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“Yes,” she says with finality. “Absolutely, yes. I got a surprise, that’s all.”

Heart thumping in my mouth, I resume my exploration, learning the shape of Harlee with my fingers. She continues to squirm, even when I try holding her still, but her squirming is not her trying to pull away. Mayhaps me touching her like this compares to how my cock had felt pressed between our bodies, rubbing against the silken skin of Harlee’s stomach.

I replace my hand with my tongue, lapping up her wetness. She gasps, her hands grabbing at my horns, pulling me closer.

She wants me!

With a triumphant groan, I renew my exploration, tracing her folds, circling her quim, relishing her delectable taste. I could kneel at her feet and feast for a full night and a day and still crave more.

I find a small bud, and when I do, Harlee bucks against me, moaning my name.

The sound is a fist around my cock, and I jerk involuntarily.

Delighted, I repeat the movement over and over again, focusing my attention on the bud that yields such tangible results.

“Oh God, Roan.” Her hold on my horns tightens. I try tilting my head back so I can see her face, wanting to bask in her pleasure, but doing so reduces the pressure of my tongue. Unsatisfied, I return my attention to her core, doubling my focus.

Her body quivers. She gasps, hardly able to draw breath. This moment, here with Harlee, is more amazing than anything I have imagined.

Chapter Twenty

Harlee

We emerge from the forest, both pretending we haven’t just felt each other up. My hair’s probably a bird’s nest of knots, and Roan’s keeping his lower hands clasped suspiciously in front of his groin, but all things considered I’m pretty proud of our efforts.

Lydia is sitting at Killan’s kitchen table, with Chloe leaning over her shoulder. Killan is nowhere to be seen. The women have got a tablet propped up in front of them and are talking to someone. At this angle I can’t see the screen, but it’s Briar’s voice I hear.

With a jerk of his head, Roan motions for me to follow him, and I make a half-hearted attempt to catch Lydia’s attention to let her know we’re back from the forest. She’s so focused on their conversation I don’t think she hears, and I don’t push the matter, not really wanting anyone to see how wrinkled my clothes are. Plus, I’ve got my tank top balled up in my hand because it was too dirty for me to put back on, and I can only hope I don’t smell too strongly of sex.

“Yeah,” Lydia asks suddenly, looking at Chloe. “I want to know. Why us?”

Whatever Briar said, it’s got Lydia on edge, and she’s glaring at Chloe.

Chloe sighs, making it clear she’s sick of their conversation. “Be-cau-se,” she says, extending the individual syllables of her answer into a trashy drawl. “Do you remember those medical tests you took before being accepted?”

I stall halfway between following Roan and half listening to their private conversation. Those medical tests hadn’t been fun—blood tests, urine tests, sexual health tests. I shudder at the memory.

“We were checking for compatibility between Humans and a few other species,” Chloe continues. She’s looking between Lydia and the tablet screen; clearly they’ve still got no idea I’m here. “It so happens that Ril’os sperm acts in much the same way as Human sperm.”

“Gross!” Lydia claps a hand over her mouth.

I hear Briar ask another question, but I can’t quite make out all the words. Whatever she says, it makes Chloe grin.

“Surprise pregnancies make for thrilling TV, even in outer space,” Chloe concludes.

I stumble back a step, my heart practically leaping to my mouth.

Roan returns to my side. He’s got his head cocked to one side, clearly confused about why I’m taking so long to follow him. He isn’t acting like someone who overhead a revelation designed to make us angry.

Lydia’s face is turning red. Chloe’s still grinning, looking entirely too pleased with herself.

I duck under two of Roan’s arms, stepping into the tunnel that leads from the main house to his cottage, and he lets the door swing closed behind us. Its hinges are silent, thankfully.I’m not sure if I want anyone to know that I overhead. I need time to process.

Surprise pregnancy.

If Roan and I had gone a step further… We weren’t exactly being careful. Getting pregnant had been the last thought in my head. In fact, it never occurred to me that we might be compatible in that way.

I’m shaking, and I tuck my hands behind my back before Roan can notice.

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