“So she’s listening in to every word we say?”
“Yes.”
His eyes met hers. They clearly said: Do not talk about the shifter community.
That was a monumental task. What if she inadvertently revealed something she shouldn’t? She wasn’t very good at this cloak-and-dagger thing. But wait. She had managed to conceal not only Rust’s but Carlo’s identity for so long. She did it then, amid a throng of students. Surely she could do it again.
But things were different now! This was the fucking FBI!
Her fear must have shown on her face, because he said, “Don’t worry.” He smiled. “We have nothing to hide.”
He took her in his arms and kissed her again.
He said, “Meanwhile, I’ve missed you.”
A funny feeling blossomed in her loins. She did miss him. Terribly. In every way.
“But – ”
They are watching, she wanted to say. She is watching.
“I don’t care.” He grinned. “Do you?”
“What about the baby?”
“You mean we can’t have sex if you’re going to have a baby?”
“It feels a bit weird.”
“Oh no, it won’t,” he promised.
10
Kate did feel weird.
There were two things going on simultaneously.
They were being watched. By Alyssa, no less, she was sure.
The baby was growing inside her. This was the first time she was going to have sex with Rust in a long time. What if the baby . . . knew?
“Then we’ll have a great story to tell him,” Rust said, leading her to the bed. “This is how you were conceived, we will tell him.”
“Him? How sure are you it’s a ‘him’?”
Alyssa would find out soon enough when they did the ultrasound, Kate thought with dread. But meanwhile –
Rust began to undress himself. He was so cavalier about it. So nonchalant. Was he sure Alyssa was watching? Someone was watching, at least. Or maybe a roomful of people. They had made love in front of Carlo before. They had been in a rave full of naked shifters. She had been bound in front of them.
And now they were going to make love in front of a roomful (or maybe more) of unseen people – all who were studying their every move to find out if shifters made love the normal way. This lovemaking session would go down in the annals of scientific research.
This was definitely weird!
But her hormones were flowing. It was strange. Maybe it was because she was pregnant, but her libido was sharper than it had been for a long time.
She wanted Rust. Needed him so badly. She needed to bury her nose in the crook of his shoulder and breathe in his musky scent. She needed to hold his body close to hers – so close that there would not be a modicum of space between them. She needed his cock inside her – thrusting, pulsing, filling her with his heat.
Oh Rust, how I’ve missed you.
There was not a shred of doubt in her mind that he was the one for her. The one that she would sacrifice everything for – even her life. This was the father of her child. The man she would build an entire life and family for.
He was much thinner than when she had last seen him. She was right. He had lost weight. Not only was his face more ethereal, but his muscles had lost bulk and the six-pack on his abdomen was more pronounced that ever. He was as lean as a whippet. She was worried about him.
“Have you been eating well?” she asked him. “Sleeping well?”
His erection tented his boxers, and he shrugged them off. His swollen cock – the cock she missed so much – was standing up like a flagpole. Pointing towards her. Waiting to spear her. Her mouth went dry even as her pussy creamed over.
“I can’t wait to see you naked,” he said in a husky voice.
I can’t wait to be naked for you too. An unbidden image of Alyssa in front of a monitor, watching them undress, intruded her mind, but she swept it away. Rust was right. They had to live here one way or another, and to be damned if they had to live like chaste monks. Who knew how long they had to live anyway – lab rats that they were?
Once he was fully naked, he began to undo the buttons on her loose dress. He took off her bra.
“God,” he breathed. “These are bigger than ever.”
It was true. Pregnancy had given her girth and swollen her breasts. Her areolas were darker and more pronounced than ever.
He cupped her breasts. He lifted her mounds and squeezed them. There was an urgency to his grip, and it was almost painful – his rampant need of her.
“I missed these,” he said.
He bent his head down and took her left nipple in his mouth.
“Mmmmmmmm.” He tasted it and laved his tongue back and forth over the engorged and very protuberant tip.