Thorne burst through the cabin door, the scent of pine and damp earth clinging to his sweat-slicked skin as his golden eyes locked onto Elara lounging on the furs by the fire. Her curvaceous form glowed in the flickering light, the prominent swell of her six-month belly rising like a ripe offering beneath the thin shift she wore, her long auburn hair spilling over her shoulders. Without a word, he crossed the room in two strides, pinning her gently against the soft pelts with his muscular frame, his hands framing her belly as a low growl rumbled from his chest. "Mine," he murmured, his voice thick with possession, and he dipped his head to drag his tongue in slow, worshipful strokes across the taut, stretched skin, tasting the faint salt of her arousal already blooming in the air.

His obsession drove him lower, lips trailing hot kisses over the curve of her belly before he parted her thighs with insistent palms, exposing the slick folds of her pussy to his hungry gaze. Thorne buried his face there with a feral hunger, his tongue lashing broad and wet over her clit and then plunging deep into her heated core, lapping at her juices as if they were the only sustenance he craved more than the sight of her pregnant form. Elara arched beneath him, her breath hitching into soft moans that filled the dim room, her fingers threading through his dark hair as waves of pleasure built in her core, the emotional bond between them pulsing like the pack's shared heartbeat.

He rose with a possessive snarl, freeing his thick cock from his leathers and sinking into her welcoming heat in one smooth thrust, their bodies joining in primal rhythm as he rocked against her swollen belly. The mating was fierce yet tender, his hips snapping with controlled dominance while his hands roamed her curves, feeling the life they had created shift beneath his touch. Elara clung to him, her submissive cries echoing—"Thorne, yes"—as ecstasy crested through them both, the alpha claiming his mate fully under the moonlit shadows of their hidden den.

The assembly fire crackled in the clearing, casting long shadows over the gathered pack as Thorne led Elara forward, her swollen belly prominent beneath the loose shift that clung to her curves. His golden eyes darkened with that familiar hunger the moment they settled among his subordinates, the air thick with pine resin and the musk of wolves. Unable to resist, he pulled her close against his muscular frame and dropped to his knees right there, tongue dragging in slow, deliberate strokes across the taut skin of her belly—lapping at it with the same wet, craving intensity he had shown her slick pussy earlier, savoring the salt and warmth as if it were her most intimate folds yielding to his mouth. Elara's breath caught, a flush rising on her glowing skin, her submissive body leaning into his touch even as low murmurs rippled through the pack.

Subordinates shifted uneasily, some averting their eyes while others watched with a mix of awe at their alpha's raw possession and discomfort at the public display. Thorne's obsession was unmistakable now, his hands roaming possessively over the curve while his tongue continued its worshipful path, dipping into the navel and tracing lower with feral growls that vibrated against her flesh. The emotional bond between them thrummed stronger, Elara's soft gasp of pleasure blending with the crackle of flames as her arousal scented the night air, drawing Thorne deeper into his dominance.

He rose only to press her back against a broad tree trunk, one hand pinning her wrists above the swell of her belly while the other slid between her thighs, fingers teasing her dampening pussy through the shift as he claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss. Pack members exchanged glances—some nodding in respect for the alpha's primal claim, others fidgeting with visible unease at the escalating intimacy unfolding before them—but none dared interrupt. Thorne's thick cock strained against his leathers, the need to mount her here and now pulsing through him as he ground against her pregnant form, his tongue returning to lick broad stripes over her belly in full view, treating it like the ultimate prize of her body.

Thorne's growl deepened as the pack's stares fueled his possessive fire, but the primal urge to claim her fully pulled him away from the firelight. With a sharp command to his subordinates, he swept Elara into his arms and carried her into the shadowed woods, the night air cool against their heated skin. His tongue never left her belly, lapping wetly over the stretched, glowing

Alpha's Belly Obsession