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Rowan did care. He careddeeply.

I dropped a kiss on Rowan’s upturned mouth and then grabbed Audie and munched on his neck. His shrieks of laughter warmed every part of me. He was such a good-natured baby who never met a stranger. He tossed out smiles and blew kisses to strangers like they were confetti.

“Hey, a package came for you today,” Rowan said when I put Audie down to continue this game. “I put it in the office.” Before I left, I stole one more kiss from my sexy omega.

To make room for both of us in here, we’d relocated the single bed to storage for now. Sleepovers usually happened at grandma’s house anyway, so no one missed it. The extra room allowed us to put in a desk for me to work on. Since Rowan had returned to work full-time, he worked on his accounting clients during the day while I took care of Audie and the various errands. In the afternoons and evenings, Rowan took over the baby and house while I banged out words for my romance novels. Our fairly traditional families were at a loss to understand how it worked for us, but it did perfectly.

When Rowan suggested I quit my driving gig so I could spend time at home with the baby and have time to write, I was scared shitless to have the exact thing I’d secretly dreamed about. Rowan had a special way of convincing me though. Our bite-bond made it nearly impossible to tell that man no. Although, I didn’t push too hard either. He’d become my biggest fan.

I found the box he’d left on the desk and unpacked its contents. It wasn’t my first novel, but it was the one that meant the most to me. I grabbed the top copy, signed it with a Sharpe, and brought it out to show Rowan.

“It was my new release.”

“Ooh, nice. Finally going to let me read it?”

“Yes, but I needed this one to be a surprise.” I handed Rowan the novel and held my breath when he opened it.

“Oh…oh…Silas.” Rowan reverently traced his index finger over the words written on the page as he read them aloud. “For R and Baby A—every chapter led to you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

When Kerry Kilpatrick isn't reading stories about swoon-worthy men, she's writing her own. Long stretches of writing procrastination are interrupted by her husband and cats. When time permits, she enjoys strolling (never hiking), burning dinner, and interacting with readers and writers of gay romance online.

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BLURB

In a world where male breedables are hunted for the auction block quicker than they are born, Luken and Iri’s time together is on a deadline.

If they can’t breed, they can’t be together. They’re willing to try anything to stay in each other’s arms.

Even if that means leaving the safety of the city.

Time is running out.

CW/TW: There is a theme of difficulty conceiving. This is not a heavy theme though it is the drive for the story (which ends in a HEA, of course). These are NOT humans, if that makes a difference. They're... humanish? If this is something that will trigger you, please skip this story.

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LUKEN

Iri’s pleasure-filled cries fill my head as I rut into him, knot firmly locked in place. His face is buried in the bed, back arched, ass sticking up with his knees spread far apart as I rapidly, and somewhat harshly, fuck into him.

Not that I’m moving. My knot is locked firmly in place, which means the pleasure we’re feeling isn’t from deep, sweeping thrusts but electrified nerve endings. The friction between our stuttered movements sends a fire through my body.

It’s not just my locked knot that does it for me. Iri’s sweet caramel scent fills my head, my lungs, coats my throat and tongue. His cries ignite my heart. His hands gripping my hair send a sting of pain through my skull.

His whining mixes with his cries of pleasure. The scent of his semi-continuous orgasm saturates the air. His hole is squeezing my knot like a vise grip, getting tighter and tighter.

My teeth skim his neck, needing to bite. Needing to mark and claim and bond him. But I can’t. Holding myself back has been absolutely trying my control these last nine months. The only thing that keeps me in check is knowing that if I bite him, I lose him.

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