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  His relentless mouth finally releases my sensitive nipple with a soft pop before he slides down my body a little more. I’m trying to pull him up. I want him—need him inside me but he’s moving further away. His hard cock is leaking on my thigh. All I can envision is him working his dripping cock inside me to satisfy the craving deep inside me.

  Callim’s attention lowers to my belly before sliding to my exposed pussy. He hovers there as he strokes my thighs and takes a deep breath to inhale my scent. When he lowers his head quickly and buries his face between my legs, I gasp and moan. The intense sensation as he swipes through my folds and breaches my entrance with his tongue—priceless.

  Pushing his tongue deep inside me, I almost scream from the satisfying pleasure. His primal response as he moves his tongue inside me, almost makes me come right then and there. I feel his tongue pressing against that perfect spot just inside and on top before he slowly withdraws.

  I can’t watch! It’s too much, so I throw my head back and surrender to him. His hands hold my legs open wider for him as he presses my pussy tight against his face. Locking his lips around my clit, he moans causing vibrations that freeze me in place. It’s so good, I forget to breathe as his tongue teases me.

  “Oh, Callim. Yes… perfect,” I manage to praise him as I throw my arms above my head, grasping for some purchase. Pure sensory overload shoots through me as he flicks my clit still trapped inside his lips.

  Trying to give him better access, I arch and press against him. My hips are jerking involuntarily as I get so, so close. “Faster, honey,” I encourage him.

  Grasping his head, I end up with handfuls of hair that travel up my arms and wrap around my chest and nipples. It tightens and begins squeezing me rhythmically. Increasing his pace, his suction and hair seem to work in time with my pulse as I feel myself poised to explode. I don’t even try to hold back.

  I cry out as I come so hard all over his face. Jerking against his relentless assault, my body keeps coming while he flicks my swollen nub. I’m whimpering by the time he releases his suction, dropping his tongue back inside me to moan as he wiggles it deep. As if I’m his favorite flavor in the world, and he has to get every last drop.

  I go limp on the bedding below him as he finally swipes his tongue up my length, hitting my sensitive clit with one last swipe. Releasing my legs slowly, he moves up my body to perch himself over me, a satisfied grin on his face.

  “Was that better than your hand?” It takes me a minute to realize what he’s asking. He knows what I was doing when he arrived. It’s a little embarrassing, but he did just eat me out like a champ.

  “Way, way better. No comparison.” I’m still breathless from his earth-shattering performance with his tongue. I want to give him the same—in fact, I want to give him everything. He deserves it.

  There is one thing that no one else is every going to be able to give him but me. And he distracted me before I could share the big news. “You’re going to be a father.”

  He freezes above me as my words sink in. Even his hair freezes. A strange look comes over his face, and it doesn’t look like happiness. He’d better not change his mind now!

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  - Callim

  I’m going to be a father?

  Shelly has frozen below me. Her wide eyes search mine as I start to process and accept what she’s said.

  We’ve already created life! That was so fast. Is that normal?

  “H… how…” Shelly gives me a strange look as I stutter above her. “No, I mean how did we do that so quick?”

  When she shrugs, I drop onto the bed next to her in shock. “Just timing maybe? I was ready?” She turns to face me, curling into my body as my hair continues to be drawn to her like a magnet. “Lucky?”

  “Thank you.” I’m whispering as emotions overwhelm me. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her tight to my chest as I let happiness overtake me. My heart soars with the emotions that crash over me like waves.

  Shelly is kissing down my neck. She reaches my chest before my distracted thoughts are brought back to her. Pushing my upper shoulder, she tilts me onto my back. Her silky skin slides along mine as I let her settle over me at an angle.

  Her crystal blue eyes flash up at me right as her lips descend on one nipple. Drawing on it firmly, she uses her fingernails on the other. Stroking and sucking, she flicks both into hardened points. My low groan makes her smile as she pulls away. My hips arch as my body tenses lifting both of us off the bed.

  “Mm. You taste so good.” Throwing her leg over mine, she straddles my thigh and rubs her cleft along me, leaking her arousal on my leg. “I’m going to thank you for being so patient with me now. Have you learned the saying ‘Good things come to those who wait?’”

  I’ve heard similar platitudes through the years but not worded exactly like that. What is she planning to do? When I shake my head no, she smirks and drops her head to bite my nipple.

  The jolt of arousal shoots straight through my body and into my cock as she settles both hands on my shoulders. “Sit tight and enjoy. It’s my turn to make you feel good.” A playful smile accompanies her words.

  Dropping her head, her tongue traces my mating marks. Slowly, she follows one of the swirling lines down and then up as it curls over my skin. My pulse and breathing pick up in time with the colors shifting and following her. Where ever her tongue goes, deep red follows.

  Her smooth, wet torture tickles me as she slides slowly down. The line she’s tracing ties in with others that cover my stomach muscles. She makes a detour to dip her tongue into my sensitive belly button. I can’t help the involuntary muscle twitches as I watch her travel lower and lower.

  A few times, she stops to nip me with her small, fine teeth. The answering bolt of lust through my body has me wondering how much more I must endure. I want her to climb on top of me like she did the first time.

  “You look like a sexy statue, honey.” Her breath skitters across my cock that’s bobbing in her face. She’s right. I’ve frozen in anticipation of seeing what she plans.

  “This is torture.” My growly voice gives away how much my muscles are straining to stay in place.

  “I know.” Her tongue sneaks out, and she runs it lightly across the tip of my cock. Swirling around the end, she picks up the oozing pre-cum that’s leaking there. “Mmmm.” Her eyes drop closed before snapping open to stare at me in surprise. “You taste so yummy.”

  She seems shocked. “You are delicious too,” I assure her. Isn’t this normal, or is it only a mate thing?

  One of her small hands grabs the base of my straining member to tilt it towards her lips. Running her tongue over the tip again, her lips latch around me like when she played with my nipple. Drawing more from my body, I want to spill on her tongue so badly! But I also want to see where she’s going with this.

  This time her tongue continues to follow my length, sliding down toward my balls. Dipping her head, she circles one before gently wrapping her lips around it and pulling it into her mouth. It’s almost too much!

  I can’t control the sounds she draws from me as she circles and sucks it with her lips latched around me. When she moans, it sends shock waves through my body. I’m stiff under her as she releases me to move to the other side. Her hands are on my length, running up and down, and it’s almost more than I can bear.

  Just as I’m about to warn her I can’t take much more, she releases my balls and travels back up the underside in a long, slow lick. I’m panting as her mouth slides over my tip and she surrounds me in the wet, warm heat of her mouth.

  “Shelly.” I’m moaning her name as she begins an up and down movement that’s sure to finish me quickly. My cock swells in her hand as I lose control. “Shelly… wait… I…” It’s too late, but she doesn’t seem upset. Instead of pulling away, she sinks her mouth further down my length impossibly far. I can feel the back of her throat wrap around my tip and as I explode, she swallows. The muscles in her throat tighten and pull me.
r />   It’s the most incredible thing to experience and see. Her eyes are closed as she swallows me down. Still gripping my base tightly, her head bobs slightly as my release pours down her throat. Every hair on my body shakes from the intensity of my release as I continue to stare in amazement at her.

  I wasn’t expecting that. It was incredible to come that way. I’m having trouble breathing as she continues to send sparks through my nerve endings. With each slide of her tongue on the underside of my cock, her throat swallows, milking me dry.

  Her eyes snap open and a smile tightens her around me as she slowly slides up, stopping to circle the head once more. Licking her lips above me, she laughs softly. “That was so good.”

  “It was better than good. Incredible.” My voice is hoarse from emotion. I slide my hand into her hair and wrap it around the base of her neck to pull her to me. Tugging her up, I meet her halfway for a possessive kiss.

  Thrusting my tongue into her mouth, I taste myself like I know she must detect herself on me. Our flavors together seem to join into the most delicious complimentary spice to my senses.

  When I pull away, I can’t help but ask, “Are you worried about the baby?”

  She looks puzzled as she wraps her legs around my waist to settle into my lap. “What do you mean?”

  “Is it safe to have intercourse with penetration? Could I hurt the baby?”

  She laughs and rubs her dripping pussy along my still hard cock trapped between us. “No, it’s fine. I wasn’t trying to substitute my mouth for sex. I wanted to lick you and watch you come. You know? Like you did to me.”

  “Well, thank you. It was so quick though. My cock was too eager.” The pleasure with Shelly makes me insatiable. I already want her again, but she looks tired, and she was in bed when I arrived.

  “That’s okay.” Shelly unwraps her legs from behind me to lift up on her knees. Grasping my cock between us, I watch her notch me at her opening. I feel her tight channel clasp me as she drops back down, moaning as I fill her.

  My cock is squeezed pleasurably as she beams at me with a small smile. “Better?” Her voice is breathless, and I know it’s affecting her as it does me. I love the connected sensations of being so intimate with her. Already I feel better.

  Grabbing her butt, I pull her more firmly against me. My eyes are pulled down to our connection where she’s stretched tightly around me. “You’re beautiful when I’m buried inside you like this.”

  “Only then?” Jerking my head up, I see she’s teasing me.

  “Especially then.” Flexing my hips, I push as deep inside her as I can, still watching her face. Her eyes close as her mouth opens, and she pants lightly. “Look at me, Shelly.”

  Her eyes slide open as I begin to rock in and out of her, never breaking eye contact. “This is where I need to be. With you. Inside you.” Her whimpering and moans are music to my ears as my balls tighten again.

  Reaching between us, I lightly rub her pleasure button while I rock so deep inside her, I feel as if I’ve hit the top of her. “Never send me away again… promise.” She stares at me blankly. I notice myself harden even more in anticipation of flooding her tight cunt with my release. “Promise me,” I manage to grit out.

  “I promise! Fuck!” Shelly screams as she begins to come, her tight body a vacuum, pulling my seed up my length as she rhythmically squeezes me. That’s all it takes, and I tip over the edge to ecstasy again with my mate in my arms forever.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  - Shelly

  Atticus stares at his handheld device while Callim grips my hand. I’ve come for my exam like I promised Atticus I would yesterday. Even though we spent hours making love and exploring each other’s bodies last night, I still had the best sleep during the short period we rested.

  “So?” I hate his bedside manner. It borderlines on rude.

  “Your readings already appear normal. It’s astonishing.” Glancing up, he takes in our hands and happy expressions. “Everything is settled between you both?”

  I give him a dirty look because really, is it anyone’s business? But Callim answers him with a huge smile.

  “I went to see her yesterday evening as Hannah and Matthias advised. Following Hannah’s instructions and Matthias’s details and statistics, I shared with Shelly how in earth hours, I’m actually older than she is.”

  “You didn’t tell me that Hannah was in on you coming by.” I stare up at him accusingly.

  “Everyone was in on it.” Hannah’s voice takes me by surprise. I didn’t hear her come in and Callim’s large frame blocks my view of the door. “You guys both looked like shit, and it was only a matter of time before one of you caved. Matthias is really the hero though. It never crossed my mind to consider the time differences between our planets the way he did.”

  “Me either,” I admit. “How do you think it will affect our pregnancies? I mean, will we carry the baby for nine months? Should we be counting thirty-day cycles or will the different physiology change our gestation period?” My thoughts are in turmoil considering all the different possibilities.

  “Humans have a forty-week gestation—give or take a few weeks. Rather than try to track months, I’ve been tracking weeks. Seven-day cycles of sleep rotations. I thought it would be easier for me.” Hannah shrugs. “I’m almost five weeks along.”

  Atticus stand in front of me with a swab and signals for me to open my mouth. “Quasarian females carry longer.” He drops the swab into a container before walking away to process the results. It’s Hannah who explains.

  “That makes sense. They’re larger. Their daily rotations around their sun are longer and their years are longer. Some of the largest mammals on earth like elephants carry for almost two years. Even whales and dolphins carry their young for seventeen to nineteen months. It will really be a surprise though. At least you have me to give you a heads up because I’ll go first!” She laughs.

  I laugh with her but it’s more from nervousness than actual humor. How can she be so casual about this?

  “I should write up background information on you for my records. Atticus is processing your physical work up.” Hannah pulls out her tablet and taps away. “Let’s see. We have all the basics. Your age, weight, and blood type. Have you ever been pregnant or had an abortion?”

  “Yes, I've been pregnant before. At twelve I miscarried.” Callim’s hand tightens on mine and I look up at him. “I wasn’t hiding this… it hadn’t come up, okay? But when I was eleven, I ended up in a foster home and my foster parents had an older son. He was just under eighteen. But he started a sexual relationship with me and when I miscarried a year later, I wound up in the hospital. Needless to say, the foster care system pulled me from their home. It was a good thing too because his parents were livid with me. Called me a whore. Said I seduced him. It wasn’t until two years ago that I found out that the age of consent is thirteen. Since we were over five years apart in age, I could have charged him with rape for both counts. That’s why the age differences between us was such a personal issue. There’s a reason those laws are in place. It took me years to forgive myself. But I was underage and couldn’t legally consent. I was molested. I was seduced. And if the system was set up to follow through and protect everyone, he should have been charged. Do you understand?”

  I hold my breath. This is so important to me, and I refuse to act as if I did anything wrong. I didn’t.

  I was a child that didn’t know the signs of a freak. Because there were signs. Telling me what to wear. Controlling who I was friends with. He cloaked his control and molestation under the guise of love.

  “Of course, I understand. I’m sorry that happened to you.” Callim’s easy acceptance and unconditional support is the complete opposite of the horror I went through that year. How could I have ever thought that was love?

  “I’m sorry, too.” I almost forgot Hannah was there she’s been so quiet. “What month was the miscarriage?”

  “Just past three months in the second trimes
ter.” Nodding, she continues taking notes.

  “I’m going to move you into a private room so I can do a pap smear and you’ll be good to go, okay?”

  “Sure.” Callim helps me down, and we follow her down a short hall and into the first tiny room on the right.

  “Everything off and under the sheet. See you in five.” Hannah whisks out and I’m left with Callim alone.

  He watches me undress silently and I crawl up onto the table where he covers me with the sheet. I’m nervous. Internal exams aren’t my favorite after my past experiences. He must feel my tension because he strokes my cheek softly.

  As I look into his calm, happy expression, I realize that I love him. I would do anything for this man that takes everything in stride and can accept me and his own life changing so easily.

  Grabbing his hand from my face, I press my lips to his palm before declaring, “I love you, Callim.” When I state it, I realize just how true it is. I’d do anything for him. I’m totally committed. He deserves it and I want him to have everything he deserves.

  His face beams his happiness as he bends over me. Hair immediately flares out to surround us in our own little world. Pressing his lips lightly to mine, he pulls back before whispering, “I love you too, my beautiful mate.”

  Hannah interrupts our make out session, but she’s quick and has us in and out of the room within five minutes. I can tell I’m going to like her being the doctor. It’s stressful enough having a half-alien pregnancy. It would be horrible to hate my gynecologist too!

  But as we walk into our room, I realize it doesn’t matter. I have Callim. The universe has given me a gift of the perfect man for me. What I originally viewed as a curse has become the greatest gift I’ve ever received. Someone who loves me just the way I am.

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