calls to me, veyou .”
He fitted his hands to her waist to increase the pace and swore he felt a spike
in power as she neared orgasm. “This pretty little pussy, for example.” He
pressed circles into her clit, gratified by the harsh slamming of her body over
his. “It tastes so sweet. And your plump clit is just begging to be eaten.”
“Romy,” she gasped. “I’m going to come.”
“Do it. All over me before I shoot inside you. Can you feel
how hard you make me?”
She groaned and writhed, her body falling over his in a
rhythm that made his blood boil. He played with her clit with one hand and
reached for her breast with the other. The soft feel of her tits and the sight
of such ripe nipples had him expanding inside her. He pinched her clit hard in
response and she climaxed, rippling around him in a release that drew his own.
He surrendered to the clenching walls of her pussy. His
climax felt so good, especially knowing his cum sought the warm haven of his iriu’s womb. A flutter of psychei found its way, and within seconds Romy saw
the bright-blue energy of new life burrowing into Tara’s soul. Joy infused him
and he worked hard to hold his emotions in check, not wanting to startle his
new mate.
In that moment, he saw, too, her every attempt at healing,
her overwhelming need to help, and her unquenchable desire for him .
“Oh, Romy, yes, yes.” She bore down hard, squeezing him
inside her. “You feel so good in me.”
“Hell, yes,” he agreed, stroking her belly, warmly welcoming
his future child. Little one, come to us with love and know you are
treasured even now.
Tara smiled down at him, but her grin faded as she noted the
placement of his hands. “Oh my God. Did you just put a baby in there?”
He didn’t know what she wanted him to say. Though she paled,
a larger part of her was jumping for joy. He could sense her conflicted
emotions and remained silent.
“But—But how did you do that? How do you know that? No, no.
I know. It’s an Otra thing.” She attempted to leave him but he held her tight,
his hands around her waist.
“Tara. Honey, it’s okay. It’ll all be okay. You just need
time to process all this.”
“And you don’t?” she snapped. “One minute you’re running
drugs for the Talsons, and the next I’m Otra and you’re fucking me senseless.
Then we’re mated and I’m pregnant. But then what do I know? I was only
human.”
Romy scowled. The woman should have been basking in bliss,
at the least pleased about their child. “First of all, I never worked for
Trotter. Second, you’ve always been Otra. My fucking you—making love to you—had
everything to do with you being who you are. It’s not about you being Otra or
human or some of each. I don’t care what you are, it’s who you are that I
love.” She settled a bit at that, and he continued. “Tara, I’m sorry. I didn’t
intend for you to get pregnant so soon. I can’t control conception. It happens
when it happens, but I won’t say I’m not overjoyed at the thought of our
child.”
She slumped over him. “So you didn’t do it on purpose?”
“No. We could have prevented it if we’d been smarter and
used contraception. But like I said, your Selection was for more than a mating.
This child is meant for us, love.”
She blinked a tear away. “A child.”
“Yes. A spark of light resting in you.”
She stroked her belly. “I’m going to have to get used to all
this.”
He took one of her hands in his and kissed the back of it.
“I know. I’m sorry this is all so sudden for you.”
“My whole life is changing fast,” she agreed. “But I finally
sense I’m where I need to be.” The smile lit her from the inside out, and Romy
didn’t think he’d ever seen her look so beautiful. And then it faded. “My
family is you and me, but it’s also Mannie, my brother. I need to know he’s all
right. I have to talk to him.”
Romy blinked at the change of subject but nodded. “Call
him.” He
He fitted his hands to her waist to increase the pace and swore he felt a spike
in power as she neared orgasm. “This pretty little pussy, for example.” He
pressed circles into her clit, gratified by the harsh slamming of her body over
his. “It tastes so sweet. And your plump clit is just begging to be eaten.”
“Romy,” she gasped. “I’m going to come.”
“Do it. All over me before I shoot inside you. Can you feel
how hard you make me?”
She groaned and writhed, her body falling over his in a
rhythm that made his blood boil. He played with her clit with one hand and
reached for her breast with the other. The soft feel of her tits and the sight
of such ripe nipples had him expanding inside her. He pinched her clit hard in
response and she climaxed, rippling around him in a release that drew his own.
He surrendered to the clenching walls of her pussy. His
climax felt so good, especially knowing his cum sought the warm haven of his iriu’s womb. A flutter of psychei found its way, and within seconds Romy saw
the bright-blue energy of new life burrowing into Tara’s soul. Joy infused him
and he worked hard to hold his emotions in check, not wanting to startle his
new mate.
In that moment, he saw, too, her every attempt at healing,
her overwhelming need to help, and her unquenchable desire for him .
“Oh, Romy, yes, yes.” She bore down hard, squeezing him
inside her. “You feel so good in me.”
“Hell, yes,” he agreed, stroking her belly, warmly welcoming
his future child. Little one, come to us with love and know you are
treasured even now.
Tara smiled down at him, but her grin faded as she noted the
placement of his hands. “Oh my God. Did you just put a baby in there?”
He didn’t know what she wanted him to say. Though she paled,
a larger part of her was jumping for joy. He could sense her conflicted
emotions and remained silent.
“But—But how did you do that? How do you know that? No, no.
I know. It’s an Otra thing.” She attempted to leave him but he held her tight,
his hands around her waist.
“Tara. Honey, it’s okay. It’ll all be okay. You just need
time to process all this.”
“And you don’t?” she snapped. “One minute you’re running
drugs for the Talsons, and the next I’m Otra and you’re fucking me senseless.
Then we’re mated and I’m pregnant. But then what do I know? I was only
human.”
Romy scowled. The woman should have been basking in bliss,
at the least pleased about their child. “First of all, I never worked for
Trotter. Second, you’ve always been Otra. My fucking you—making love to you—had
everything to do with you being who you are. It’s not about you being Otra or
human or some of each. I don’t care what you are, it’s who you are that I
love.” She settled a bit at that, and he continued. “Tara, I’m sorry. I didn’t
intend for you to get pregnant so soon. I can’t control conception. It happens
when it happens, but I won’t say I’m not overjoyed at the thought of our
child.”
She slumped over him. “So you didn’t do it on purpose?”
“No. We could have prevented it if we’d been smarter and
used contraception. But like I said, your Selection was for more than a mating.
This child is meant for us, love.”
She blinked a tear away. “A child.”
“Yes. A spark of light resting in you.”
She stroked her belly. “I’m going to have to get used to all
this.”
He took one of her hands in his and kissed the back of it.
“I know. I’m sorry this is all so sudden for you.”
“My whole life is changing fast,” she agreed. “But I finally
sense I’m where I need to be.” The smile lit her from the inside out, and Romy
didn’t think he’d ever seen her look so beautiful. And then it faded. “My
family is you and me, but it’s also Mannie, my brother. I need to know he’s all
right. I have to talk to him.”
Romy blinked at the change of subject but nodded. “Call
him.” He
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