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As long as she isn’t lying flat on her back!

I slipped the fingers of my left hand beneath her right shoulder, freezing for a moment at the feeling of her bare skin against mine. Incredibly warm. Indescribablysoft.Scattered, just as her face was, with tiny splotches of human melanin that I had the sudden, bizarre urge to trace with my tips of my fingers.

Followed by my tongue.

Roll her over and be done with it.

I did so, exerting pressure at her shoulder until she moved onto her left side. But as soon as I removed my hand, the blasted female rolled right back.

“What the blazes are you doing?” I asked her irritably. “As a medical professional, I cannot abide this. And as your…”

As her what? Not her husband yet. Maybe not her husband ever, once she woke up and learned the truth.

“I am a convicted murderer, you know,” I growled as I once again rolled her over and she once again, infuriatingly, rolled back. But even that statement could not convince her sleeping form to listen to me.

At least now no one can say I didn’t tell her…

Even if she wasn’t exactly awake to hear it.

This was not working. Every time I let go of Jolene, like a restless shuldu suddenly released from its stall, she just rolled right back to where she’d been before. Which not only was a health risk, but it also meant she was taking up almost the entire blasted bed.

I need something to keep her in place. Something to prop against her back as she lays on her side…

I did not have any extra pillows that would be sturdy enough. And there wouldn’t be much room in the bed left for me if I put something big and heavy enough to hold her in place.

Which left…

Me.

I flushed with a feverish combination of agitation and desire at the idea of using my own body as a wall behind hers. I’d have to be pressed right up against her to keep her from rolling over again. Her back would be pressed all along my front. My cock-

I nearly tripped over my own tail in my haste to move away from the bed. All at once, my shaft was rigid, so suddenly swollen that it nearly hurt. My cocktail writhed, needing to curl, to claim.

I stared down at my wayward genitals, trying to menace them back into submission with little success.

As I left the room in search of other solutions, it began to truly hit me that having a human wife – a heavily pregnant one, at that – was going to be far more inconvenient than I’d anticipated.

Which was really saying something. Because I’d already anticipated astronomical levels of inconvenience. And so far, Jolene had surpassed all my grimmest imaginings.

But she’d also smiled at me.

And somehow, empire help me, I had a feeling that might make it all worthwhile.

10

JOLENE

Iwoke to the sensations of warm sun on my face, a soft blanket on my body, and something very hard pressing into my back.

Not just hard but…

Spiky?

What the hell?

I sat up – no easy feat at my current stage of pregnancy – and turned to see what was in the bed with me.

You’ve got to be shitting me.

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