Page 111 of Labor of Love

Iri’s fingers dig into my arm, and the crescendo of his pleasure-filled sounds fills the room. Echo in my head.

“Knot,” Iri demands. “Now. Knot me, Luken.”

I roll us until he’s on his chest with his ass up and push my thick knot inside his tight body. His muscles spasm. His body convulses as I shove past the tight rings. He takes me. Every single inch. His sexy little hole closes around me and literally locks me in place.

The moment it happens makes me gasp, and my eyesight darkens as if I’m looking into the vast emptiness of space every single time. Iri’s body feels like it vibrates as he instantly begins his endless orgasm that our sweet breedables are known for.

His sweet, honey-caramel scent becomes saturated with the smell of his release and literally drives me absolutely insane withhunger. I ruck my hips against his fine ass, making him yowl in pleasure as I persistently fill him.

My growl is loud in my head, the wordswe’re pregnantstill a constant chant, the addition of the honey in his scent making me wild as I fill him with every drop I have in me.

“Bite me,” Iri cries. His hand comes up to grab a fistful of my hair, and he drags my face to his neck. “Bite me now! Mate me.”

My teeth sink into him. Because we’re mid fuck, the first thing I feel is an explosion of pleasure flood my body. Iri experiences the same flood, and then there’s nothing else for a very long time as we ride each other’s orgasms until we’re nothing but a lump of sweaty flesh on the bed.

When I can breathe again, I feel Iri everywhere inside of me. His love is strong and bright. Incredibly possessive, which isn’t a word that I often associate with my sweet Iri. My breedable is often quiet, mistaken as having a meek personality. I know that’s not the truth. He would rather observe those around him than be a noisy presence.

But everything about him inside me is loud. Unmistakable. Endless, strong, piercing love.

I rest my forehead against the back of his head and breathe him in. I now understand the change in his scent. It’s not a new shampoo or lotion. It’s a change in his chemistry because he’s carrying our young.

My hand drops down to cover his lower abdomen, and I continue to breathe him in, letting my body fill with his new scent. This is what my Iri smells like when he’s carrying my progeny. Fuck, I could get drunk off it. There’s no chance in hell that I’m ever going to be soft in his presence again. It’s intoxicating.

Iri’s hand covers mine. “I can’t believe we did it,” he whispers. “I’m pregnant.”

I sigh. Is now the time to tell him about the nectar? I know he’s not going to care. We agreed when we first met our assignment that we’d try whatever it took to get to this point.

But no. Right now isn’t the time. Soon. But right now, I only want to hold him and marvel at this miraculous moment.

“You are,” I agree.

“I hope you’re at your top game, breeder,” Iri murmurs. I can hear the smile in his eyes. “I’m going to be insatiable. Our baby will grow strong because you’re going to breed me every single hour until he’s born.”

I grin. “You act like that’s a hardship, love. I know you can feel my excitement.”

A rush of affection fills my chest so suddenly that I can’t take a breath. Getting used to feeling Iri’s presence inside me is going to take some getting used to. And I can’t fucking wait.

6

LUKEN

One year later

Everything about Iri just glows. His smile never fades. He’s simply stunning. Beautiful. He takes my breath away.

He’s sitting on the couch with a tablet in his hands, most likely grading schoolwork. His bump is still small, but it’s obvious now. He’s just under halfway through gestation, and I can’t keep my hands off him.

Part of that is simply biology. Male breedables might as well be an entirely different species.Everythingabout their pregnancies is different, complex, and sometimes simply strange.

Beginning with the fact that they last almost two years. Twenty-one months is the average, but they can go anywhere from twenty to twenty-three months.

Their babies grow slowly, but unlike female breedable pregnancies, there’s almost no chance of miscarriage. It takes a special set of circumstances to conceive. It’s fucking rough and trying, not at all like the female breedables. Females in nearly every species aredesignedby nature to carry young.

Male breedables are an accidental mutation in evolution. By all accounts, it makes zero sense. Their anatomy is fucking wild, too. Not to mention, the only way to birth a child is by cesarean.

But they have an advantage, too. They almost never miscarry. It’s like the universe said ‘I’m going to put every fucking hurdle in your way, but if you manage to conceive, it’s yours. You worked hard for this moment, and I’m not going to take it away.’ Miscarriages only happen when the growing baby isn’t nourished properly.

And by properly, we’re talking endless incoming breeder seed.

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