“That would be uncomfortable. Although... Not once I’m in. Once I’m in, I’d be knotted to you. My cock would be hard inside of you for twenty or thirty minutes.”
Kaylie’s eyes widened. She knew Felids and Canids were good lovers with unusual abilities based on the whispered gossip and the observations she made with her own eyes (well, ears), but she also knew human lovers typically didn’t last that long. Even if they did, once they reached completion, they didn’t stay hard and let you keep riding them.
If they did, there wouldn’t be so many sour-faced-looking women on Sapien-Three.
“We can try.”
“If we try, and you don’t like it, you might never—”
She silenced Jax by hooking her ankles around his thighs and pulling him forward, gasping when the tight ball of flesh at the bottom of his cock pressed against her harder, rubbing all of her already overstimulated spots. “I’ll never stop loving you. I didn’t even mean to start. I told myself it was dumb. Someone like you could never want someone like me. But here you are.”
“Here we are. Across death and kidnappers and galaxies. Neither of us is from this galaxy. You found your way to me.”
“Found my way home.” Kaylie’s eyes closed as the force of him overwhelmed her soaking, slick walls, and the relief of finally finding that last missing piece of her heart, of her life, slid into place. “I came home to you,” she whispered into his fur.
“And I was waiting. Ohhh, waiting for this,” he panted out, whimpering against her throat, hips dropping to hers as his knot slotted snug inside of her, threatening to burst her.
The hot rush of his cum left her panting and shaking, a twin of his own actions. Her already jam-packed insides threatened a rebellion until his hand slid between them again, rubbing her needy nub hard to relax her further. “My mate. My little Valentine. Home.”
“Home.” She kissed his cheek as her walls gave a hesitant squeeze and found there was nowhere to go.
And that... that was actually really fucking good.
“I shouldn’t be this happy, sappy, and ready to come again. Not all at once. Should I?” she asked as her walls continued their little squeezes, each one sending a jolt of pleasure to her core.
“I don’t see why not. It’s a holiday, after all,” Jax teased, limp against her—but not limp inside of her.
Kaylie tugged on his muzzle, causing Jaxson to lift himself back up and look down on her with a spent smile. “What is it?” he asked.
“This is only how it’s gonna be on holidays?” she pouted playfully, one eyebrow arched.
“No, no. I don’t think so,” Jax chuckled. He gave a dramatic sigh and planted a hand over his heart. “I’m pretty sure Cupid’s arrow is lodged in there, permanently. I think it’s going to be like this every day. Well,almostevery day.”
Kaylie let the waves of pleasure have their way, looking up at Jaxson. She put her hand over his heart, lacing her fingers between his digits. “I can live with that.”
Breaking All the Rules
“You had the same idea, huh?”
Lycen looked up from the cub she was humming over and saw Elio entering the nursery.
“What idea is that?” Lycen challenged. Something about the beautiful human male, with his jet black hair and his hard, clever eyes, always put her on her guard, and she couldn’t understand why.
Even if her tail sometimes gave an involuntary twitch whenever he was around...
“That, as one of the only single members of this crew, I ought to do my part to make sure this lovefest flies by watching the kiddos. Two of them are my niece and nephew, after all.” Elio strode in, his slender, muscular build moving with unusual grace.
Wolfine grace, Lycen thought as he seemed to prowl silently, moving to the bigger sleeping cots where Layla and Rupex’s cubs were curled together, sleeping peacefully.
“Uncle Elio is here, babies,” he whispered with a little smile playing across his usually serious features. “You want to take off, Lycen? All four are out. I can handle this.”
“Nah, it’s okay. I said I’d stay until the end of this watch, and then the parents will be back. Especially for Aran, here.” Lycen looked nervously at the Leopardine cub, hoping her faint apprehension didn’t show on her perpetually calm, collected face. The daughter of a Wolfi pack leader and a surgeon was always supposed to be cool and ready for any eventuality. Self-sufficient.
Definitely wouldn’t need help watching four sleepy cubs, even a newborn who was one of the four living hopes for a species under threat.
Oh, Anubis... I think I’m going to have heart palpitations. Don’t think about it. Think about something else.
“You okay? You stopped breathing. Is Aran okay?”
