Page 55 of An Alien for the Farm

When he lifts his head, Zynar freezes. The blown state of his pupils suddenly lessens as he balances me with one claw while lifting the other to my cheek.

“I hurt you?” he croaks. “Oh gods, I hurt you.”

I’m shaking my head, but there are no words. They’re choked away.

“Little Bird.” I can tell he tries to pull back, but it’s too tight. We’re locked together like this, the base of his cock too thick and swollen to simply pull out of me. “I didn’t mean to—”

“You didn’t.” I sniffle, lifting my hand to wipe at my eyes. It only makes more tears come. “I don’t know why I’m crying. You didn’t hurt me. As a matter of fact, I’ve never…” I sob. “I’ve never felt so good.”

He stares at me for a moment before his gaze softens. He leans down, taking me with him as he turns slightly with me still in his arms. Resting on the bed now, he uses a single digit to wipe away more of my tears.

“You give me the greatest honor,” he growls, his shaft jerking at the words.

I settle against him, my face against his broad chest, his scent enveloping me. For the first time in a long while, I feel completely at peace. As if nothing in the world could possibly take this moment away.

Zynar presses his face into my hair, and I hear him rumble with pleasure as he inhales. His manhood jerks again, and my eyes flutter open. It’s the only reason I know I’m falling asleep—with a hard shaft still inside me.

“Zynar?”

“Mm Little Bird?”

“You’re still hard. Didn’t you come?”

“Copiously.” There’s so much pride in his voice that I huff a soft laugh through my nose.

“But you’re still…” I clench my pelvic muscles, tightening around that unbelievable girth, and he groans.

“Don’t do that, Liora. Not unless you’re ready for another round.”

A thrill goes through me despite that my eyes widen. Outside, the thunder rolls and I snuggle closer. I wriggle a little, but there’s no way he’s going to slip out. Not with that thickened base of his forming a sort of cork.

“It will go down,” he murmurs into my hair. “It’s only so big because I want you so much.”

Another thrill goes through me. “Why does it do that? Why does your base swell?” I squirm again. “I don’t…I don’t actually think I can get off.”

“Do you want to?”

My cheeks heat. Despite everything we’ve just shared, I blush. “No.”

He rumbles something, brushing one claw through my hair before he cradles my skull against him. My eyes close again as I relax. “It’s so my spend isn’t wasted. So every drop can seep into you and we can create offspring.”

His words make my eyes fly open. For a moment, I don’t breathe. I don’t move.

We haven’t even talked about what all of this means yet. We haven’t discussed how we will interact after this. But I can’t deny that this is more than just sex. That I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. Felt like this with anyone, either. That I want more of this, wherever it leads. Lying to myself, hiding from the fact that my hurt and pain aren’t definers for the rest of my life, isn’t easy.

I want Zynar. I want all the things he awakens in me. I want life. Love. I want happiness. And…I can give him that. If he wants more than to share a bed with me, I can give him all those things, too. But kids? I realize we’re from two different cultures. That he might expect that now we’ve had sex, kids might occur and he might not even mind. There’s only one big problem.

“Zynar…I…I had my period early when I was a girl. I didn’t understand what was happening. Thought I was dying. Little girl from the South walking home from school with a bloody dress stuck to her behind. My mother scolded me for bringing her shame. I remember it like it was yesterday. But then, little did I know it was just a precursor to the fact that, I would go through menopause early, too.” I pause. I’m rambling again. Giving information I don’t need to. But how do I explain this? “I’m not a standard case. Lost my period a year or two before the Tasqals took us. Sorry, I’m rambling.” I clear my throat and try to tilt my head backward so I can look up at him. Zynar’s holding me so close I can hardly move. Every shift I make only sends a throb through his cock, his knot pulsing at my entrance. “Zynar?”

“Yes, Liora?” His voice sounds deeper, sleepy almost.

“What I’m saying is…I can’t have children. Not anymore.”

He shifts, his arms tightening around my ass as he pulls me closer to him.

His face nuzzles into my hair and he inhales deeply again. “You smell so good.”

I’m sort of taken aback that he doesn’t react to what I just said. For years, I thought something was wrong with me. That it had been my fault I couldn’t get pregnant when it turned out to not be my fault at all. I didn’t get the chance to be a mother and the last thing I want to do is prevent Zynar from experiencing the joys of parenthood.

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