Page 50 of What Makes an Alien a Dad?

He’d never seen Maya like this before, though he had seen her plenty of times with her legs open. She would never be like any other patient to him ever again. But at that moment, he couldn’t care less. All he wanted was to thrust his throbbing cock into her hot, dripping hole in search of a release from this burning, torturous need that consumed him.

“Oh, God, I’m so close...” she moaned, sliding two fingers inside her, then rubbing faster, more fervently.

He pumped harder, too, imagining it was his cock not her fingers plunged inside her, coated slick with her arousal. He could almost taste her on his tongue. Oh, how he wished to taste her.

“Ahhh...” Air gushed out of her chest. Her mouth slackened. Her thighs trembled.

His desire spiked, his muscles tightening. He tossed his head so far back, it hit the high back of the couch. His horns stabbed through the leather.

A swell of bliss washed over him, sweeping all his senses. His growls blended with Maya’s whimpers of joy.

Intense. Mind-blowing. Beautiful...

Her soft giggle came from the screen next—a caress to his ears. More than anything in the world right now, he wished to hold her.

She found her words first. “If you made it this far with me, if you watched the video to this point, you deserve to know. Your letters are making me fall in love with you all over again, Walter. So much deeper than ever before.”

Walter?

The name slammed into him like a punch to his gut. He yanked his horns out of the couch and sat up straight.

The video actually wasn’t meant for him?

The screen went blank. As Maya had warned at the beginning, the video disappeared after just one playback.

But hadn’t his name been there, in the title of the video? Or did he dream seeing it? It wouldn’t be much of a stretch—the entire video felt like a hot, sweaty, wonderful dream.

There was absolutely no reason for Maya to make it for him. It was far more logical to assume that she made it for her boyfriend back home. If so, Kear stole its one and only viewing. Now, it was burned into his brain.

Now, it was his and only his.

If only the woman in the video was his, too.

He couldn’t tell when exactly it happened. But he wanted Maya more than he ever wanted anything or anyone in his life.

It would make so much sense if they were together. By a pure stroke of luck, she was even carrying his baby in her belly already.

Not many people knew that the most important fetus on Neron was biologically his. The parents of the fetus were listed only as male and female donors in all documentation. It aligned with both the protocol and his own preferences.

The embryo was a result of a long night working late with a string of failed tests.

He had tweaked the procedure and needed to know if his tweaks worked. But he’d run out of usable specimens of male sperm at the lab. He ended up using what he had on hand—his own sperm.

He’d just needed one more string of data to complete the sequence. After so many failures, he hadn’t thought it would go very far. But it did. It had gone all the way to the nearly eight-month-long pregnancy that had every chance to result in a healthy baby very soon. His baby.

He’d never dreamed of being a father. Even now, he still couldn’t believe it would happen. But he did what every Voranian father would do in his situation. He secured a spot for his child in the academy, booked aptitude tests, preordered an entire store’s worth of baby stuff, and seeded the room closest to his bedroom with nursery-friendly plants.

All was ready for the baby to arrive, even if he still didn’t feel entirely ready to become a father yet.

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