“Let me go,” she protested. “Aren’t we done here?”
“Oh no, little Kat.” He sounded like he was smiling as he kissed the side of her neck again. “It takes much more than one deep orgasm to dissipate the effects of the bonding fruit. We’re just getting started.”
Kat groaned but already she could feel her body wanting more…wanting to be filled again. It was going to be a very long night.
Chapter Fourteen
“You’re sure it’s been enough time? The results will be accurate?” Sophie stared at the small silver machine which whirred quietly to itself in the corner of Sylvan’s home office. He had brought it back to their suite from the med station at her request, because she didn’t want to be someplace impersonal when she got her results.
“Ninety-nine point nine percent accurate.” Sylvan’s deep voice was hushed and Sophie couldn’t help biting her lip as she looked at the man she loved. What is he thinking? What is he hoping for?
“And…here it is.” The machine emitted a few beeps and the lights on its front panel blinked. Sylvan reached into the small slot where he had put the vials of blood he’d drawn from her arm earlier. Sophie was no longer afraid of needles—though she still didn’t love being stuck. But this time she had barely felt the needle, she was so anxious to get the results of the test Sylvan was running.
She held her breath as he closed his large hand over the contents of the slot and held it out to her. “What is it?” She was nearly dancing with impatience when he unfolded his fingers to reveal…a small white flower.
“White.” Sylvan spoke gently, saying it aloud. “You’re not pregnant, Talana.”
“Oh.” A strange combination of relief and sorrow rushed through Sophie. So I’m not going to be a mom after all. Not now, anyway. Then she looked up at Sylvan’s face. Though his features were impassive, she knew him well enough by now to see the disappointment in his ice blue eyes. She opened her mouth to speak…and a sob rose in her throat.
“Sophia?” Sylvan leaned down, a worried look on his face. “Are you all right?”
“I…I think so. I don’t know why I’m crying.” But she couldn’t seem to stop.
“You don’t know why?” He took her by the shoulders and looked at her worriedly.
“Yes, I do. I know,” she said through the sobs that shook her. “It’s because I know…know you wanted a son. One who could grow up and play with Liv and Baird’s little boy. I’m sorry, Sylvan. So sorry I disappointed you.”
“You didn’t disappoint me!” He swept her into his arms and held her close, his face pressed to her neck. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes. “You could never disappoint me, Talana. I have you, and you’re all that I need.”
“But I know you want a family too,” Sophie said, sniffing. “We can try again as soon as you want.”
“We weren’t trying in the first place,” Sylvan pointed out, giving her his little one-sided grin.
“No, I know.” Sophie blotted her eyes on her sleeve. “I guess I just got so used to the idea in the past few days. And Liv is so happy to be pregnant.”
“Olivia is ready to be pregnant,” Sylvan said. “I get the feeling you’re not. Not quite.”
“Maybe I’m not.” Sophie looked down at the little white flower which indicated a negative pregnancy test. “But I want to be ready. When I look in your eyes and see how much you want a son, I want so much to give you one. A little boy with blond hair and blue eyes, just like you.”
“No, he should have green eyes and brown hair with red highlights—just like his mother.” Sylvan smiled again and swept a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Or, you never can tell—we might have a daughter. It’s extremely rare but it does happen from time to time.”
Sophie shook her head. “I’d rather have a little boy. I think I would worry about a boy less than a girl.”
“I doubt you’d worry less if you knew some of the things I got up to as a child.”
“Yes, well you were killing abominable vrannas by the time you were nine. I hope you wouldn’t expect to let our son do anything like that.”
“No.” Sylvan looked thoughtful. “There aren’t any vrannas aboard the ship. I suppose we could devise a different manhood ritual for him, though.”
“Over my dead body!” Sophie pushed away from him. “Listen, Mister, if you think for one minute I would let you take any son of mine into that kind of dangerous situation—” She broke off because Sylvan was laughing softly. “What?” she demanded.