling of unease.

It didn’t just sit well with me because the voice kept coming to my head each time I wanted to lose my guard. The doubt and suspicion lingered, reminding me to remain cautious even amid the show of care and concern.

He has been nothing but loving. I know he is trying to take things slow, hoping that I’ll open up to him and give him my all.

To be honest, I know I won’t be able to stand staying in the same room with him all night, and I won’t misbehave by letting him take me there. Not that I haven’t thought about it, but Sasha had been happy knowing Alpha Kessler was in proximity.

Each time the temptation and the lingering desire knocks, I remind myself of the importance of setting boundaries and maintaining my resolution that continues to unfold between us.

Olivia has been nothing but sweet to me. She made me feel loved, and I was even more surprised by his mom, Margaret, warming up to me.

It felt strange with all the sudden change of attention, and that made me more wary of all this going off in a flash.

My routine each day has been to go down for breakfast, where I’ll be met with Alpha Kessler’s piercing gaze that often makes me feel a flutter of desire.

Damn, these pregnancy hormones. I was close to delivery, and I hadn’t bought any of my baby things, so I had told Zach and Cara to come with me to go shopping.

We promised to meet up at the mall today, so I was already dressed to leave my room. I had informed Alpha Kessler that I was going baby shopping, and he gave me the go-ahead with a wave of his hand.

I couldn’t shake off the nagging feeling of unease that still lingered within me.

He has dedicated himself solely to pack matters. Most nights he comes home late, and sometimes I question why I worry about him.

As I pass through his room, I stop in my tracks as I hear Alpha Kessler release a loud groan. The sound catches my attention, stirring a mix of concern and curiosity within me.

The instinct to check on him kicks in, prompting me to hesitate before deciding whether to knock on his door or continue on my way.

To my surprise and shock, I see Alpha Kessler’s hand in his briefs. He brings out his dick and begins to stroke himself. My heart races as conflicting emotions and thoughts swirl in me.

He is hard, and I watch as he throws his head back, restraining himself from making a groan. The sight sends a jolt of desire through me, but I quickly push it aside, reminding myself of the boundaries and complications between us.

He slowly strokes his swollen cock, his fingers grasping tightly around the girth as he tugs his foreskin up and down. His eyes are closed, and his breaths are deep, short, audible gulps.

I am rooted in the spot as I watch him, my heart pounding in my chest. A part of me hopes that I am giving him the pleasure he seeks, but another part of me wrestles with guilt about intruding on his private moment.

Kessler is many things, but watching him makes me wet all over, my clit throbbing with desire. Before I know it, I slip my hand between my legs, feeling the dampness of my panties. Closing my eyes, I imagine him inside of me.

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I’ve been sex-starved, and my pregnancy hormones are all over the place, intensifying every sensation and desire.

I give in to the overwhelming need for release, losing myself in the ecstasy of the moment.

Cara had suggested I get a dildo to satisfy myself, but I vehemently refused that idea. But now, I wish more than anything that I had yielded.

I feel the warmth build up within me, his skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. His hand moves up and down the thick, erect shaft, slick with precome.

The thought of Alpha Kessler’s pleasure fuels my own, heightening every sensation as I continue to stroke myself, lost in the waves of desires.

I am weak on my knees seeing him pleasuring himself. I feel the intense desire to have him in my mouth, to taste him as he releases himself just like he did when I was in heat. The memory of his seed filling my mouth, and the way I swallowed hard, sends a shiver down my spine.

I notice him speeding up, gripping himself tighter with each stroke. I can’t help but wonder if he has an image of another woman in mind, and I’m sure it’s not me.

The realization pierces through me, with jealousy and longing as I continue to watch, torn between desire and self-restraint.

His thoughts of the woman drive him to pump faster, and my heart tugs at the thought of every possibility of the mysterious woman being Annie.

She was his Luna for some time, and they might have shared intimate moments numerous times while I was away. They might have even developed feelings for each other.

As I grapple with the idea of him being with someone else, especially someone being Annie. I continue to watch, unable to tear my gaze away from the sight before me.

Lost in my thoughts, I hear another groan from him and he mutters “fuck.” His breathing quickens, his cock swings heavily, and the pulsing veins run uncontrolled, each stroke is faster, his grip tighter.

As I watch, feeling the intensity of the moment, my arousal reaches a peak. My vision begins to dim as I feel my orgasm building up, fueled by the vivid imagination of him fucking me from behind.

The desire drives me closer to the edge, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure that courses through my body.

His cock throbs in his hand as his orgasm threatens. He screams my name, “Lyra.” I am weak in my knees, flooded with emotions at the realization that I had been on his mind all through the time he was pleasuring himself.

I am torn between disbelief and a strange sense of validation as I watch him in awe. He lifts his other hand to tease his nipple while furiously stroking his cock, his body shaking from the intense pleasure surging through him.

I can’t deny the raw desire that pulses between us, leaving me breathless and uncertain of what the future holds.

I swallow hard, trying to control the burst of emotions through me. I had thought I meant nothing to him, to his pack, and wished more than anything to get away from him.

As I watch, I notice his balls drawing up in anticipation. He’s heating fast, his body on the verge. It all rushes towards him, and suddenly, his cock erupts, his balls expelling a thick, warm load coming onto his stomach.

The sight leaves me speechless, I can’t deny the intensity of the moment, and the undeniable connection that still lingers between us.

I wish more than anything that it was all in my mouth as I squeeze my breasts hard, imagining his lips on my skin.

He milks himself, squeezing out the last thread of cum from his throbbing cock. He slows down his rhythm, his breaths deepening once again, his body finally relaxing.

He opens his eyes, looking down at the cum that was on his stomach. He has satisfied himself, though alone, his mind still teeming with the fantasy of no one but me.

Realizing that he would be out any moment, I tiptoed on my feet as I found my way to the door, but his voice filled the room, stopping me in my tracks.