Page 102 of The Commander

“Kitten is so eager and lovely this way.” His skin had warmed again, and now she was sweating from the heat. He inhaled the release of fresh scent from her pores, lapping it up, like a sweet.

“Bastian,” His name was a little mew on her lips.

“You know I love to hear you beg, Cara.” He opened his hand, tested the round fullness of her breasts before drawing his claws back to the peak once again, pulling until she twitched and cried out. Between them his cock throbbed with involuntary vibrations that signaled his own need to release starting up.

She moved an arm, so he tightened his hold, bringing his hand up and lightly holding her throat. He wouldn’t risk squeezing her airways, not while she carried his child, but his hand was plenty large enough to hold her still. “What are you doing, Kitten? Aren’t you comfortable?” He asked in feigned concern.

He knew exactly what she was doing. She was trying to move her arm so that she could reach down and grab hold of his cock and make him do what she wanted.

“Need to come.”

“You’re always so impatient. Don’t you want me to enjoy my beautiful mate?” He gently squeezed her belly, reaching down with his fingers close to the top of her mound.

He craved every moment of this intimacy. He wanted it on his skin at all times. To breathe her into every cell and hold her there.

With pregnancy often leaving her sleepy and vulnerable, she spent more time naked in their bed. He’d taken days to craft a snug alcove sanctuary for her where he could explore all her exquisite human features—features she insisted on hiding under layers of clothing when she wasn’t in bed.

She hadn’t quickened with a child until after their home was secure. Not until after she started sleeping longer, regular human hours. Not until he’d finished building the nest. And not until after he raided a wanker camp and stole all their food stores, including things she called high-grade chocolate and nectar-of-the-gods-coffee.

This was their world; he relished every forbidden touch and couldn’t get enough of touching her.

“How is our nestling today, humm? How does our little battler feel?” He rubbed a circle over the spot where his child grew.

“She’s fine.” She tried to push him down farther, deeper, and make him touch her in her favorite spot.

“He’s fine, you mean.”

“She wants you to make her mama come so we can go back to sleep.”

Bastian chuckled. “Does he?”

The baby nestled inside her was smaller than an apple seed, blissfully unaware of their tender exchanges. He expected that they would welcome a male protector into their lives before a female successor after the design of his species.

It had taken Kitten a bit to accept the idea of pregnancy. She’d been terrified of bringing such innocence into their harsh world. They would not be able to produce more than four children if they managed more than two. His kind did not breed as her kind did. “Stop teasing.” She pushed at his hands more, arched her back, and squeezed her legs together to create a tight tunnel between her legs.

“Doesn’t it feel good? Do you want me to stop?”

“No, don’t stop.”

“Then I need you to say the words.”

“Oh, god, no, don’t make me.” He could hear and feel the blush of embarrassed shame color her all up, along with a fresh drench ofarousal. He knew her core tightened, too. Her love-hate relationship with certain words had amazing results in her body.

“I won’t make you do anything, Kitten. You are my mate. You have a will of your own.”

“But I need to come.” She argued, pulsing her hips, digging her nails into the back of his hand.

He liked that. Her need built his, fed his, sending snaps of heat down his spine and forcing them out his cock so that he spurted more arousal fluid. The opening where his frillium came out burned with the most pleasant sensation.

He grunted with the push. “I can do this for hours.”

“Please, can’t take it. I’m gonna die.”

“What a pretty liar.” The build of her need, her erratic, helpless movements, the scent of their bodies, the exquisite feel of her, was a powerful infection.

She turned her head to the side, licked at his skin, sucked, bit down when he twisted her poor, abused nipple. “Oh, no. I can’t. Just a little faster. A little deeper. Make me come.”

“Who’s so bossy now? Tell me what I want to hear. You’re doing really well, pet. I know you can do it. You can be good for me, can’t you?” Back and forth, his cock moved between her legs, rubbing wet, gorgeous friction that she tried to hump into desperate, deeper, harder touches.

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