A slow smile spread across his face. "I know."
I blinked as the meaning of his words sunk in. He knew, and he was doing it on purpose. That meant...
"You want to?" I asked. Just to be sure, I added, "You want to get pregnant?"
Castor leaned down so his face was inches from mine. The shift in position sent a jolt of pleasure through my cock.
"If you want to, River... then yes, I want that very much," Castor murmured. "I've wanted it for as long as I can remember, but not with just anyone. I want it withyou,my fated mate."
His words held so much gravity that I didn't once doubt he was telling the truth. The lusty brain fog had nothing to do with it. I knew by his tone that he wanted children without a shadow of a doubt.
A strange feeling bloomed in my chest. If I had to put a name to it, it was the urge to love and protect and nurture. All my life I'd been spoken down to, or treated like a fetish. I never had a chance to be the one protecting someone else. But I wanted that now with Castor.
And, I realized with a flicker of hope and excitement, our child.
If Castor got pregnant, I would be a father. I never thought I was ready before, but things were different with Castor by my side. I felt like we could do anything together.
I snaked my arms around Castor's neck, keeping him close to me while his ass still tightly gripped my cock. His omega fluid leaked around me, dripping down my scales. The thick scent of it drove me wild.
"Well?" Castor asked. His gaze was steady. He already knew what he wanted. The only thing standing between us and our future was my decision.
But I'd made up my mind, too.
"I want it, too," I said. "I... I want to start a family with you."
Castor beamed as bright as the sun. He looked so happy. He cupped my face and kissed me passionately until I ran out of breath. Then, wasting no time, he raised his hips again. When he dropped his weight back down, I groaned with pleasure. His tight hole was amazing.
He moved differently now, each motion with far more purpose. He grew frantic and determined, riding my cock as hard and fast and deep as possible. The head of my cock hit his depths and made my whole body sing with pleasure.
My heart was singing, too. I heard it with crystal clarity. The soft, distant musical notes I thought were imaginary. I'd noticed them before while close to Castor only to brush them off as my imagination playing tricks on me. But now, even though I was the only one who could hear them, they were loud and real. My heart sang for Castor.
"River," Castor murmured.
Thick emotion laced his voice and his shoulders trembled from pleasure. He buried his face in my neck and let out a soft keening noise. I wrapped my arms around him. Even though we were pressed skin-to-skin, I wanted to be even closer.
I bucked my hips as Castor pushed down on me. We flowed into a rhythm that rose in pitch, going faster and faster. We were both breathless, drenched in sweat, and overwhelmed with arousal.
I wasn't going to last. My nails dug into Castor's skin and he groaned. Suddenly his ass tightened and his frame tensed. He let out a strangled cry as he came all over my scales, leaving white streaks across the crimson expanse.
As Castor's ass clamped down on my cock, my pleasure hit its limit and exploded. I came deep inside him, bucking my hips wildly as I emptied myself.
My vision blurred and I felt dizzy as I came down from the high. I was still enveloped in Castor's warmth. He hadn't gone anywhere. In fact, he had his head laid on my chest and was smiling up at me.
"That was something else," he said softly as he reached out to run trembling fingers through my hair. He was still trying to catch his breath.
"That was the best sex I've ever had," I blurted out.
Castor laughed. He wriggled his hips. My cock was still buried inside him and the motion made the mix of cum and omega fluids leak out of him. My face burned. It hit me that we really did just have sex while trapped in a dirty bathroom together. The worst part was that I didn't even care. I loved it. Hell, I'd do it again in a heartbeat if Castor asked.
Then the humans returned to the cabin.
16
Castor
The high ofsex wore off when I heard the front door slam.
I was alert instantly. I sat up from where River and I were cuddling together and listened to the sound of the poachers' heavy footsteps and muttering voices.
