Tempting The Beast(81)

He laid his forehead against hers, breathing roughly, staring down at her as he fought to come to grips

with what this night would bring. A child. He had never thought to know that joy, that fear.

“I will protect you and our babe as best I can,” he told her roughly. “With my life, Merinus.”

Her hand was shaking as it moved to cup his cheek. He could feel her fear now, her uncertainty.

Suddenly the complications were growing with each second. It was no longer just their lives at risk, but

the life of an innocent.

“It’s really bad this time.” She breathed in hard as her body shuddered with the heat. “I’m scared,

Callan.”

He moved her to her back, looming over her, wishing there was some way to take her fears from her.

“We will make it okay, love,” he swore to her, though he had no idea how. “Somehow, someway, we

will keep our child safe.”

He lowered his head, his lips whispering over hers as he fought the need to plunge his tongue deep into

her mouth. To possess her in every way, to make her take the hormone that would drive her need higher,

make her body burn, make her release tear through her body and drive her quicker to fertility. Dr. Martin

had been certain that this was the reason for the hormone. All tests when combined together fused to

produce a single result. A child.

Wanting this night to be remembered, not just for the fear of conception, but for the beauty of their

pleasure, Callan began to tease her lips. He didn’t want to tempt with the crazed needs of long love play.

He didn’t want her mindless. He wanted to pleasure her, love her. His kissed her gently with only his lips,

sipping at hers; staring into her wide eyes as his hands caressed her swollen breasts, her hard nipples.

Then his tongue brushed her lips, slipped inside and allowed the effects of science and nature to begin.

She accepted the invasion, her eyes closing with a groan as the taste of spice filled both their mouths. It

would begin now. And he feared where it would end. But he didn’t stop kissing her. He couldn’t. He

wanted the contact to last, to linger forever in his mind. That when he gave her his child, he loved her,

worshipped her.

Within minutes their breathing increased, perspiration coated their bodies, lust rippled through them.

Callan groaned as his hand lowered, testing the rich cream that prepared her for him. She was slick and

hot, ready for him. He moved between her spread thighs, lowering himself against her, positioning his

erection for the first hard thrust. He knew what she liked, and he would be certain that every stroke was

made to gain her ultimate pleasure.

“I love you, Merinus,” he groaned against her lips as he thrust deep and hard inside her.



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Merinus felt the shock of his entrance, the sudden stretching of her vagina, the pleasure/pain that drove

all other thoughts from her head. Heat seared her body, spasmed her womb. Her muscles clenched on

his cock as he whispered his words of love against her lips.

She climaxed on the second stroke, but still the heat built. She bucked against him, her hips thrusting her

cunt harder against the invading erection that pumped hard and fast inside her. Callan was moaning, his

head lowering to her breasts, his rough tongue licking at her nipples as his mouth suckled each in turn. His

cock kept a smooth, hard rhythm as he thrust in and out of her. Each stroke stretched her, filled her. Her

head tossed, her body shuddered.

Then he was moving faster, harder. His mouth went to her neck, to the little wound that never seemed to

heal, his teeth locking on it, his tongue stroking as she began to feel the final phase of his possession. The

hardening of the barb that would lock him inside her seconds before his ejaculation. The firm, stiff flesh

that would allow no withdrawal and would ensure the conception that nature intended.

She cried out as the firm thumb began to stiffen, raking her flesh erotically as he began to pound inside

her mercilessly. She could feel the heat building in her stomach, knotting her muscles. Her vagina clamped

down on his cock, milking it, demanding his release as she felt a harder, stronger orgasm building inside

her own body. Her nails bit into his back as the deep strokes had her crying out for ease. He was

growling low, her cries echoed through the room The barb lengthened then, and on the last hard stroke

locked into her sensitive flesh and sent her into an explosion so hard, so deep she screamed out his name

as she felt his seed erupt inside her.

His arms trembled beneath her shoulders as he gasped for breath. Merinus lay there, trying to catch her

breath and frowned. Heated moisture dripped against her shoulder. Not much, a few fragile drops. She

felt tears build in her eyes, her arms tightened about him, and she wished she knew what to say, knew