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Yeah, right.

I could be on my deathbed, and I’d still crave him.

Chapter 9

Barrett

Two days later

I easedthe canvas against the side of the house, tilting it enough so it wouldn’t fall as it dried. The piece leaned next to three others of a similar nature. I’d painted them all over the last two days.

Since finding out the man I’m interested in is a bear.

And apparently, if we sleep together, I’ll get pregnant.

Let’s not forget, I’m also his fated mate.

No pressure there. Pfft. Not a drop.

My sarcasm might as well have been an actual living thing at this rate. I felt like nothing made sense anymore. Especially not when it involved Nolan.

The man was perfection on two legs. Not once did he pressure me to move forward or ask how I felt about the information he’d shared. It was as if he put the ball in my court with that talk, and now I had to decide what the game winning play would be. That was, if I wanted to win the game at all.

Ugh.

I was so off-kilter, I’d started using sports metaphors. This was truly a disaster.

Lifting my shirt, I wiped away sweat from my brow. It had been an unusually warm day so far. I woke up covered in sweat. Thank goodness cold showers exist. I was able to cool off enough before I got to work on another piece.

Yet now, I was overheated again. It was like my body decided to have hot flashes, just without the flashing. It was a constant heat beneath my skin.

Worse, all I could think about was how I could be getting sweaty in a different way.

When Nolan had shifted into his bear form, I had enough time to take in the view of his body. I knew what he was packing, and I suspected it would feel amazing if I could accept everything that came with mating him.

Could I spend forever with him here in this small town? Would I be ok with the whole pregnancy thing?

I didn’t know much about pregnancy. Even if I did, I doubted this male-mate-pregnancy thing was the same. Where the hell did the baby even come out at?

The thought made me freeze.

Logically, the baby had to come out. It couldn’t stay inside me forever. But how!?

I decided to go to the internet to see if I could find answers. Maybe there was some secretly buried website about shifter babies that I could reference.

My search didn’t take all that long. Not because I found an actual site to get details from. More because I found a fan fiction website with the tag MPreg — short for male pregnancy.

With nothing better to do, I curled up in a chair and dove into the first story. It was about a human and a shifter. A wolf shifter.

I became enthralled by the tale. The writing was beautiful, full of tension and longing. The deeper I got into the story, the more I felt like I was one of the characters.

By the time they were naked and writhing together, I was aching for a knot of my own to sit on. The story made it sound like the greatest sexual experience in one’s life.

Sweat dripped down my face and neck. My clothes stuck to my body from how heated I’d become in the short time I’d been reading.

I nearly came when I read the descriptive orgasm scene. Panting, I placed the book on my chest and closed my eyes. I needed a minute to get myself together.

After taking some deep breaths, I picked back up where I left off. There were a few scenes of intimacy between the couple again, then I got to the part I was most curious about.

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