His Mafia Prince
Chapter 145: Prettiest Fat Lumbering Elephant Ever

Chapter 145: Prettiest Fat Lumbering Elephant Ever

(MILES)

"Ah...fuck... Jesus..." My mind is clouded with greedy desire as the words flee free from his lips. "Come deep inside of me, alpha. "

I feel my hot cum pulse inside of him.

He groans and holds my neck so tightly that my face is on fire and I’m almost running short of breath. I’m jetting past the clouds into the sky.

He lets go, and his eyes roll to the back of his head as he shoots out his load. I watch how his face shifts into a range of emotions with absolute pleasure. I thrust into him deep and slowly through his climax.

This has to be the most incredible pleasure I have known all my life. I come and come, and come again, shooting my load deep inside him as he mumbles me praises.

"M..miles, Miles..." He croaks and nuzzles into the crevice of my neck. "You are perfection... Miles."

I claim his mouth as I finish inside of him. I’m without gravity. I feel fluffy and weightless for a long stretch of minutes. I have no idea what is happening or where I am. All I can do is focus on the steady beat of his heart against my chest as it syncs with mine.

Once we are a bit relaxed, I hold him. My knot begins to form inside of him, but since he is already pregnant, there is no need for my knot to form except for sheer pleasure. His hold on me tightens and he trembles as I stretch inside of him. I groan at the sensation of my knot filling him as I stroke his back lightly. Soon enough, the knot subsides and I clean both of us up.

I let Arlo sleep in my arms for hours while I stay awake. I watch him to make sure he doesn’t toss and turn and hurt himself.

I have officially claimed him. I’m fully confident now that he belongs to me. He is mine, and it is my responsibility to take care of who belongs to me.

I seem to always knock him out when we fool around. I let him slumber. He needs his rest.

I observe him in his state of undisturbed slumber. I take keen note of his belly, the perfect whitish almost pale tone of his skin, his steady rhythm of calming breaths. He pushed the duvet down around his waist, exposing his top half, his defined chest and a few scattered freckles decorating him in a wholly unique way.

He has long arms, and the curves of his biceps are plump and firm, though not as thick as my own. Veins run down his arms exquisitely to his slender fingers.

I reach out my fingers and graze the bite mark on the nape of his neck, letting them linger on the spot for a bit. I remember how it was racing when I was inside of him. I remember how harsh his breaths were, like I was controlling their intensity with each thrust.

I still remember how his body fit mine like a glove. The way he moulded into me as I filled him with every inch of my cock. Hell...I wanted to absorb him and bury my whole self deep inside of his body. He satisfied every thirst and lust I’ve ever had for him, yet I still want more.

I can never get enough of him.

He stirs beside me and rolls onto his back. I slide my arm beneath his neck and we both slumber, nuzzling into each other.

I wake up the next morning with an odd sense of contentment. Arlo is still asleep beside me and I watch him. I hope our baby takes after him. He looks exquisite. He looks like a literal work of art.

I eventually decided that I should wake up and get ready for the day. I get to the bathroom to brush my teeth when Arlo stumbles right behind me. He heads into the bathroom cubicle without a word and then comes out with his face washed. He gives me a shy smile. Timidness isn’t something that I relate with Arlo.

"Good morning,’ I greet, my voice still hoarse from sleep.

"Good morning," he grins. "I’m sorry I jumped your bones last night."

I pause brushing my teeth and spit into the sink. "You’re sorry?" I straighten. "Why? Did I hurt you?" I glance down to see his wound, but he is wearing a T-shirt over his boxers, so I can’t see a thing.

"No...no. I’m alright. It’s just, maybe you weren’t in the mood and I forced everything on you."

"You’ve got to be kidding me." I laugh. " I had a hard-on in my pants the whole time. Even at the reception... If you think you forced me into anything, you are insane. I loved yester night." I go back to brushing my teeth.

"Okay if you say so." He grabs a toothbrush too and goes ahead to brush his teeth.

I rinse and spit into the sink. "I never imagined having someone like you in my bed." I meet his gaze in the mirror. "It was nice cuddling with you all night though."

He laughs. "I wasn’t sure I’d like it either, but here we are. You don’t snore as much as I thought you did.’"

I turn on the shower and soon, the room fills with steam. I’m struck by how easy it is for us to fall into a usual morning routine. I shower as he shaves and he showers while I shave. We move around like we have done this for quite some time. I stop and kiss him once or twice, and he responds nicely.

I appreciate not seeing any regrets about marrying me in his eyes. Earlier on, I couldn’t help but worry that he’d have regrets. He seems content though.

We are finally on the same page in our relationship. We are done fighting the fact that we are fated mates. It seems like we are both coming to terms and embracing it.

I tie my tie and he wraps the towel around his hips. He leans closer to the mirror to examine himself. "Do I look fat? Is my face puffy?"

"No, Arlo. You don’t look fat or puffy. "

"Hmmm..." He leans more into the mirror. "Something has changed though."

I laugh. "Maybe it is your look of hatred for me that is gone," I say, smoothing my hands in the front of my shirt. "You look younger when you are not glowering at me."

"Haha," he says sarcastically. "Very funny."

He shoots me a dirty look and I laugh. "Lucia said yesterday at the wedding that you were glowing. I did notice it too. Maybe that’s what you’re seeing." I notice that beneath that glow, he seems fatigued.

"This doesn’t look like glowing to me though." He sighs and turns to his side, still studying his body. "I look pale and pudgy." His hands move to his belly and he begins to caress it distractedly. It is not showing yet. He is probably just a month along. He frowns more in the mirror and I can’t help wondering what’s going on in that pretty little head of his.

"Are you having any morning sickness?" I ask

He shakes his head. "Not yet. God, I have lines under my eyes. I feel like I’ve aged fifteen years in the last two weeks. I don’t have my skincare here."

I laugh. "Do you use skincare? You can’t be one of those vain omegas. Are you?"

He scowls. " There is nothing wrong with using skincare. Or taking care of my skin for that matter."

The realization that I’ve insulted him hits me and I scowls. I move and slip my arms around him. "Your skin is beautiful, baby." I press a kiss on the nape of his neck and he winces. "You’re the prettiest omega I have ever met. Everything about you is beautiful. I thought the same thing the first night we met."

’Really?" He smiles.

"Yes." I nod then scowl. "But you turned down my drink... And that annoyed me so much."

"Well, it annoyed you but also drew you in." He smirks naughtily and it gives me a glimpse of the old Arlo. "I knew it. You alphas are so prideful and entitled."

"Hey," I scowls. "Don’t be mean to me. I am being nice. "

"Sorry," he laughs then turns to my arms. "You alphas don’t know how to take no for an answer."

"Who does though?"

"True." He moves to the centre of the bedroom then slips into a pair of jeans and puts on a t-shirt. He runs a hand into his thick long hair. He notices me watching him. "Something wrong?"

"No, love. I’m just admiring you."

"Enjoy this version of me while it lasts. I’m soon going to look like a fat lumbering elephant."

"Then you’ll be the prettiest fat lumbering elephant."