Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
He pulls me against him, and I can feel my breasts bounce when my body hits his. His khui is loud, too, and I reach between us to caress his cock. It’s hard as a rock already, even through the leather of his breechcloth. “I see someone’s been thinking long and hard about his reward for making his mate so happy,” I say playfully, my voice a throaty purr.
“I cannot help it. You are irresistible to me.” He leans down and grazes his mouth over mine in a gentle kiss. “Shall I see if Asha can watch our son for a time and give us some privacy?”
“So I can show you how much I like your skillet?”
His eyes gleam. “Yes.”
“By…making you eggs?”
His mouth curves into a wicked smile. “Only if you allow me to eat them off of your stomach.”
“You strange, kinky man,” I say with a laugh. “It’s open for negotiation.”
He leans in to kiss me again, and suddenly…I feel it.
Resonance.
The loud, pleasant hum of my khui changes tone, becomes louder, more insistent. His sings loudly to mine, the joined song so loud it feels as if it’s filling our small little house and shaking my body.
I gasp, clinging to him. “Resonance! Again?”
“Again,” he says happily, and claims my mouth in a ravenous kiss.
And oh god, it feels as if my face is going to melt off from the fury of that kiss. It’s wicked and delicious and so deep and wet that I can feel my entire body turning into an inferno. I know what to expect from resonance now that it’s the second time around, but time hasn’t dampened the feeling. The ache between my legs is insistent and intense, and my nipples feel like tight, aching little buds that are just begging to be licked for a few hours.
Pashov groans as he kisses me. “You. Are. Incredible.” Each word is punctuated with another heated kiss. “We will have another kit,” he marvels. “A daughter this time. One that looks like you.”
I laugh, rubbing his cock through his breeches, because I can’t help myself. “Or another son. I’m fine with either as long as it’s healthy.”
“Or both, like Nor-ah.”
“Okay, slow it down there, big guy,” I warn. “Let’s not count our chickens before they hatch.”
“Mmm, I do not know what you just said, but it is arousing.” He leans down and traces his tongue along my earlobe. “Shall I take our son to Asha, then, so we can get to work making our next son?”
I cling to him, because his tongue is doing magical things to my ear, and I might just collapse into a puddle of overheated goo if he continues. Not that I ever want him to stop. “Ask her to keep him overnight. If she can’t, then your mother.”
His eyes gleam as our gazes meet. “You think it will take all night?”
“Well, we just want to be sure,” I say coyly, and give his cock another stroke. He’s rigid under my grip, but he can throw on his winter leathers and no one will notice the stiffness under the layers. “Hurry, though.”
I have never seen a man move so fast as he scoops up our son and the small pack we keep full of his loincloth changes and toys, and flings his leather wraps on before hurrying out the door. I giggle, watching him head down the cobbled, icy street, and then I touch my belly.
Another baby.
Another kit.
My perfect little family is growing, and I’m excited. No, ecstatic. I think of the pleased look on my Pashov’s face and pull the tie free from my braid, humming happily to myself.
Memories aren’t a problem, I’ve been realizing over time. We can always make new ones. And as long as we’re together, every day is a new opportunity to love and be happy.
Sometimes, that’s all you need.