Page 77 of A Touch of Flame
His body started to ease down.
Then the wolf leaped away from him and the chase was on. Again. He got hard once more.
For you, Braden.
He ran after her. Only this time, she half-levitated as she flew through the forest.
On the bed of furs, he pumped his hips into her and again latched onto her throat. He increased his girth as he’d done before.
Yes.Her voice whispered through his mind.More. Faster.
He increased the speed of his hips as he flew through the air. He was ready. He launched at her, caught her midair and brought her once more to earth. He again bit the back of her neck to control her.
This time, in both real-time and in the image, he released his marking scent. It swelled over him.
Braden, that scent. You’ll make me come.
Those were all the words he needed. He slammed into her, and moved wolf-fast, faster than a human male. He felt her body writhe against him and heard her cries once more.
As the orgasm rushed through his cock, he held on and fixed the mark with his teeth, his scent and his semen.
What happened next stunned him. His inner eye could see within her body. He watched his sperm move through her, as pleasure mounted pleasure. Up through her uterus, like lightning. The journey led to an egg. No, two eggs and his sperm pierced them both.
Life began.
A boy and a girl.
A third orgasm tore through him. He released her throat, overwhelmed and overcome. He roared, only this time it was with the knowledge he’d created life with Maeve, unexpected, stunned beyond reason.
She screamed her pleasure one last time and as the sensations dimmed, he looked at her. She met his gaze.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Braden. Did you see that? Was it real? Will I carry your children?”
“Yes.” He knew it as well as he knew his name and her scent and how beautiful she was as he remained connected to her. He almost asked her to bond with him then and there. But he knew something still wasn’t right with her. So, he held back.
He kissed her instead and kept on kissing her. Then he kissed her neck and afterward blew some raspberries until she was giggling and begging him to stop.
“Thank you for this, for the lovemaking, for the potion-based images that were hot-as-hell, for taking me into your burrow. I love it here. I hope we come back to this room, or cave, or whatever it is, again and again.”
She leaned up and kissed him. “Me, too.” She opened her mouth then closed it. “I have no words.”
He felt it as well, that what had happened here, the beginnings of life, had them both overcome.
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An hour later, Maeve sat in a chair beside Kiara’s bed. She held the witch’s hand. Her color was good but she looked worn to the bone. Weeks of torture had taken a toll.
The only visible poison-burn was the one on her neck. The tissue had mostly healed leaving behind a patch of silver streaks that would remain with her the rest of her life. She’d seen these scars on a couple of her human rescues, more of Veyda’s handiwork. She knew there would be horrendous scarring on Kiara’s abdomen, where most of the painful torture had taken place.
Maeve hadn’t seen the damage herself, but Alfonso had given her the details.
“You seem different.” Kiara’s voice was hoarse.
“I do?” She looked away from Kiara as images of being with Braden rolled swiftly through her mind. It all seemed so surreal. Braden had marked her. But was it really possible she was pregnant? With twins?
Yet, every witch sense she possessed told her it was true.
She was alone with Kiara and maybe for that reason didn’t mind telling her at least some of what was going on. “I’ve been with Braden. We’ve gotten very close.” She chuckled nervously. “Maybe too close.”
