Allison's POV
Hearing his demand made me startle.
"We're at your grandfather's birthday party," I reminded him, though I couldn't help pressing closer. "With two hundred guests inside."
"Don't care." His lips found that sensitive spot below my ear. "My mate is carrying my child. I need to be inside you. Now."
Before I could protest further, he was leading me down the terrace steps, through the garden paths I knew by heart now, to the small guesthouse hidden among the trees. As soon as the door closed behind us, his mouth was on mine, hungry and demanding.
"You're soaked, honey," he growled as his fingers pushed my lace panties aside, sliding through my wetness. "If you need to come, your mate is more than capable of satisfying you."
His touch was possessive, two fingers
