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“Humans are slaves to their pleasures, aren’t they?” He closed his eyes. The idea of Layla lying on her back, his whole hand inside of her, wearing her like a glove and feeling so much of her wrapped around so much of him... “Nothing seems off-limits with you, my love,” he finally conceded.

“Well, I’m not up for that anytime soon, but I definitely want something else big and yummy in me. Now.” Layla thrust her hips backward impatiently.

Rupex lined himself up and pushed forward.

Nothing happened at first. “Layla...”

“Push, silly.”

“Silly!” He growled and pushed with Leonid strength, a temporary surge before his common sense kicked back in.

Layla’s sudden shriek told him that he’d moved too quickly, but the long, passion-drunk moan that followed told him he’d been forgiven.

Which was good, because the thick crown of his cock was stuffed inside her exquisitely tight, hot tunnel and there was no way they were going to get out of this position yet.

LAYLA HAD HEARD FROM the women who worked in Pleasure Parks that they got used to a point where pain released some sort of chemical in their brains. Layla found Rupex’s sudden intrusion seared at her opening, but the pain faded as the combination of his cock in her ass and his fingers in her pussy put incredible pressure on some deep, hidden spot where her nerve endings were waiting to ambush her. Trapped. Sandwiched. Squished and milked between two hard forces, Layla felt her climax approaching in waves that left her shaking. Ru wasn’t even moving, just standing behind her, letting out low, rumbling purrs. Lost in pleasure.

But she wanted more. Layla worked her hips back, gasping at the bulk of him inside of her. His hips gave an answering push.

Together, they see-sawed, slowly adding an inch or two before Layla felt sharp, hot currents of pleasure take aim.

And then... then her glorious, wonderful, possessive King gripped her pussy with his other hand, massaging her whole mound while cradling the slight bulge of her middle.

“I’m going to make you come for me. Come for me, Layla, while I’m in every part of you. Even growing in you. Little pieces of me, everywhere in you,” he whispered against her ear as he pulled her back against him, forcing his cock in deeper.

Layla whimpered as he bit down on her neck, teeth soft, but jaws strong.

Too much.

Claimed and loved in every way. His paw circled furiously on her clit as he started moving in and out of her, actually fucking her ass now, taking her last virginity.

So glad it’s him. “Love you.” Her voice was strangled and uneven as she felt the final surrender in her body. With a banshee-like wail, she started coming on his hand, on his cock, on his tail that was teasing a nipple.

Within seconds of her hot, hard release, she felt his erupt, filling her tunnel and making her already full insides cramp with the addition.

Since Rupex hadn’t been far in, his spines were not in play. He eased out of her, still sending long streams of cum across her cheeks and the backs of her thighs.

Layla didn’t mind. She wouldn’t have minded anyway, but she especially didn’t mind right now as the afterglow bathed her.

“Finally. Finally fucked like I needed to be fucked all week,” she sighed.

“You are my torment, my Queen.” Rupex collapsed next to her, ignoring the mess they’d made.

“You are my everything, my King.” Layla smiled and drifted off to sleep, mumbling, “We get a shower next.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

“I’m going to be so glad when we get the Automated Alteration Unit module at the MWIP.” Layla sat at her desk on the command deck, several screens open as she studied.

“Why?” Rupex put a plate of sandwiches beside his ever-ravenous Queen, who looked beautiful and brilliant sitting in her commandeered Information Officer’s station.

“The twins have kicked it into high gear. My undies snapped their elastic.” Layla stood up and revealed a wad of fabric barely clinging to her exposed middle before retying one of Alana’s old beach robes that was serving as her wardrobe for the day.

Rupex stood and stared. Pink lines had appeared on his beloved’s waist. “Is this customary? So sudden a change?”

Layla gave him a puzzled frown. “We’re officially in month two of five to six. In humans, the baby bump doesn’t really show much until the second trimester. I guess I’m entering that, but with twins.” Layla’s eyes raked his form, so much broader and taller than hers. Her eyes widened and stayed that way, big and round. “Do you know how big Leonid cubs are at birth?”

“Let me think... I seem to recall my mother saying Alana was a biggish cub at twenty pounds.”

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