Mating Fever(53)

I could feel heat radiating from his skin and I knew it wasn’t from fever. It was from his need.

His need for me. The thought of that made me wet. I was so ready for him. While it had only been hours since we’d been together last, so much had happened. He’d watched me almost die, battled the Hive, chosen a home and been forced to wait. Doctor Helion had not been amused when relaying a warning to me, one I was supposed to pass along to my mate. The I.C. did not tolerate death threats.

When I just laughed in the doctor’s face, he’d broken down with a grin and told me to get the hell out of there and keep my mate as far away from the I.C. as possible. I’d sacrificed, but my mission was a success. The Coalition now had one of the Nexus units to study, and I had a mate who I would spend a lifetime beside with no regrets. The implant was gone. I was healed. When I ran my fingers over the place where the implant had been for long weeks, I felt nothing. No lump, no raised or puckered skin of a scar. No pain. I loved space medicine. Barely any recovery time meant I could suck my mate’s cock right now instead of healing in a hospital.

“Megan,” Nyko growled.

“Mmm?” I asked, knowing the vibrations of that one little sound would destroy him.

Before I could blink, I was off his cock, lifted in the air and tossed onto my back. I looked up at a wild Nyko. Not the beast, but the Atlan male. He was breathing hard and his eyes were almost black. The intensity I saw there had my nipples tighten. The muscles in his arms and shoulders bunched as he clenched and unclenched his fists. His cock was glistening from my mouth and was so swollen, so ready. Beneath, his balls hung heavily. Feeling daring, I reached beneath him and took them into my palm. He shuddered, pushing into my grasp.

“Nyko?” Shit. How was I supposed to bring this up? It wasn’t a conversation I’d ever imagined having.

He heard something in my voice and the arousal slipped from his face, quickly replaced by concern. “What? What’s the matter?”

I reached up, stroked his cheek, felt the soft stubble. “Nothing is the matter. I’m fine. But I wanted to talk with you about something.”

He exhaled and most of the tension left his body. Moving over the bed, he settled half on top of me, resting his weight on his forearm. His leg settled between mine and the length of his body pressed hotly against me.

“You wish to talk now?” he asked, cupping my breast. My nipple was so sensitive and I watched as he stared at it. Transfixed.

“Doctor Helion—I asked him—I—”

His gaze lifted to mine and he stilled. “I will destroy him if he hurt you.”

“No. I’m fine. I’m just not—I want—god this is impossible.” Tears of frustration gathered in my eyes and Nyko groaned softly when he saw them. How was this happening? I could lure a Hive into a cave, charge onto a battlefield, but I couldn’t tell my mate the truth of my own heart? Shit. Fighting was easy. Love? Trust? Vulnerability was hard.

“Tell me.” He kissed me, soft and slow, and I felt the coiled power in him, the iron control he commanded for me. He would do anything for me. I knew it, felt it deep down in my bones. I was being a coward.

I hated cowards.

“I want to start a family.”

I watched as he processed my words, his hand sliding from my breast to settle over my abdomen where our child would grow. “You wish to have a baby?”

I lifted my head, kissed him. “I wish to have your baby.”

“Yes.” He growled then and I felt it through my body. Lowering himself, he kissed me. And kissed me. And kissed me some more. His weight remained off me—I’d be smushed flat otherwise—but I was not getting up until he let me. Not that I wanted to go anywhere. I was exactly where I wanted to be.

Lifting one leg, I stroked it along the length of him. He poured everything into the kiss. I felt his love, his devotion, his passion. His possession.

This was why I’d told Helion to remove the Coalition birth control and make me fertile again. I didn’t want just to fuck Nyko. I wanted to make love with him. I wanted to have a baby, his baby. A little one that would be mine to love the way my mother never loved me. This baby would be adored, and I knew Nyko would be the perfect father. Although, if we ended up having a girl, he’d have to calm down some or he’d end up committed to some Atlan loony bin reserved for over-protective daddies.

I wrapped my hands around his neck. Tangling tongues wasn’t enough. “Please,” I breathed.

Nyko pulled back so I could see him without being cross-eyed. “Please, what?”

“I need you.”

“You have me,” he replied.