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“Not yet I’m not.” I smirk. “That’s really what you want, though, isn’t it? To feel me coat your insides with my cum? Be stuffed so full that it’s leaking out of you?”

“Yes,” Sarah moans, her hips picking up the pace. With every bounce, her breasts sway to and fro, her thighs clench in anticipation, and her pussy throbs with pleasure. She sucks me deeper and deeper still, like even her cunt wants me to stay here forever.

Wouldn’t be such a bad way to go, if it was with her.

“After our baby is here, I’m going to take you to bed and put another one in you, just so I can see you like this again. Just so we can dothisagain.”

“Nnngh.” Sarah sighs, one hand finding her left breast and tweaking the nipple as she continues to chase her pleasure. “I need you. Your cum. Please, I’m so empty, I need it…”

“Why didn’t you just say so, my love?” My words are sweet, but my thrusts are anything but. I piston my hips upward in time with her wails, giving extra force and friction every time she bobs up and down. Still panting heavily, Sarah leans forward, the round globes of her ass smacking against my thighs while she goes for shorter, deeper thrusts. I dig my fingers into her soft flesh, feeling her muscles tense to a building crescendo.

“So...full...” Her words turn into nothing more than breathy moans and then to higher-pitched cries, and with a final, enormous clench, she lets go at last. The rhythmic throbbing of her orgasm soon sends me over the edge as well, and I bury myself as deep as I can, letting out a possessive growl as I fill her to the brim.

This will be the first of many times tonight, I think. We have a lot of lost time to make up for.

WEDDING

ULFAR

“They call it a tuxedo. Weird, huh?”

I step out of the dressing room and present myself to Orri, who’s wearing a similar outfit. The fabric is too tight, too itchy, too hot for my liking, but Sarah insisted.

“Why are we wearing these again?” Orri asks, fiddling with the cufflinks.

“Sarah wanted to have an Earth-style mating ceremony. On her world they call them weddings.”

“Weddings,” he repeats. “And they suffocate themselves in clothes to do it?”

“Beats me.”

“Hey, I was thinking about something,” Orri says, running a hand through his hair. “These ‘weddings.’ Isabella told me that usually they happen before the child is born. Why wait so long?”

Stars bless him, he means well, but sometimes Orri can be a bit too nosy. It’s a good thing he’s my oldest friend. “In case you haven’t forgotten, our relationship hasn’t exactly been the most traditional one. Nor was yours, if I remember correctly.”

“Fair, fair.” Orri puts up his hands in defeat. “But won’t the baby make things a little more...complicated?”

“No more than having two mates in one lifetime,” I point out. His previous mate, Zannah, fell in battle, and Orri thought he would never love again. That is, until he met Isabella. Their love isn’t perfect, but it is real. I couldn’t be happier for them.

“Touché,” he relents, checking himself over in the mirror one more time. “Well, I’d better go join the others. The ‘wedding’ should be starting soon.”

Orri turns to leave, but when he’s in the doorway he stops. “Hey, Ulfar. I just remembered something.”

“Yeah?”

“I was right.”

A warm smile creeps up my face. The challenge he presented me long ago, when he and his mate Isabella were having their first child. At the time, I couldn’t conceive of anyone going so nuts over a woman. Especially a human.

But when Sarah came into my life, all the walls I’d drawn up around myself fell away. She inspired me to be a better man and a better alpha. And not only that, something else I thought I’d never be: a father.

* * *

The ceremony beginsand I’m standing on a raised dais. A carpeted aisle splits the room in two, where rows of seating house all of our friends and family. It wasn’t cheap, but we even arranged for some of Sarah’s Earth friends to make the trip. An old-fashioned organ begins to play, and it begins.

Each of my Aesirheim battle brothers walks down the aisle, accompanied by their mates. Soren with Lara. Rathgar with Janie. Orri with Isabella. And even though they’re not formally mated yet, Djorn shows up with Vi.

They all walk down the aisle together as the organ plays. The women wear breezy white dresses that stop at the knee, while the men wear multi-layered tuxedos. The women look a lot more comfortable, if you ask me.

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