walking away from me, and I want nothing more than to step out of my hiding place, sweep her into my arms and shove my forked tongue into her mouth.
But to keep her safe, I have to help her be able to repeat our cover story with fidelity. If the government knew she was carrying our highly illegal half-human, half-Hyrrokin baby, and that I was here in the house with her, they’d try to kick her off planet in a heartbeat. They would love nothing more than making an example of the great Bergelmir Touchstone, the son of Buri Touchstone and brother to Aegir Touchstone. And the male who fucked up their Mafia raid and disappeared.
But if that ever happens—if our cover is blown—that’s the moment we leave this damn planet, for good. They would never have the chance to arrest me and throw me in jail or separate my family. No fucking way. We’re only staying on Tarvos because at the moment, this is the safest place for her, with me as her protector, but if this changes then we fall back to Omega 9.
I feel better knowing I have a plan. I just need to work the plan.
Chloe pauses to talk on her tablet with Riley for a short time and they make plans for my female to go to Aegir’s house for dinner. I’m happy to hear this, liking the confirmation that my brother and his bound are taking care of my female and my offspring.
And then she pulls up some kind of list on her tablet and references it as she carefully programs the bots to begin remodeling and freshening the kitchen. I listen to all of her orders and I double-check her plans…and I smile when I realize I wouldn’t change a thing. How has she learned so much already about the specifics of Heimdall design? There’s even a seal of approval from the historical society.
How did she manage all of this?
She’s amazing.
Afterwards my female lets the bots get to work, and she goes up the dragon stairs to the attic. When her back is turned, I slip into the safe room. And I watch her from a screen. Only a wall is separating us.
It doesn’t surprise me that she’s here inspecting all the antiques. This is another reason why I bought this house. This room was always for her. I sit and watch her for the next few hours. I work on my tablet, messaging my brother, auditing the security in our new domicile, evaluating what security upgrades are needed and eating snacks from the dispenser as I watch the movements of my Chloe.
I’m surprised when she turns on her tablet, props it up and begins recording herself as she goes through a section of the large space. She picks up objects and chats into the vid and explains her ideas and what she thinks the history is, even if it’s wrong. I love listening to her, she’s very humorous and interesting. This is the Chloe I know, the human who lights up at the mention of the things she loves the most. Her passion for history and design might be more than my own.
Finally, in the afternoon she leaves to go and eat and take a nap.
I follow her downstairs and into the bedroom.
She’s touching herself again.
This female is killing me. Thank gods I’ll only have to live this way for a week. By then I should have these assassins targeted and taken out. And the mess with the government should subside. Then I can live openly again with my Chloe. And I can throw aside this comical “surrogate” designation and publicly declare her my bound.
I watch as she cries out my name as she comes.
Then I go back to my room in the attic and I masturbate.
And I cry out her name too.
11
Chloe
One month later…
It’s like I’m turning into some kind of sex fiend.
Is it the pregnancy? Is that why all I can do, day in and day out, is imagine having sex with Bergelmir Touchstone? I don’t know, but I love the idea of his forked tongue in my mouth, and those sexy fangs tracking my skin and that tail—squeezing that barbed tail in my hand while I come.
I wish he was here.
I’m such a mess. It’s like I can smell him, as if he were here in this house, and in the room with me. Is that because of the pregnancy too? Maybe his amazing scent is still on those