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“Oh, Jax, I know you won’t hurt me,” she sighed as he rose to his feet cradling her against his chest.

“But can you take me in your condition?”

She looked up, puzzled as he carried her to the bedroom. “My condition?”

“You don’t know?” He settled her down on the bed. “How can you not know?”

She frowned, realization dawning. “I’m pregnant, Jax, not fragile.”

He nuzzled her again. “I rejoice in knowing my seed has taken root within your womb.”

He nipped her shoulder. Louella gasped.

“We have been blessed, pretty spark,” he said as he drew her gown up and over her head, baring her richly hued curves to his appreciative gaze. He tossed her gown aside and spread her legs. “I do not want to hurt you.”

She undulated beneath him as he pressed his mouth to her core and began to lick. She squealed then moaned.

“Does this hurt?”

“No!”

“Will this harm you or our youngling?” he asked as he inserted a finger into her.

“No,” she moaned.

“I will rely on you to be honest with me, to let me know what you and our youngling can and cannot bear.” He took another long lick that made her squirm and her pussy gush.

“Yes!” she shrieked, grateful that she’d not experienced the terrible morning sickness witnessed in other women during her career as a nurse on Earth. If anything, she was hungrier—and hornier—than ever.

Yas’kihn surged up his mate’s body, pausing to lavish attention upon her plump breasts tipped with distended nipples as dark as the coffee she liked to drink in the morning, and plunged his primary cock into her body. She screamed in pleasure as he began to thrust rather than burying himself inside her and doing what came naturally. His mate squealed encouragement, letting him know that she greatly enjoyed the thrusting motion he had learned human males used. Within a short moment, he realized that he enjoyed it, too.

Compromise is good.

The monitor on the bedroom wall chimed. The voice Louella associated with Jarvis announced that the emperor was expected in the imperial audience room.

“Don’t you dare leave me now,” she growled and bit his pectoral.

He grunted at the light sting and said, “I am the emperor. The audience will wait upon me today.”

But not always.

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