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I gasp as my orgasm slams into me out of nowhere, my pussy squeezing my mate’s cock so tight he can barely move.
He grins against my lips as he thickens inside me. “You want that, don’t you, Zephyr? You want my cum to fill you up untilwe make a baby, yeah?” Wraith growls as his own orgasm takes root, rope after rope of his release something I can feel filling me like he said. “Jesus, fuck, I’m going to get you pregnant. I’m going to fuck you every day, all day if I have to, until your cycle ends with my young growing inside you.”
Wraith holds me through the last of our shared climax, through the aftershocks that rack our bodies, and he doesn’t let go when we’re both exhausted and on the verge of sleep.
No, my mate keeps me wrapped in his arms and falls asleep with his cock buried inside me, purring against my throat while I play with his hair.
It’s perfect and wonderful, but I can’t help but think that maybe his words were driven by pheromones and instincts, and if I do end up pregnant from this, there’s a chance my wicked king might regret what we just did.
Even if I know in my heart the way this plays out.
23
Will You Find Me in the Stars?
WRAITH
“What the hell happened to you two?”
One eye opens slowly as the other squints toward the door of our bedroom and the voice coming from it. “Pardon?”
Archer looks around hesitantly, his neon green eyes a touch wide when they return to our bed. “It looks like you committed a brutal murder in here but forgot to clean up after you dumped the body.”
Both of my eyes open at that and I push up on my elbows to figure out what this twit is referring to.
Only to agree with him immediately.
There wasn’t much in our bedroom to begin with, but Zephyr and I managed to trash it anyway; the furniture is upended, broken, or misplaced, the bed is in the middle of the room, and there is blood on almost every hard surface, cloth fabric, and the majority ofus.
Reaching toward my mate, I pull the stained sheets over her equally stained body then force myself to sit. “Did you needsomething, or were you simply curious about the way we look nude?”
The eejit’s face scrunches in disgust. “Hardly. That’s like asking to see my sire’s knob just for the hell of it. I’ll pass, thanks.”
“Then why are you here?”
It isn’t like Archer to come up to our room.
Hecanjust like everyone else currently living in this house. Zephyr made it clear that we’re available to them, but they can’t come in unless invited. Privacy and all that bullocks. But my mate wants us to be areal familysince the closest of our circle are here within these walls, and we seem to be rebuilding our very own nest. My protests went unheard, of course, my gentle breeze won that argument. As usual.
But I relayed then emphasized the rules to all sevenpeoplesharing my walls and just because I’ve grown fond of the twit doesn’t mean Archer can come lumbering into our mated chamber whenever he damn well pleases.
And I gear up to tell him that, scowl firmly in place but it falls at his next words.
“We can’t find Orion or Aries.”
“Zephyr,” I say as I gently nudge her. “My love, you need to get up.” Then I’m out of bed and searching for my pants. “When was the last time they were seen?”
“Who?” My mate yawns and sits up, giving me a sleepy smile before turning it toward the lad. “Good morning, sunshine.”
I roll my eyes at their sickly sweet exchange, cursing the day I saved his mother and shared my blood with him. I know that’s why my gentle breeze feels so connected to him but good gods, I can’t stand watching them interact.
Not because I’m jealous, quite the opposite actually. It’s fuel for the new and incessant urge to impregnate my fated one, even if the oaf is technically a century older than her, give or take.
“When was the last time they saw who?” Zephyr throws her legs over the side of the bed. “And why are we?—“
“Orion and Aries, my queen,” Archer blurts, thankfully.I didn’t want to be the one to break it to her.“We haven’t seen either of them since they left for Plasma.”
“That was last night,” my mate says, the slightest bit of panic creeping into her tone. “They weren’t going to stay at their place, O said they’d be back for the furniture delivery.” She starts rushing around the room, tripping over the sheets and various other things as she digs for something to wear. “They were supposed to help me with the family room. I don’t know how to decorate an entire house, I have?—“
