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He kissed her throat. “That’s right, that’s right, you like it, don’t you?”

“Luther, fuck you,” she said again.

“Here it is, baby, here it is,” he grunted, and then he let out some kind of noise, which sounded pained in some way, and she felt it emerging into her, the egg.

Her entire pelvis twitched and she felt as if she was on fire, erupting in showers of sparks inside her body, one orgasm multiplying into more and more and more.

“Take another one, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “You can take another one.”

“Yes,” she sobbed. “Oh, fuck yes, another one, Luther, please.”

“Of course, baby, if that’s what you want.”

“I do,” she panted. “God, I do.”

That second egg felt sublime. She came again when she felt it released into her, another intense orgasm that made her feel like she was seeing stars.

“More,” she said, kissing him. “More, Luther.”

He ran his hands up and down her spine. “We shouldn’t, though?”

“Weshould. I want it. You want it, right?”

“Oh, more than anything, yes, baby. I could lay eggs inside you all night. But I don’t want… we need to be careful.”

“Just one more,” she said.

“One more,” he agreed. “Only one.”

But she took four more, and she couldn’t remember who’d urged who by the end of it. Six eggs, stretching out her belly, then, when he finally went soft and tired and pulled out of her body.

They went to the bed in her cabin and lay down together, her back to his front. He spooned her and cupped one huge webbed hand over the eggs in her and whispered roughly in her ear that he’d take care of her, he swore he would, that it would be okay, that she shouldn’t worry. “You’re mine, now, and I’m yours, Angela. It’s here, me inside you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

And she was well-fucked and well-pleasured and he felt good all wrapped around her, so she let him soothe her, and she let herself be lulled off to sleep in his arms.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

JONATHAN HEARD THEbeep of the intercom at the lab and it roused him from sleep.

Riley was still asleep, naked, her body lush and lovely there, her belly still swollen with the evidence of their joining, and he ran his hand over her there, feeling his eggs in her and getting hard.

Shit.

He got out of bed and buzzed back at whoever was at the door. “Luther? Angela?”

“It’s Mann,” said a ravaged voice.

Peter Mann was not one of Jonathan’s favorite people, even when they’d been humans and not strange webbed creatures, and even when they hadn’t started doing whatever they were doing sexually to women, which couldn’t probably be termed consensual. Not in Nancy Manes case, certainly. And whatever it was that Jonathan was doing...

Well, Jonathan wasn’t sure what the fuck that was, but he knew he and Riley had gone into it with an agreement, and he knew he’d coerced her into breaking it. And now, he was really fucking proud of himself for getting as many eggs into her as he had. Weird shit.

“You can’t come in, Mann,” said Jonathan.

“I just want that injection, that’s all. Will it stop me from… getting…?”

“I’ve had the injection, too, and I think it only slowed things down,” said Jonathan. “We’re all off the deep end, Mann.”

“I killed Robinson,” said Mann, his voice breaking. “I killed him with my… my other needle cock, whatever the fuck it is. I held him down and put it up his ass and I fucked him until he burst, just like Nancy. He begged me to stop, and he struggled, and I just did it anyway, and what thefuckis going on with us, Greyson? Make itstop.”

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