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“I know we have to wait until the clan is complete.” He kisses a trail from my neck to my shoulder. “To be sure you have all the alphas you need, but damn… I can’t wait to get you pregnant.”
I turn my head to stare at him. He’s never said anything like this before. None of them have.
Then again, it’s still so recent, this thing among us, and it’s not long ago they were still struggling with the idea, fighting it, unsure about abandoning their lives up until now and joining me in this mad dash across the land.
I press a hand to my belly, where the now constant ache is waking up with me, tightening my core, and say nothing.
Last night was good, fascinating, eye-opening—but I need them inside of me. Coming on their tongues was amazing, but my body is only interested in one thing right now—and that’s getting fucked by their cocks, and his words are fanning the fire.
I want it, I realize, more and more. I want to have their babies. I want to have a house with my nest and grow our family there. It’s a primal, raw instinct awakening in me the more time I spend with them, the longer the fire burns in me. I’ve heard of women’s baby fever, but it looks like an omegas’ baby fever is worse, an actual fever running through my veins.
I’d forget all about the army after us, Artume and the Temple, the world and its injustices, the Fae and their lost race if I could have Finnen back with us and a place to hide and pleasure each other until we have babies.
Though my mind shies away from the act of baby-bearing. I don’t want to think what happens before or after the babies, and that’s cowardly, but there you have it. I wish I could snap my fingers and have our babies here with us, cute and chubby and looking like innocent, trauma-free versions of their daddies.
I wish I knew what will happen once they grow up and make their way into the world, or how the world will treat them once it becomes clear that they are Fae-blood, like us. If they will be pursued and imprisoned, tortured and killed.
I gasp, my chest suddenly too tight.
“Where did you go?” Taj traces my face with a finger. “What’s on your mind?”
“Nothing. Nothing, I… Kiaran,” I breathe, realizing he isn’t there. “Where is Kiaran?”
“Dammit. He keeps running off,” Taj mutters. “I hope he’s not beating up the soldiers from last night.”
I snicker even as, to my regret, Taj rolls away from me and sits up, running a hand through his tousled, dark hair, calluses catching on the shiny strands.
“Kiaran!” he calls out, getting to his feet, and I take a moment to ogle his tight backside and broad back. These men are sculpted like works of art. I want to pull him back down, pull out his cock and taste it like I did with Kiaran’s last night, stretch my mouth around his girth, explore his hard length, the soft head, lap at the small slit, his taste an echo of his scent, firing me up.
Wrench those tortured sounds out of him as he gets more and more aroused, his cock swelling longer and thicker with every suck of my lips, feel him shake, feel him lose control.
Whew. Shit.
Now I’m wet and he’s walking away, looking for Kiaran instead of rolling over me and taking me like I need him to right now.
With a sigh, I sit up and arrange my skirts. My undergarments catch my eye, thrown on the hay a few feet away, stained with my slick.
My nose wrinkles. We need to do laundry. Or buy some fresh undergarments, at least. I hope Taj still has a coin or two left in his pouch.
“I want to mark you and be marked by you.”
“I can’t wait to get you pregnant.”
My heart lurches in my chest and a smile tugs at my lips. Despite my worries, happiness is spreading through me. Maybe today we’ll find Finnen and then we can stop running. Yeah, a hiding place sounds better and better. A cave, like the one Kiaran lived in, all fixed up and cozy, or a small house in a hamlet where nobody will know us, where probably nobody even knows the Emperor’s name and decrees.
I find my bottines flung some distance away, one of the horses sniffing at them. I dress as best I can, pull hay out of my hair, and go out of the stables to investigate and hopefully locate my men and breakfast.
Who knew sex made you so hungry?
Or maybe it was all the traveling, or this pre-heat tormenting me, but my stomach rumbles loudly and painfully as I exit into the yard of the inn.
Dawn has barely broken, and it’s drizzling, the clouds dark overhead. Two riders who have just entered from the street are talking with the innkeeper, still astride their horses.
No sign of my men.
Or breakfast.
I open my mouth to ask the innkeeper about either, but he’s glaring at me, so I nod at hurry away, in the direction of the dining hall. If there’s one thing I’ve always known about men it’s that they can always eat, in fact, they need to eat all the time or they probably die—and alphas are like men on a bigger, more exaggerated scale.
