Page 144 of Red King

“Yes, Arctic.”

I go down on my knees and nuzzle into her belly. “We’re going to have a baby. A baby.”

“No, you shouldn’t do that. It’s too soon. My uterus isn’t the greatest. It’s not the most hospitable place for a baby. We shouldn’t celebrate yet or tell anyone. We—”

I stand and cup her face. “You’re pregnant with a shifter baby, Paisley. Withmybaby.”

“That’s what I just said.” She sounds frustrated.

“No, Paisley. Shifters are strong, even when they’re still being formed. You don’t have to worry.” I kiss her softly. “Miscarriage is rare with shifters. It happens once every ten years or so.”

“Ten years?” She looks completely shocked. “Like in total? Out of all the pregnant women?”

“Yes, we don’t get sick or—”

“Yes, but my uterus—”

“Is perfect, just like the rest of you.” I brush a kiss on her lips.

She laughs, and we kiss. I pull her close. She wraps her arms around me and moans. It happens in an instant. The air becomes charged. My blood heats.

Paisley moans again, sliding her hands up and down my chest, my arms. She cups my junk, and I hiss.

“I’ve missed you,” I tell her against her mouth.

“I can tell.” She rubs herself against me.

Fuck, but she feels good. So soft. All fucking mine.

She pulls away and then pulls her dress over her head. “We should take this to the bedroom before Dave and Becs get back.”

My eyes drop. Cotton never looked so good.

She cups her breasts, looking a little self-conscious. “They’re bigger, and I’m showing a little already. I look bloated.” She rubs her belly.

“You look incredible.” I mean it. “I need you out of these clothes.” I pick her up and walk to the bedroom, kicking the door shut.

Then I yank off her panties. They rip and fall at her feet. I cup her sex and—

“Oh, shit! You’re pregnant. Do we need to be careful? Is there anything I should know? Can we still…? On second thoughts, we probably shouldn’t—”

She puts her finger over my mouth. “Shut up, Arctic.”

I choke out a laugh.

“The baby is fine,” she says. “Hard sex is fine. Any position is absolutely fine. He or she is a shifter baby, so that means doubly fine. I can take it. I can take you. I was made for you.” She smiles sweetly at me as she unclasps her bra. Her lush-as-fuck tits spill out. Her nipples are a touch darker.

I growl, scales popping out on my chest. “I love you,” I rasp as I take off my jacket. “Get on the bed.”

“So demanding.” She does as I tell her, opening her legs for me.

“My favorite color. Fuck.” Then I’m ripping off my shirt. Buttons go flying. I break my tie. I’m desperate for my woman. My pregnant woman.

Paisley giggles. “You’re so cute.”

My dragon growls. “Terrifying, you mean.”

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