“Yes, I need more of that. A bloody piece.”
She cries out when her pleasure overtakes her, clenching around my cock.
“I’m going to check on him. You deal with…that.”
I’m unable to hold back any longer, filling her with my potent seed. I just know I’ve made her pregnant. I just know it.
“Seriously? I’ve been out there for damn near twenty-four hours chasing a goddamn wolf for your ass—one that managed to slip inside the prison and wreak havoc—and you’re in here rubbing one out?”
A hand smacks at mine, forcing me to blink my eyes open, chasing away my vivid dreams. The reality of seeing Zoe in the flesh, though, makes it all worth it. Her dark hair is messy and wild, but hope and triumph gleam in her eyes.
“I was at the good part,” I grumble. “I was about to immobilize you with my toxica. No talking or moving while I kiss you all over.”
Zoe rolls her eyes. “Sounds horrifying if we’re being honest.”
“You sure didn’t complain when you came hard around my big cock.”
“Avrell,” she hisses, her cheeks turning a pretty pink. “That was a sex dream. It’s not happening.”
I reach a shaky hand to touch her face. “Oh, but it will, mate. As soon as I’m well enough, I’ll take good care of you.”
“You’re burning up hot,” she groans. “At this rate, you’ll never get the chance. Here.” She holds up a dripping green hunk of raw meat. “Eat this and then maybe you’ll get your shot to do something with that thing.”
The thing in question is my cock that’s tenting the sheets. At some point during my feverish dreams, I stripped out of my clothes. It makes me wonder if Zoe covered me. Did she see my cock? Did she like it?
I open my mouth to ask her those questions, but the woman shoves a rancid piece of meat into it. A hiss escapes me, disgusted over the pungent flavor. My cruel mate covers my lips with her palm.
“Chew it up, Doc, or I’ll be forced to hold your nose and make you swallow it whole.” Her gray eyes flash brilliantly. “I know I didn’t just stalk that thing all over this damn prison to have my efforts wasted by your picky taste buds.”
I snarl at her but begrudgingly chew on the meat. Once I swallow it down, she shoves another piece into my mouth. She manages to get a few more pieces into me before my stomach begins to roil violently. A howl of pain sears through me and I clutch my stomach.
All I see are her terrified eyes before I snap mine closed, blacking out from the pain.
“…and I sat on the roof, staring up at the stars wondering if there was anything out there waiting for me.”
I inhale her sweet scent even though I can’t open my eyes.
“Had I known it was you, I would’ve flipped the sky off right then,” she teases, her voice a little teary. “But I suppose I do like the banter between us. Keeps it interesting.”
Fingers stroke through my hair, caressing my scalp. A rumble escapes me as I bask in the lovely sensation.
“Wake up for me, Av,” Zoe pleads. “You need to eat more meat before it goes bad. You’ve been out for hours.”
I don’t want to eat any more of that meat. My stomach clenches at the reminder.
“I just want to eat my mate,” I murmur. “Mmm.”
“Typical male,” she grumbles, but I hear the relief in her voice. “You’re going to eat more meat and then we’ll negotiate the rest.”
Her finger begins drawing shapes over my bare chest. My cock awakens, eager for my mate’s touch. A small laugh escapes her. I realize she’s climbed into the bed with me, her body curled around my own. If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake from it. Her finger trails lower and lower, teasing me.
“Climb on, mate,” I murmur.
“No, crazy ass. You’ll die.”
“Happily.” I smile, wishing I could open my eyes. “Maybe even impregnate you on my way to The Eternals. Take good care of our son.”
She smacks me on the chest. “No, you idiot. You’re going to live. I’m not taking care of our kid all by myself.”
“So you admit you’re my mate.” My dick twitches. “Mine, stormy one.”
“I admit nothing,” she sasses. “All I know is I’m not doing the single mom gig for our hypothetical child. You’re going to stay alive and annoy me until the end of time. That’s the deal. I won’t negotiate.”
“When I’m well, I’m going to pin you down and lick you until you go mad with pleasure.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Indeed.”
“Arrogant ass.”
“Beautiful, mean mate.”
Warm lips brush against mine. I open my mouth, greedy for more. She surprises me by kissing me with her sweet tongue. A groan of need rumbles from my chest. It’s difficult, but I manage to pry my eyes open to look at her. Her dark hair curtains around us and her eyes are closed as she kisses me sweetly.
“I don’t want to die without knowing your touch,” I murmur.
She pulls back, frowning at me. I expect her to argue like usual, but instead, she nods. Her lips fuse against mine once more as her hand slides down my torso. I stop breathing when her small hand wraps around my cock.
“Like this?” she whispers, a teasing lilt to her voice.
“Mmm,” I rumble. “Just like that.”
My breathing grows ragged as she strokes me up and down. It feels far better than any time I’ve done it myself. I’m once again enamored by my mate, growing more addicted to her with each passing moment.
“Are you going to eat more raw meat after this?” she purrs.
“Anything you want, mate.”
“You have to call me the head doctor.” She laughs against my lips. “From now on, you’ll refer to me as the queen, too.”
“I’ll call you whatever the rekk you want, love, as long as you don’t stop.”
Her tongue lashes against mine, doing most of the work. I’m too weak to do anything but accept the pleasure of my mate. I could definitely die happily this way.
“You have to come back from this,” she says, her voice soft and vulnerable unlike anything I’ve ever heard leave her lips. “For me.”
“I will,” I vow and mean it with every still-flickering fiber of my being.
“Our future son needs you. I need you.”
Her words are powerful and erotic and I crave more of them—more of her. A growl rattles out of me as my sac tightens.
“Mate,” I choke out, releasing my seed in a hot stream all over her hand and my stomach.
I must fall asleep because at some point, she smacks me on the cheek, jerking me awake.
“Don’t die on me now, motherfucker,” she snaps, fire in her words. “I give you a hand job and you pass out on me for hours? Never again. Eat this damn meat before I shove it down your stupid throat.”
My eyes open and everything spins. Despite her fury-filled words, she’s gentle as she feeds me. Her fingers stroke through my hair. Something splashes my cheek and I realize my sweet mate silently cries for me.
“What will we name him?” I ask after I swallow down the repugnant morsel.