His Human Surrogate (Monsters Love Curvy Girls #2) - Michele Mills Page 0,41

I’m here. She thinks her only link to me are our messages. But I have the added burden of knowing she’s so close, yet so far away.

I’m trying to keep watch over a mate who I have planted my seed in and is carrying my offspring. This means her scent has changed. I was always attracted to her. I’ve always wanted her more than any other female, ever. But now I feel that I’m going insane with need.

I’m basically losing my mind.

I never planned to keep the fact that she was carrying her own baby from her, but now I must. And also, my life has turned into this series of lies. I’m not a spy or an assassin. I usually show up, wipe out my enemy, and go home.

Each night I watch her as she sleeps. First, I was just staring at her through the vid screen. This visual confirmation of her safety helps me to remember why I’m doing this and therefore helps me sleep. Then one night I had to be in the room, watching her before I could leave and return to my own bed.

Then I had to be in bed next to her.

I lay there, wide awake, listening to her even breaths and watching the rise and fall of her chest, just for a few minutes. The next night I stayed longer. The next night longer still. And then one night I accidentally fell asleep too. Luckily, I awoke a few hours later, before the sunrise.

One morning I was almost caught.

We’d both overslept and the moment she awoke she leapt out of bed, cussing as she raced for the restroom. She didn’t even notice that I was right there, in bed next to her. The moment the cleansing unit started I rolled off the bed and raced upstairs.

Fuck, that was close.

But it was not a deterrent. Because, now I do this often.

I’ve taken to touching her exotic hair in the middle of the night. It’s so dark, soft and shiny. I roll into her and quietly sniff her neck and behind her round ears. My human smells like orange blossoms on breaking waves. Like the sunrise on newly cut wet grass. It’s intoxicating. How can I resist?

I love watching her stomach grow. Tonight, I walk into her room and I do something different. I carefully lay my claw on top of her swollen stomach for the first time. The baby kicks. And my heart seems to expand and water again forms on my eyes.

My son.

My first born.

I relieve her, but I never relieve myself anymore. This is my penance. But this also increases my insane need.

I’ve noticed that my Chloe continues to wear less and less clothing. Early on she switched to wearing Hyrrokin tops, which I find so very sexy on her. She’s often barefoot or wearing tiny foot coverings. I love her figure. She’s so perfectly fuckable, it’s driving me crazy.

She touches herself daily, using that ridiculous human sex toy because she needs my touch. She’s pregnant with my offspring and all Hyrrokin females are needy for their bound during this time. Why would my Chloe be any different just because she’s human? She’s carrying our offspring. I am her mate, even if I can’t legally declare her.

I need to help her.

She always reaches for my dick in the dark. And I always have to pull away.

Tonight, I carefully slide my claw in between her thighs. I watch her face, worried I’ve woken her, but she continues to sleep, with a half-smile on her face. I delve inside her wet heat and stifle a groan. Then I find her clit and I rub right there. Human and Hyrrokin females are the same in this, both need this type of touch to achieve release. I lean in and lick her neck.

She lets out a light moan and splays her legs.

Oh, my Chloe.

I work hard, rubbing faster, listening to her urgent breaths. And then it hits her hard. She’s shuddering, gasping for breath. Her eyes begin to flutter open. And I roll out of our bed and disappear behind the closet door while I watch her awaken in surprise.

Eventually she rolls over and falls back asleep. Then I return to our bed and lay next to her and close my eyes. Meanwhile my cock is hard, angry and leaking seed. But I do not touch myself to find my own relief. It is my penance.

I rise before dawn and begin my daily preparations. I carefully