“Don’t you worry,” I bop her nose with a finger, grimacing when it brings up memories of my adopted mother. Her meat had been tough. “I’ll eat you, I mean clean you right up.” Not wasting the moment, I scoop her up into my arms, resuming my whistling.
She worked late. The video cut off just as she exited her office. No one will question when she doesn’t come into work tomorrow. Her body conforms to mine, all supple curves, raising my eyebrows—I do not fuck animals. Gritting my teeth when my cock twitches, I decide the temptress may have to die sooner rather than later.
As soon as she tells me everything about my birth parents, starting with the fucker who spawned me.
SECRETS
SARAH
Tears sting my eyes as I end the call with Natalia. Sniffing them back, I press a hand to my closed eyes. Yes, she had a rough day, but that’s no excuse for the cruelty of her words. I never judged her stance on children, but I at least expected her to be a little more supportive of mine.
“Little raven?” Dropping my hand, I whirl around to face Zaiden, who stands in the doorway of our bedroom, looking at me with a mixture of wariness and hesitant joy.
“How much did you hear?” I ask, bottom lip trembling. He slowly steps into the bedroom, broad shoulders hunching forward, as if ashamed of being caught eavesdropping. His ears turn a shade of red and his eyes dance around my face.
“Enough. Are you—” He blinks rapidly without finishing the sentence, one hand gesturing at my flat stomach. Biting my lip, I nod, with my heart climbing up my throat. This is the moment of truth.
A steady drum pounds behind my ribs as I wait for him to digest my confession and react. In the whirlwind of getting him adjusted to the normalcy of life outside of mental health facilities, setting up appointments with trustworthy psychiatrists, trying out various meds to get him regulated and meeting Zaine and Zoe, we hadn’t broached the subject of children despite having unprotected sex just about every other day.
It’s like he poured gasoline on my libido and his cock is the match to light the fuse. With him, I’m insatiable and he’s just as crazed for me in spite of the stray strands of gray hair I find every few weeks, the fine wrinkles settling into my skin and my looming appointment with menopause. This pregnancy had made me question what the hell am I doing with someone as young as Zaiden?
But my mouth won’t open to express my doubts and insecurities. Fortunately, I don’t need to. His long legs eliminate the distance between us and he pulls me roughly into his arms, burying his face against my neck.
“Is it really true? You’re having my child?” I nod as I wrap my arms around him, inhaling deeply. Some of my anxiety settles at the choked emotion in his voice. He doesn’t sound upset or disgusted. I can’t believe I even wondered that he would.
His shoulders sag and the arms wrapped around me tremble slightly. My fingers skate up and down his nape and the fine hairs resting there.
“We’re going to have a baby,” I whisper into the ear near my lips. A shudder travels through his large frame, his grip tightening around me. I pull away and tug on his hair. His mouth claims mine immediately, teeth nipping my lip, a quiet admonishment for keeping our baby a secret from him. Hands travel down my back to grip my ass and press me into the erection straining Zaiden’s pants.
Our mouths drift apart, and our breaths mingle.
“You should’ve told me,” he growls softly, fingers kneading my flesh. I nod, desire and guilt clogging my throat in an odd mixture.
“No more secrets, Sarah.” His nose slides along my cheek. “Do you think I should punish you for keeping this from me?” Holy shit, my thighs clench tight and I fight a moan.
Zaiden had NEVER done that, but suddenly, I want him to. I’m enjoying this side of him entirely too much. Call it pregnancy brain, but lately I’ve been eager for him to take the reins. Like settling into a new skin, he’s eased into it, growing more confident and playing my body like an instrument that he’s mastered. It’s easy to forget he was a virgin when we met. Or more accurately, when he kidnapped me after stalking me.
Suddenly, one of his hands flies up to my throat, quieting my wandering thoughts. My attention hones in on the male in front of me. Gently, he applies pressure, guiding me down until I’m kneeling, staring at the imprint of his cock.
Saliva floods my mouth. Zaiden’s other scarred hand tugs on the drawstring of his sweats, pulling down to free his cock. Slick dampens my panties. My tongue swipes out, eager for a taste of the man that’s stolen my heart and given me the one thing I thought I’d never have, a child of my own. I adore Lauren and being a mother, but some things I yearn for, like experiencing pregnancy first hand, the ups and the downs.
“Should I make you pleasure me, my raven, and leave you unfulfilled as a lesson?” he asks, eyes hooded. I whimper, leaning up, throat pressing into his hand.
“No,” I whisper, watching his hand lazily stroke his hard cock. I want it.
“Do you promise to not keep things like this from me? Even if you think it’ll upset me?” he coaxes. His thumb swipes a bead of pre-cum and brings it to my lips. They part easily, tongue sliding along his calloused digit. I moan around his finger. I need him inside me. Now.
“Zaiden, please. I promise. Just fuck me.” My voice takes on a whiny note, but I can’t help it. With him, I can be like this. Not Mom, not Dr. Bell. Just a woman in need of her man’s cock.
His fingers tighten around my throat and I let out a choked gasp of surprise.
“I’ve never hit you, Sarah. But the next time I will spank you. Would you like that?” Oh, fuck. Where did this side of him come from and why did it take so long to unearth it? Maybe hints of it were present before but never like this. My clit throbs for him.
“Yes,” I answer honestly. “Do whatever you want with me, Dayton. I’m yours.” His eyes close like my words struck a nerve before snapping open. Fire blazes in glacial depths.
“Get on the bed. Face down, ass up. If I go too far?—”
“You won’t. I trust you,” I reassure him, my hands coming to cup the one around my neck. He frowns, some of the heat dimming. I wonder if the voices in his head war with my words.