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Then I remembered. He was five months pregnant. It was hard to remember that since the clothing he wore fit him well and showed little of his bump. He was slim and muscular.
I ran my hand down his chest to his stomach. The skin gleamed softly and my fingertips tingled. I could see it now. The gentle rise of his abdomen, the slight stretch of his bellybutton. But the skin was like satin, so smooth, and muscular. His stomach was firm, not soft, and within grew life, something of him, from him, real and alive.
I never thought such a sight would fascinate me. But I was completely enamored. I didn’t get enamored, so what was wrong with me? Deep within me welled a need and a hunger to clutch, hold, protect, save. How could this be happening? The sons he carried weren’t even mine.
This was a hook up. Nothing more. Wasn’t it?
But it was more than that. Something deeper that was grinding into my soul like a corkscrew, implanting itself in a way that was too tangled and invasive to ignore.
Where was this coming from? I would dismiss it all if I were a few days off from my next Burn. But I’d just had a Burn and wasn’t due for another two months.
I couldn’t help myself. I reached out and ran my hands over his belly, circling.
He fell onto his back and moaned.
I shoved my fingers underneath the waistband of his briefs and slid them over his hips and off.
So beautiful, he was, lying naked before me, his body glowing in the low lights, mouth open, eyes glimmering. His cock was pink and pretty, darker at the tip, and fully hard. It was picture perfect, like a dream. I wanted to touch. To hold. To stroke. To taste. I couldn’t breathe. All I could think, again, was,Mine.
Chapter Fourteen
Saber
Mathias put a warm hand on my rounded belly and kept it there for a long time. I almost pushed him away. I couldn’t help the self-conscious feeling that came over me, as if my pregnant stomach might change his mind about wanting me. He was an Alpha. Privileged. Spoiled. He could have anyone. At five months along, I carried toward the back and didn’t show all that much, but still I was aware my belly was not flat.
I was used to being in good shape. I loved my boys and being a dad, but I was not necessarily fond of being pregnant, or flaunting it.
“Ignore that,” I whispered.
“Shh.” It came out a brief hiss. “Let me.”
Whatever that meant.
I closed my eyes at the gentleness, the care, something so unexpected I felt heat begin to pool in the backs of my eyes. Arcing electrical currents crisscrossed in my belly and at the base of my spine. My cock throbbed, already fully erect. Something about the tips of his fingers there. Something about the curve of his large palm. Something about the way it felt as if he wanted to protect me and my kids, all of us, Tybor and Luke, and the little ones still inside me beating their hearts in tune with my own.
My cock pulsed with blood.
“Ah,” he said, and moved his hand downward.
He ran his palm over the underside, up and down. Everything in me wanted him. My balls ached. My ass slickened. I started to turn.
“No,” he said softly, bending his head to kiss the skin just below my pecs. “Lie back.”
He didn’t want to fuck me? “It won’t hurt the babes,” I said softly.
He did not reply.
He caressed me lightly. He leaned over me and stared down into my eyes, his own so black in the shadowy room, but glistening. His braid lightly slapped against my side and I wanted to undo it, wanted so badly to feel his hair woven through my fingers like rippling black water.
As he ran his hands up and down my swollen cock and kissed my chest, I grabbed his braid, pulling a little.
He raised his head, hand still on my cock, and watched me undo the band at the end and toss it. Then my hands unraveled the weave. It slid apart easily and my fingers went into his hair, combing.
The softness of it was like a child’s hair, fine and light, although much thicker.
As I played in his hair, he lowered his head and before I knew what he was going to do, he took my cock in his mouth, letting its length slide into him as he softly sucked it in.
“Ahhh!” My hips arched up.
