I give her everything—pounding into her with a year’s worth of learned precision, angling to hit that spot inside her that makes her sob. My hand slips between us, thumb finding her clit, circling in tight, ruthless strokes.
She’s close again—I feel it building through the bond, a white-hot coil ready to snap.
“Come with me,” I growl against her throat, teeth grazing her mating mark. It flares gold under my mouth, sending a fresh surge of pleasure through both of us.
She breaks first—clenching around me so hard my vision whites out, screaming my name as she comes undone. The bondexplodes, her orgasm ripping through me like a supernova, and I follow her over the edge, spilling deep inside her with a roar that the soundproofing barely contains.
For a long moment, there’s nothing but the two of us—pulsing together, joined in every way possible, the mate marks blazing gold between us.
When the light fades and I can think again, we’re both breathing like we’ve run a marathon. She’s limp beneath me, boneless and glowing, pink hair stuck to her sweat-damp forehead.
“That was—” She stops. Laughs weakly, breathless. “Stars, I don’t have words.”
“Good. I prefer you speechless.”
“Rude.” But she’s smiling, utterly sated, and the bond hums with warm contentment.
She’s looking at me strangely now. Nervous. Happy. Something else.
“What is it?”
Through the bond: she’s shimmering. Not just the satisfied thrum of good sex—something different. Excited. Joyful.
“Polly?”
She takes my hand. Her fingers are warm, her pulse quick against my palm.
And then she places my hand on her stomach.
My heart stops. Starts again. Racing.
“So.” Her voice is light, but I can feel her trembling through the bond. “Funny story.”
“Polly—”
“The med-scan came back this morning.” She’s watching my face, searching for my reaction. “Apparently Valorian-human compatibility is very real.”
The world narrows to the feel of her belly under my palm. Flat still, unchanged, but—
“And your genes are just as extra as the rest of you,” she continues, grinning through the tears gathering in her eyes.
I can’t breathe.
“Because there’s two of them.”
I stare at her. “Two?”
“Twins, Lord Chaos.” Her smile wobbles, brave and terrified and brilliant. “We’re having twins.”
For a long moment, I can’t move. Can’t think. The information crashes through me like a wave, reshaping everything in its path.
Twins. We’re having twins.
The joy hits so hard the bond nearly whites out. I pull her from the desk, crush her against my chest, bury my face in her hair.
“Twins,” I manage, voice rough.
“I know, I’m scared too—”
