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Dreikx grabs my hip and pushes into me to the hilt, releasing a jet of seed, the force of it making me scream. As he empties inside me, I feel a prick at my temple. I ignore it because he’s finally seeding me, my pussy clenching and relaxing around his dick, milking him for more, every last drop for this session. As I marvel at the power of his lean body over mine, in the seed that will grow inside my womb, I stare into his beautiful eyes and the mouth that doesn’t move when he says,“Hello,”inside my head.

Chapter 12

Dreikx

Tamey is confused. I read confusion both from her expression and from her mind, though I do not violate her other private thoughts, even though she’s an open book to me. The temptation to dig inside her presents itself, and I curb it, diligently and forever. I won’t invade her mind, though I will need to help her build her mental shields, if only against me.

She says nothing, so I press on. “Tamey, this is our bond.”

“Get the fuck out,”she responds with a thought.

“Certainly, I only wanted to show you—”

“Oh no. No, no, nope. Stay.” She stops me from moving away. “I meant I-can’t-believe-our-brains-speak-to-each-other way, not the get-out-of-my-head way. Though, it does make me uncomfortable.”

“Which part?” Tamey never fails to see the bright side. I never fail to see the opposite. The natural laws of polar opposites are clear. We attract. I can practically feel the beauty of our union and the way it will allow me to grow. Intellectually, of course. Because a mental bond is a new territory for me, I’m excited to discover more. How far does the bond reach for communication? Across the room, neighborhood, city, state, country, planet? The possibilities of development are endless!

“You’re excited,” she says and wiggles.

“Interesting. How can you tell?” She cannot read my thoughts.

“I can feel it.”

“Excuse me?” I ask, perhaps a bit too forcefully because Tamey startles. I move us onto our sides. I’m still inside her, and I’m not leaving her incredible warm pussy anytime soon. The mating hour is finished. I have seeded her, and the rest is left to our biology. Though I have researched and there’s no reason to believe a Telean and Regha union can’t reproduce, I don’t quite know what kind of baby we will have. If any.

Tamey stares at me expectantly.

“Did you say something?” I ask.

She giggles. “No, but your excitement is making me giddy.”

“I did not realize you could read my feelings.”

“But why not?”

I blink. “Why not what?”

“I’m a Regha Omega. We read Alphas all the time.”

“That’s different. You can smell and sense an Alpha’s mood.” I purse my lips. “It is possible. We will work on this.”

Tamey throws her long leg over my hip and kisses me. “We can work on anything you want after my heat. But now, we will work on more seeding.”

“I have already seeded you.”

“So?”

I laugh. “So the womb is as seeded as it’s gonna get.”

“I don’t believe that. I think we should seed me for the duration of my heat.”

I roll her onto her belly and mount her, moving inside her again.

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We take food breaks, and seeing as I have stocked the house, we have plenty to live on for at least a few months. I prepared for the apocalypse, but used the food for her heat. It’s akin to an apocalypse, because who knows what’s happening in the world? Not me. And for the first time in my life, I don’t care. I’m content spending my days with her, getting to know her and her thinking process. It’s fascinating. Everything bad is processed, then discarded. Somehow, she chooses only to think about the things that bring her joy, and she can find joy anywhere. This in itself is fascinating.

On day three of her heat, I hail the main ship and excuse myself until further notice. Many questions and requests and problems get recorded into my log, but I ignore them. The world can wait. It really can.

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