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Her eyes widen. “You want a baby…with me? Now?”
“Yes.”
Then I leave her to think about what I said.
I exit the room with all her luggage in my arms and close the door behind me. A cleaning bot beeps pleasantly as it passes by me in the hallway. I enter the mating room and place her stack of luggage inside our expansive closet, which is entirely empty on her side, ready for my mate to fill with her own belongings.
Then I check to make sure the bots have followed my instructions for this room. The fireplace crackles. The bed is filled with white bedding and pillows. The repair bots changed the color of the wall behind the bed to a dark grey, which I find pleasing, and I suspect so will Posey. Our room is nothing but muted tones of black and grey, with the only hint of brightness being the traditional white bedding of the mating bed. There is also a variety of imitation Voltare mating candles arranged and lit around the bed, according to tradition. I am pleased with the result.
Will my human consent to having a male of another species as her life-long mate? Humans are notorious for a variety of mating partners throughout their lifespans. They not only pleasure mate but they have the ability to choose many different mates to have offspring with. I will need this female to go against her nature and instead choose only me and remain at my side for her entire lifespan, as I will for her. After tonight I will be physically incapable of mating with another female because I will imprint on her and only Posey’s pheromones will cause my body to enflame. It is incredibly risky for a Voltare to mate with a human, but my body has chosen this female and the pheromones are never incorrect. I must trust in the process.
I fist my claws, ready to hear her final decisions. If she wants out, I will allow it and instead lock myself into the safe room in the basement to ride out my eventual madness. I would do this for a female on my own planet, so I would also do this for her. Posey must come to me of her own free will, as I do for her. This is the Voltare way.
I return to the suite next door and find Posey inside the attached bathroom. The thin orange and white pet she calls Demon Spawn walks gingerly along the floor. She pets the cat’s back and tail. A bowl of food is set up along with another of water and so is a box of gray sand. She gives the beast a kiss. “Goodnight baby,” she whispers to her pet and places it on a soft bed. She then guides me out with her and closes the door behind us.
“I’m ready,” she announces.
I take her hand and lead her with me to our mating room. We both pause at the door to our new bedroom because this is a momentous occasion in the life of a Voltare and I must collect and calm my strong emotions.
I take a deep breath, swing open the door and hope for the best.
4
Posey
“Do you approve of this mating bed?” Waylen Tusk solemnly questions.
He’s talking to me and all I can think is:This warrior wants to knock me up?
I’m supposed to be checking out this fancy bedroom he’s set up for us, but I’m still stuck on “pregnant.”
Earlier I let Demon Spawn out of her case and checked on my darling kitty, because I know her arthritis is acting up again and she’s creaky, but my mind was distracted. Her surgical area is still tender and might be causing discomfort. I went through the motions of giving her the right meds and foods but all I could think of was that male next door.
Waylen Tusk, from the planet Voltare, wants to have a baby with me?
And he said no divorce.
Well shoot, divorce was my number one exit plan and he’s already calling me on it. Also, I’m not on birth control because it isn’t necessary to regulate my periods and I wasn’t having regular sex so, why bother with it? But because I knew I wasn’t on anything, I brought along a whole pack of condoms because I wasn’t going to let some stranger inside of me tonight without protection. I had zero plans of leaving this temporary arrangement with my easily influenced billionaire with any long-term entanglements—like a baby. Not that I never planned on a future husband and family, it’s something I’d always hoped would happen when I finally met a man who was worthy of me. But I figured that would take an extremely long time because I’m notoriously picky.
“Female?” My outrageously handsome, bare-chested, powerful alien warrior questions with an expectant expression on his harsh face. The blazing red eyes and tusks, that are again long down either side of his chin, give me chills of anticipation. It turns out I adore white tusks, fangs and black claws. Who knew? I had no idea until this evening I liked tattoos so much either. I don’t have a single tattoo on my own body because I want my skin untouched by permanent markings I will mostly likely detest twenty years from now. His dark gray hands are in tight fists, and he is tense, waiting to see what I will do. I look again at his lips, remembering our hot kiss. It’s amazing how his gray skin doesn’t make him look dead, in fact he looks deadly. And I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have the ability to run my hands all over his hot, naked body. He’s built like a damn Greek statue.
And he thinks this is a special wedding night. But I’m only in this for tonight, or maybe even the next few months. The money and a place to hide, that’s it. He’s looking for a real wife and family and instead he got me. Poor guy.
Although weirdly the image of myself swollen with Waylen’s child doesn’t sound all that bad. The space between my thighs is hotter now than after that stunning kiss he landed on me.
Do I want to become a mother right now?
Pregnant during my last semester at Oxford?
Maybe… Since when? Maybe…maybe I can give this proposition between the two of us a real chance. Yes, he’s not what I assumed I’d get, but this alpha alien makes my pulse flutter. All my girly parts are wet and swollen for him. My nipples are two constant hard points of need. And already a small part of me admires the fact that he’s bold and strong and I can’t run right over him and take over this show, because I will if given the opportunity. Give me an inch and I’ll take a mile. And I’ve enjoyed his company so far, which is highly unusual. Most men bore me to tears, but I have a feeling Waylen will be endlessly entertaining. “If we have a baby, you’ll be forced to live out your life on planet Earth,” I warn. “I might not ever want to permanently leave Earth and live on Voltare.”
“I have already assumed I am relocating to life on this planet.”
“But your wife won’t be of your species and your children will be half human, half Voltare…”
“This is also acceptable.”
“How can you even speak English?”
