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I’d never felt anything like this before and it created a high watermark on my soul that was rarely replicated. I was completely and utterly caught up in my girl. And so were Xavier and Jay, watching and listening to her screams of pleasure, right as we experienced ours. I said I wanted to breed her, but she was not a passive receptacle. She dragged the cum from my balls, ejecting into her over until finally there was nothing left.

I could hear the rapid skitter of her heart beat and mine as we all began to settle again, everyone collapsing on the bed. I pressed my mouth to her lips, felt her sluggish kiss, before Jayden shoved me.

“Don’t go stirring her up again,” he told me before lying down on the bed. “Let her rest. I hope you’re not feeling sore, love, because this is gonna happen over and over again.”

Chapter 64

Xavier

And we did. Over and over for days until the fever broke and our senses came back to us. I realised this because Kai rolled towards me, groaning.

“You OK?” I croaked out, my mouth bone dry. I coughed and then tried again. “Kai?”

“Sticky…” she mumbled, pressing her face into my chest and trying to go back to sleep, but then shifting again, unable to get comfortable.

She was. We were. Atlas’ words, about trying to get her pregnant? I dunno if it was that or just her heat, but we’d all come and kept on coming until we got to here. Skin stuck to skin, the sheets damp or sticky.

“Xavier…” she grumbled.

I was out of bed, my legs shaky, but I locked them down tight and carried her into the bathroom. She blinked, then flinched against the light shining in the windows. I set her down in the bath and then pulled the curtain across as I set it to run. I tossed around the idea of adding some bubble bath to the mix, but if she was as tender as I was, it’d just hurt.

“You’re just going to stand there?”

She looked so fucking tired, lines on her face that had never been there before, her eyes slits.

“You’re tired—” I started to say.

“And I need you to wash me.” She smiled when I took a step forward, then another, sitting forward so I could sit behind her, then settling back against my chest.

Would this ever get old? I wondered, tracing small circles along her arms, balling her hair up at her neck so it wasn’t caught between us. Then watching the curve of her back, the small swell of her arse as it shifted so she could turn off the water. Then feeling that deep satisfaction that came from feeling her back in my arms.

Yeah, that.

Human men always bitched about their girlfriends or settled into some kind of oblivious states with the wives, bonded through a mixture of habit and affection, but I never heard them talk of this. Of your heart rate picking up or slowing down in time with hers, your chests rising and falling at the same time. Of loving someone so fucking deeply that you’d burn the world down for her, but hoped you wouldn’t have to because you loved to see her delight in it. The way she spun in the sun the moment we had a fine day, or laughed as we smacked her on the arse as she passed by. How her eyelids fluttered when she breathed in the scent of the flowers we’d brought her. The way she smacked with the spatula if I wasn’t listening to her orders when cooking dinner, too caught up in her and right then I hugged her closer, wanting the imprint of her body pressed into mine.

“You OK?” she asked, that terrible sensitivity her mother had thrashed into her, now directed at us. She detected our shifts in moods, knew as soon as we walked in the door whether we’d had a bad day or a good one and then moved towards us to settle us back down again and right now I wanted to do that for her. I pressed my lips to the top of her head and said my truth.

“Always with you. I’ll love you forever.”

“I know—” she said.

“And I want you to be pregnant.” Silence filled the bathroom, because I’d revealed something I’d kept locked down for far too long and now it was coming spilling out. “It’s OK if you’re not or if you never want to have kids…”

Kai rose up out of the water then, turning around to face me and I met her stare, unable to look away. I smiled, but it was a terrible thing. I had fucking tears in my eyes, for fuck’s sake. But my mate moved closer with a question in her eyes. I covered her hands with mine and met her gaze head on.

“I want us to be a family, Kai, just to see if we’re any better. Maybe we wouldn’t fuck it up. Maybe it won’t be so fucking awful. Maybe—”

She cut me off with a kiss, but I was glad for it. No more fucking shit spilling from my lips, just this. Kai, her, her taste and her feel, making my head spin when she finally pulled away.

“I hope I am too, Xavier.” She settled back on her heels and her hands shook as she touched her stomach. “But if I’m not, we’ll never stop trying, right? We’ll always be a family, no matter whether we have children or not.”

I smiled then, really smiled, feeling the light that came from being around her fill me up. I grinned and then laughed, feeling like we shed something in that moment.

“Promise?”

Chapter 65

Several years later.

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