The Breeding Experiment - Laurann Dohner Page 0,70
receive all the pleasure I can give you, mate.” He ducked his chin, pushed her head to the side a little, and his mouth nibbled on the sensitive skin of her neck.
That was it. Darla buried her face in the mattress and screamed as another climax tore through her.
Gnaw closed his mouth against her skin, drove into her deep, and his hips bucked against her ass as he shot his semen inside her.
It was sweet when Gnaw softly kissed her neck again. “Was I gentle enough?” He released her breasts, slid his hands out from under her, and began to play with her hair.
“You’ve never hurt me, and you never will. You also just give me multiple orgasms and proved I can survive them, and being oversensitive.”
He chuckled.
She lifted her head off the bed and twisted, staring into his mesmerizing eyes. “How do we officially become mates? Is there a ceremony? Is it just having sex and saying the words?”
He slowly withdrew from her but kept her pinned under his upper body, not breaking eye contact. “We are mates. No ceremony is needed. You are carrying my cubs. I am locked onto you. Stay here. I am going to clean you. I’ve coated you in my seed.”
She could feel it sliding down her inner thighs. Coated was more like soaked. He smiled before gently getting up and walking over to a dresser. She noticed for the first time that a pitcher sat there with some folded hand towels.
Darla pushed off the mattress and stood. Gnaw returned to her, dropped to his knees in front of her, and tapped her to spread her legs for him a bit. She blushed but let him clean her with the damp towel. Her gaze lowered to his rod. He still appeared mostly hard. She knew he’d gotten off. Not only had she felt it, but he was cleaning up the proof.
“Locked on?”
He finished cleaning her. “You are the only female I will ever want. There will never be another.” His gaze met hers. “You are my heart. My soul. My everything.”
She stepped into him, cupping his face. “You’re my heart, too, and my soul. My everything. Humans use words like this to commit to each other. Like vows during a wedding. I like these better.”
“I will do this human wedding if you wish.”
“I don’t need one. I just need you.”
“You have me.”
He got up, tossed the towel back on a table by the door, and then scooped her into his arms. She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You seem to like picking me up.”
“I like having you in my arms.” He walked to the side of the bed and climbed on, putting her sideways across his lap. He used the headboard for back support. “There are things we should speak of.”
Her happy moment dimmed at his tone, and she peered at him nervously. “What is it?”
“You’ve seen me in my battle form when I killed the Elth.”
“Yes. I’m not afraid of you when you’re shifted, if that’s what you want to talk about. I accept you. All of you. I know what I’m getting into.”
“I am glad.” He adjusted his hold on her, keeping one arm around her back and placing his hand on her belly, caressing it. “We are born in that form.”
She nodded at him. “That’s what Jessa told me.”
“She knew?”
“She suspected.”
“They will be born without claws and teeth, and are slightly smaller than human infants when born. I don’t want you to fear giving birth.”
“How long am I going to be pregnant? Jessa thought somewhere between three to four months.”
“Three months. At least, the other human who birthed a cub was pregnant for that length.”
“That’s good.” She smiled. “My mom always told us that having four kids was tough because of the long pregnancies. We’re normally pregnant for nine months.”
“There is more…”
“Tell me.”
“You don’t look fearful at all.”
“I’m not. I want to know everything about you and what to expect with our babies.”
He leaned his head closer to hers. “You are perfect, mate.”
“So are you. How do babies go from your battle form into what you are now?”
“Our young are born in battle form because it is easier for them to learn how to walk, leap, and build strength. We are also harder to injure and faster to heal. Cubs like to play rough as they learn. When they reach about a year—some faster, some slower—they have learned to control their emotions as well. That’s when they can take