Page 125 of Legacy of Chaos

“There’s an easy way to find out if you’re fertile, you know.” She gestured to the doorway near the kitchen. “You have a lab.”

“My species can’t jerk off.”

“Yeah, I know.” Sometimes, he could be really dense. “Hello, blowjob.”

For some reason, he still seemed reluctant, as if he was afraid of the results. Sometimes, not knowing was the easier option. She got that. Sometimes, you didn’t want to know what the dead thing in the box was.

Another fun mom-ism.

No problem. She knew Stryke’s buttons now. “Think of it as a blowjob for science.” She casually slipped on her shirt, leaving it unbuttoned, her breasts playing peekaboo with the silky fabric.“I’ll be your lab assistant.” She shifted, exposing her nipples. “Youreagerlab assistant.”

His head swung around, his gaze heating. “Let’s do this, then,” he said. “For science.”

Stryke’s legs were still shaking from the most amazing blowjob he’d ever had. He wasn’t sure how he’d managed to get anything at all in the sample cup since he’d gone half-blind with pleasure.

Cyan continued to lave his shaft with her tongue as the last few spasms wrung him dry and filled the cup. Her fingers played with his sac, squeezing and rolling his balls, extending his climax to a new record.

“Damn,” he breathed as he pulled away from her, too sensitive for even her gentlest touch. “Might have to get samples more often.”

She came to her feet in a fluid, lithe surge and stepped over to the sink to wash. She was stronger than she appeared, something he was reminded of often. “You just like getting off in your favorite place. You should have a bed brought in.”

He pulled up his sweatpants. “What, and miss out on the adrenaline rush of hoping we don’t knock a vial of Ebola onto the floor while we’re fucking on the counter?”

“Exactly.” She dried her hands and started the process of putting his specimen under the microscope. “But I hope you’re kidding about the Ebola.”

“I wasn’t kidding, but I was inaccurate.” He moved to the sink, talking while he cleaned up. “It’s DEbola. It’s the demon version of Ebola.” At her horrified glance, he chuckled. “The virus isn’t active outside the demon realm.”

“Yeah, well, demonic hemorrhagic fever doesn’t sound like something we want to knock onto the floor,” she said as she stuck the slide under the microscope.

He dried his hands and wandered over to her, hoping the dampness in his palms was residual moisture and not liquified anxiety. But damn, he was nervous. His logical side said that there was no way his sample contained live sperm. But the side of him that loved Cyan wanted it to.

I love her.

Holy shit, he did. Now wasn’t the time to tell her, but—

“I see swimmers.”

Swimmers. Live sperm. He stood there, paralyzed by the impossibility. How? How had this happened?

“I know this is a lot to absorb,” Cyan said, looking up from the microscope. “We’re both going to need time to figure out what this means.” She straightened, and her hands shook as she fiddled with the buttons on her blouse. “I just…I don’t know how much time we have.”

Time? Because Heaven might be after them both for knowing that the Gehennaportal was still, technically, functional if not active?

His feet moved before his brain, and suddenly, he was in front of her, his hands on her shoulders, his face in hers.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he swore. “We have all the time in the world. This child is—”

“Not going to be born,” she whispered.

He stepped back—stumbled back to be more accurate. “You’re…getting rid of it? But you know it’s mine now—”

“I’m sorry.” She captured his hand, her voice pleading, her eyes damp. “Getting confirmation that you’re the father makes knowing so much worse.”

“Knowing what?”

“Something Eidolon told me.” She took a deep, rattling breath. “It’s true that no known demons except Crux and Chaos have been born since the destruction of Sheoul-gra. But what most people don’t know is that the pregnancies haven’tstopped.” She laid her other hand lightly over her belly. “Just the live births.”

Chapter 31

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