Page 21 of Once Upon a Dance Club Wish

His smile widened for a moment before he relaxed into the pod and snored softly.

It was hard to believe we would soon be parents, chasing after little ones like the other mated couples. But for that time period, our only responsibility was to care for the tiny eggs between us.

Chapter Nineteen

Nelson

Waiting was an impossible task. I’d had to wait in my former life in the outer-world as a production editor. Wait for people to send me the digital video footage I needed. Wait for approval from my higher-ups. And wait for an air date from the broadcasting channel. But none of that proved as difficult as waiting for my eggs to hatch. No one knew how long it would take my babies to come out of their shells. Not even Chelone could give us an estimate of the time they needed to incubate before he left. Though he did mention I shouldn’t have to sit on them like a bird, if I kept them wrapped. And I was ready for my babies to crack their way out. Or I thought I was.

The three eggs I laid were originally each the size of a large grapefruit but grew a little bigger before the shells changed from opaque to a solid white. They also hardened from the jellylike substance to a covering more solid and dry. Yet, I worried they were more delicate, more susceptible to cracking, like a chicken egg back in my world.

Because we had no idea when they would hatch, I barely left the hut. Only when Holden was there and awake to watch over them would I venture out to enjoy the sunshine, or occasionally to visit the community garden. Yet, I never left for long. Luckily, no other outer-worlders had arrived since I’d laid my eggs. Though Holden still had other duties to attend to, he remained with me as much as possible, making sure I slept and ate.

Offers had come in from others in the village to watch our eggs for us, but I refused them all. I wanted at least Holden or myself there when they hatched, so they could imprint on us. Not someone who wasn’t their parent.

As I finished the last bite of the latest meal Walter had dropped off for me, Holden came into the hut, naked since he wasn’t on shift. He walked over and kissed my forehead. “Okay, the tub is filled and ready for you to wash up.”

“Thank you.” Ever since that trough had been built to help me lay my eggs, I used it as a tub to wash up. It was easier to use than the makeshift shower that simply felt like a bucket of water being dumped over my head. Also, we planned to use it one day to hold our babies as they learned to swim. And Holden never once complained about filling it up for me. He saw it as part of his duty as my mate. I glanced up and kissed him on the lips. “You really are the best mate I could have ever asked for.”

He pulled me up and wrapped his arms around me. “You’re wrong. Because I have the best mate.”

I wrinkled my nose as he grinned playfully and rocked us back and forth.

“Wanna get dirty before I wash up?”

He slid his hand under the waistband of my boxers and cupped my ass. “I’ll get dirty with you anytime. I’m already getting hard thinking about what I want to do to you.”

Reaching behind me, I cleared a spot on the table, anxious for him to take me.

Holden leaned forward, kissing my lips, down to my neck, and across my collarbone.

My body buzzed with need. More focused on the eggs lately, we didn’t have as much sex as we used to when we were practicing, and I had craved him inside me so much, I was dreaming about it.

With both hands under my boxers, Holden pushed them down and let them puddle at my feet. He lifted me up onto the table and moved between my spread legs.

A chill of excitement raced down my spine. I wanted him to fuck me so bad, I was sure I was already wet with slick. When he ran a finger around my hole, my suspicions were confirmed.

“Oh, you’re eager for me, my love.”

“Fu-uck, just take me already.” I couldn’t wait, everything in me craving the release I knew Holden would give me.

I rested the backs of my heels on his shoulders and wiggled my ass closer to his cock. “I need you in me.”

His brows flicked up and he gave me a wry grin. “There’s something about your outer-world mating language that gets me excited.”

After lining the tip of his cock with my hole, he grabbed my thighs and ever so slowly pushed his way in. “But I’m going to take my time with you today.”

I let out a heavy breath. He knew his long, slow strokes tortured me, yet, he kept the same steady rhythm over and over, leisurely stroking my cock in the process and rubbing his thumb across the tip. While I enjoyed every minute of our connection, it wasn’t what I wanted from him.

I moved my legs off his shoulders and wrapped them around his back, keeping him seated deep inside me so I could simply feel his fullness. “C’mon. Please, I need this.”

“Okay.” With a grin, Holden pried my legs from his waist and held them bent against my stomach. His stroke started long and slow again, but his speed quickly increased until his balls slapped my ass cheeks. Clutching my hips, he pulled me into him as he plunged in deep. The fire in my belly grew with every thrust and my head spun with pleasure. I was so close to release.

“Mine,” he grunted, slamming into me so hard, I had to grip the table to keep from falling off.

He placed one hand on my chest and spit in the other one before taking hold of my cock. “I can feel how close you are, my love. I want us to go together.”

After mimicking his motions inside me with his hand a few times, he pulled out and held our cocks together. It was like our first time all over again. Only, it didn’t take as long before I let go, my pleasure releasing all over his hand as I gripped the table harder. He continued to pump us both until he bellowed, shooting out his own orgasm onto my chest.

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