Forced To Have The Alpha's Baby

Chapter 9

~ARTHUR~

The moment Nathan and I enter our home I know that something is wrong. Father is already waiting for us and I have this feeling that he'd found something out. His face is as hard as stone and his eyes are dark with disappointment, I can feel all of his negative energy and I'm sure that Nathan could as well.

My mind races with possibilities that could have made him this angry.

Could he have possibly known where Nathan and I were tonight? Did he send someone else to track us? Was I just put to the test without knowing it? If that was the case, I'd failed miserably.

We are soon joined by the rest of my brothers and they're all looking lost as to what's happening.

"I want to see you in my chambers right this second." My father shouts. His voice echoes throughout the hallway and every single one of us flinches in return.

My brothers look between the two of us and I knew that they could sense the tension between us. I didn't know what had father like this and I was worried to find out what it was.

I do as he says and I feel Nathan walking behind me. I shake my head at him. "Let me go talk to him."

Nathan is reluctant to let me go in alone but he finally nods his head.

"Is there something you would like to tell me?" He asks me as soon as the door closes behind of us.

I'm hesitant to answer but I finally gain the courage to do so. "Depends on what you want to hear father. Does this have to do with Lucas or Nathan?"

"Gabriella." He snaps. "Do you have any updates for me?"

I flinch at the mention of the girl. "I was out doing what you asked me to do, so no I don't have any updates but I will see her now."

"And will you be finishing your duties?"

My jaw clenches. "Yes father."

"Are you sure or do I need to send someone in there to confirm that you two are trying to have a baby?"

I tense. "No father. That will not be necessary."

"Good.” He snaps. His tone is saying to me that he somehow knows that I haven’t touched her as yet but still he does not ask the question.

“Now go to her and don't let me repeat myself again."

I nod and exit from the room before he could say anything else.

Did something happen while I was gone? Before I know it, my feet are already moving in Gabriella’s direction and not because my father told me to do so . . .

. . . .  . . .  . .  . .

~GABRIELLA~

I look up towards the door as I sense Arthur’s presence. Was I hallucinating or was he really here again? I try not to look too hopeful when the door opens and relief rushes through my body when I see him there.

His eyes immediately find me and I can tell that something is terribly wrong. Did he already speak to his father?

"We can't keep this up." He tells me suddenly.

"What do you mean?" I ask almost breathlessly. I am breathless, breathless because of finally seeing him again. I didn't realize how much I needed to see him until now.

"My father is growing suspicious." He explains. "He will eventually know that I haven't touched you at all."

My eyes widen because I already know that his father knows this. "He already knows that you haven't touched me as yet."

Arthur seems surprised by my response.

"How can you be so sure?" He asks. There is this look of worry and confusion on his face as he waits for me to answer him.

"He came here earlier—"

His eyes widen and totally surprising me he grabs my arm and pulls me close. "Did he hurt you?"

I'm in shock at the pure look of worry on his face and it takes Arthur a while to realize what he'd just done. I suddenly realize that I'm not breathing and I don't know how to regain control of my own damn lungs.

He pushes away from me and turns away  while rubbing his face in frustration. I’m still in shock from feeling his hands on me and I can’t seem to find my voice.

"What did he say when he came here?"

I'm quiet. Too quiet.

Arthur turns to me and I can see that he's anxious to hear what I have to say.

"A lot of things." I answer. "He basically told me that if I cooperated with you to have the baby he would set me free."

Arthur frowns at that. "And what did you say?"

"I told him that I'm not stupid to believe that." I answer him while looking at the worried creases on his forehead. 

"We will have to do something." He says as his gaze snaps up to me.

"I thought you said that you will not touch me?" I demand from him.

"It's either this or we both face the wrath of my father. Trust me you do not want him knowing that I'm not trying to get you pregnant."

I can't say anything to change his mind because even I know that Gideon would not rest until we were both doing what he wanted us to be doing.

"What do you propose we do to make him believe it?" I ask.

Arthur seems surprised that I'd agreed to go ahead with whatever plan he had in mind. He quickly recovers however and he approaches me.

"I'll have to leave marks on your body."

I frown. "Marks?"

He quirks a brow. "You know . . . Like love bites. A hickey?"

I feel my face turn red as he tries to explain it to me.

"I know what it is." I say sharply even though my cheeks are burning from the thought of his 'marks' on my body.

"This is the only thing I can think about Gabriella. He will know that I've touched you for sure and this might buy us enough time."

I stiffen when he approaches me and my eyes shut of their own will when he leans into me. His mouth is near my ear now and I feel goosebumps all over my body. "Let me touch you Gabriella, I need to touch you."

Something in his voice makes me believe that his need has nothing to do with his father but everything to do with our bond.

Before I know it Arthur is laying me onto the floor and I'm doing nothing to stop him.

He gently parts my legs and hovers directly above it. I tremble as I feel his hot breath against my skin. I don't know what to expect, just a simple touch from him always ignited a fire deep inside of me. Then what would happen when he actually really touched me the way a man touched a woman?

I gasp as his lips finally touches my skin. They're soft and smooth, not rough like I expected it to be. The heat travels all the way to my stomach and I feel it in my most sensitive parts.

I want to cry out when his fingers dig into my thighs right before he starts to suck on the skin. My eyes roll back in my head and it's hard to remain quiet when he's sucking on me there. I feel sparks throughout my entire body and I want to scream for him to stop. All of these feelings are too much for my body. The bond is too strong. I feel like I'm about to get lost in this and I don't want to. I don't want to get lost in my own emotions.

When Arthur looks up at me his eyes are blood red and he doesn't look like the same man to me. It's clear to me that he's also getting lost in the whirlpool of emotions floating around us.

"Lower your straps." He says in a hoarse whisper. I'm surprised by the sound of his voice and for some reason it makes me want so much more.

I do as he asks without any hesitation. His hands grip my waist as he lowers me onto the cold floor. I'm grateful for the warmth of his skin now. The ground is too cold . . . But his body makes everything perfect.

"What are you—"

"Shh—"

I don't say anything else as he lowers his head so that his mouth is right above my chest. I cry out as his mouth comes down there, just above my left breast. He's sucking on the skin and this time it's more than when he'd done it to my thigh.

Oh God, what is he doing and why can't I stop him?

Why does it feel so good?