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“You started something, baby. Something I want to drag out all day.”
I whined because I wanted that too. But we had an appointment, and this was supposed to be a quick orgasm, and then we were going to be on our way. Dante chuckled, and then those fingers were back where I needed them most. That familiar tingle in my balls hit almost immediately, and my hips tried to roll instinctively. I was so close.
“You’re right, baby. We are supposed to be on our way. So you should be a good mate and come for me.”
I shouted Dante’s name when my body was suddenly overcome with pleasure. I gasped as I came in Dante’s mouth, and when he moaned, another wave of pleasure shot through me from the vibrations around my cock.
Dante’s fingers were the first to move, and he gently pulled them from me before it became too much. Then he pulled up and off my cock, and I let out a relaxed sigh into our bedroom.
I heard chuckling before a moan from my mate. It took too much effort to open my eyes and focus on him because my entire body was still spasming. But when I looked up at Dante, he had his fingers in his mouth, and that just made me want him more. When he noticed I was staring at him, he pulled his fingers out, then winked at me.
I managed to push up onto my elbows, but my body was so relaxed that I let myself fall back onto the bed. “You are so damn good at that,” I managed to say.
“I’m glad you approve.” Dante was suddenly leaning over me. “Are you ready to go see our baby now?”
I whined a bit. “Not really. I want you to bury that bulge that’s in your pants inside me.”
Dante shook his head. “Later. We have an appointment with the doctor, and we have to keep it. But as soon as we get home, I promise to give you another orgasm, and then I’ll knot you.”
I groaned as Dante helped me sit up. I absolutely wanted all of that now, and not later, but I knew he was right. We needed to get to the clinic, but it seemed so unfair that I’d found my pleasure, and he was left wanting.
“Do you want me to take care of you?” I asked as Dante tugged on my hands to help me to my feet.
“No. I appreciate the offer, but I only wished to give you pleasure to help you relax. You are worried about the ultrasound, even if you won’t admit it.”
I sighed. He always knew what I was feeling. “I am. What if I’m due next week?”
“Then our baby is going to be about two pounds. There is no way you are having a six-week gestation. We can discuss this until nightfall, and we still won’t have anything resolved. We will go to the scan, have the doctor do his measurements, and then we will have a more reliable guess as to when you will give birth,” Dante said as he used magic to help me into my briefs and sweatpants. I looked down and saw socks and shoes as well.
“You’re right, of course. I am worried.” I looked up at Dante. “I need to go to the bathroom and clean up a bit. I’ll be just a minute.” I kissed him quickly, then hurried to the bathroom and did exactly what I’d said I needed to do. Once things were freshened up down there, I left the bathroom and found Dante leaning against the bedroom doorway with his legs and arms crossed. Damn, that was seriously hot.
“How do you do that without falling over? And that will get you laid anytime you want,” I said as I walked up to my mate and slid my arms around his waist. He wrapped his around my shoulders.
“I was using the doorframe for balance. And I am thankful that you desire me.”
I pulled Dante down for another kiss, and when I discovered a minty-fresh mouth, I smiled, which broke the kiss. I didn’t say anything, just pulled away enough to look at my mate. “I’m ready. I assume you’re doing your thing to get us there?”
Dante nodded once. His arms were already wrapped around me, and I felt the sudden roll of my stomach. I found myself pulled closer to my mate’s body and us standing in the cold, just outside of the clinic. One of Dante’s arms left my side, and then we were walking through the door and out of the wind and cold.
“Hello,” Dr. King said. “I’m glad you two could make it. Although I would expect that Dante’s magic can get you here despite the weather.”
I smiled over at Dr. King. “Hi, Dr. King.” I glanced up at my mate. “Yeah, I think his magic works despite the weather?” Dante nodded. “Although it’s just windy and cold.”
“Snow is coming again, they say,” Dr. King said. “But I just received what I hope you will see as good news.”
Dante and I walked farther into the clinic, my complete attention being held by Dr. King.
“Good news is always welcome,” Dante said.
“Master Edison has heard from the goddess,” Dr. King said. He tilted his head side to side. “Actually, he heard from Thomas, who had a meeting with her. He gave her our list of questions, and I have some responses.” Dr. King looked down at me. “Specifically, with regards to your particular gestational length.”
I suddenly felt excitement and dread all at once. “You seem happy, so it’s not bad, then?”
Dr. King smiled. “No, not at all. She has said that since the six-week gestation was too short, she changed things, and hellhound mates will carry for half of their regular gestational length, with the exception of fox shifters. They will still carry for their full ten weeks.”
I quickly tried to do the math, but that had been another thing that had seemed to hit in the last week: pregnancy brain.
“So…bears are normally five months,” I said.
