secret. Now might be the perfect time, though. I take his hand and slide it down to my belly. “So—“
“Mommy? Daddy? I’m thirsty,” Keth calls out.
Nassakth presses a kiss to the top of my head. “I’ll handle that. You go collapse into bed and I’ll join you in a moment.”
I head into the bedroom as he goes to get the drink. I’m not thinking about collapsing into bed, actually. Instead, I’m thinking about the noli perfume that the girl renting my farm sent me. She’s made soaps and bath oils and all kinds of fragrances that have become very popular in praxiian circles. I’m happy for her—she can do whatever she wants with the plants. She always remembers to send us our cut and takes care of the place as if it were her own. I’ll probably sell it to her in a few years, just because I know how important it is to own your own land.
But for now, I head for that vial of perfume, sniff it, and then dab the tiniest amount behind my ears. I’m getting less tired by the minute. Instead, I’m thinking about sex. I’m thinking about grabbing my delicious husband by his tail—or his mane—and dragging him into the bed. Sex is harder to find time for with triplets, which means my libido is through the roof…especially with the new “surprise” in my belly. I just hope Nassakth doesn’t panic at the thought of being a father again.
I change into my sleep clothes as I ponder how a new, fourth baby is going to change things. Even though I have nightgowns, I prefer sleeping in one of Nassakth’s tunics. He prefers it, too, because it’s easy to reach into the collar and tease my breasts in the morning, since they tend to slip free of the fabric and “greet him.” Me in his tunic is code for “let’s have sex” and his eyes light up the moment he enters the bedroom and sees me on the bed.
“Everyone is settled in,” my mate tells me, his tail swishing as he strips off his tunic. “How tired are you?”
“Not very,” I whisper. “Shut the door.” And I spread my legs apart and touch myself between my thighs in a bold gesture to get his attention.
That gets it, all right. He growls, shutting the door behind him and stripping off his trou and boots. Then he crawls into the bed, utterly naked. His warrior is growing erect and nudges against my hips as he moves over me. “You smell incredible tonight,” he murmurs, nuzzling at my neck. “Just the scent of you makes my cock harder than stone.”
“I put on some of the noli perfume,” I whisper. “Just in case you were tired.”
“Never THAT tired,” my mate murmurs, licking and sucking at my neck. “I am always ready to claim my pretty mate and fill her with my seed.”
“Oh, speaking of.” I stroke his shoulders as he tugs the collar down and exposes my breasts. His mouth immediately goes to my nipple, distracting me. “Oh, god, Nassakth.”
I can feel his purring right through his mouth, vibrating against my skin and making his tongue twice as erotic. “What is it?” he asks when my words turn to whimpers. “You were saying something?”
“Yes,” I pant, dragging his face over to my other breast. “I need…to talk to you about something important.” He flicks my nipple in just the right way and it sends a bolt of hunger curling up my spine. “I think…it can wait…until we’re done.”
But Nassakth lifts his head and narrows his eyes at me. “Important? What is it?”
God, I really do need to work on my timing. I bite my lip, then slide my hand down his belly, heading for his cock. My fingers brush across the straining head of it and I tease him with light caresses. “I don’t know how to tell you this…”
“Just say it.” A worried look crosses his face. “Tell me what is wrong.”
“I’m pregnant,” I blurt out before he thinks I’m dying. “Again.”
An astounded look crosses his face. “How?”
I rub my thumb over the head of his cock, loving that he rocks forward against my touch. “Well, when a Mommy and Daddy love each other very much—“
He growls and pushes his hand between my thighs. “Tease.” His fingers go to my clit and he begins to rub it, playing the same game I am. “You know what I mean. You are certain?”