“I don’t know. I love him so much, but I don’t think I’m ready. I need to know that I could take care of myself, let alone a child, if anything happened to him.”
The very thought made her stomach churn. Taliane nodded, but Joan suspected she didn’t really understand Joan’s logic.
After the couple left, Joan fled upstairs to their room. She wasn’t surprised when Varga followed a short time later.
“You looked worried earlier when you spoke with Taliane. Is something wrong?”
“Not exactly.” She paced over to the window, not looking at him. “She told me that she and Issar are planning on having a baby. I didn’t realize that different species could have children together.”
“It’s quite common. I’m sure Issar is thrilled.”
“You didn’t say anything,” she burst out, whirling to face him. “And you never asked me.”
“I have a birth control implant,” he said quietly. “It’s a standard practice for all fighters. I would never try and get you pregnant without discussing it with you.”
She hadn’t even considered that possibility. “You mean males get implants?”
“Of course. Do human males not practice birth control?”
“Not often.” She smiled ruefully as she joined him on the bed. “Taliane told me we were given shots to prevent pregnancy as well, and I wasn’t sure if you knew. I should have realized that you would look out for me.”
“Always, little bird.” He hesitated. “Do you want children?”
“I don’t know. I never wanted to have children with Kevin.” He growled as he always did when she referred to her ex. “But it wasn’t because I didn’t want to have children. Unfortunately, it was the right time in my life but the wrong male.”
“And now…”
“You are definitely the right male, but… it doesn’t feel like the right time. This is all still so new, and I haven’t really found my place yet.”
His face hardened, and he pulled her onto his lap. “Your place is with me.”
“I know.” She reached up and brushed a kiss across his mouth. “And there’s nowhere else I would rather be—but I want to feel like I have a place of my own as well. Does that make sense?”
“Unfortunately.”
He sighed and gathered her close. After a minute, she looked up at him. “What about you? Do you want children?”
She felt his cock jerk beneath her and bit her lip.
“That seems like a yes.”
“The idea of seeing you grow ripe with my child thrills me. But as you said, while I know you are the right female, I am not sure this is the right time.”
She put a hand on his face. “I love you, Varga, and you are the right male. But I think we should wait.”
“I love you too, Joan, and I agree.” A speculative look crossed his face, and his eyes gleamed. “Of course, that doesn’t mean we can’t practice.”
She gave him an innocent stare. “Oh? What did you have in mind?”
“I’ll show you.” He had her dress off before she could take a breath.
“You certainly don’t need any practice in making my clothes disappear,” she teased, but the heat in his eyes as he surveyed her naked body had her nipples tingling and a delicious pulse starting between her legs.
“I don’t like anything concealing your beauty from my eyes.”
She felt the heat rise to her cheeks as it always did when he called her beautiful, but she had learned that objecting to his compliments usually resulted in one of his tantalizing spanks. And as much as she enjoyed them, she wanted to see what he had in mind this time.
“If I were trying to get you with child, the first thing I would do is make sure you were completely open to me,” he said thoughtfully, then lifted her legs, gently spreading them until she knew every inch of her quivering pussy was exposed to him.
She felt naked, vulnerable, and so excited that she actually felt her channel pulse. He must have seen it as well because he traced the small entrance with one big finger. “Such an eager little cunt. So anxious to be filled. Is this what you want?”
He slid the tip of his finger into her, just enough to tease. She tried to arch her hips and take more but he wouldn’t let her.
“Or perhaps this?” He bent his head and speared her with his tongue, a hot, thick intrusion that made her cry out with pleasure. “Mmm, delicious.”
He pulled free, licking up through her folds to circle her aching clit, teasing her with lightning fast sweeps of his tongue until she was panting and trying to buck against his grip.
“But I don’t think you would really want my finger or my tongue,” he growled. “You would want to be bred. You would want my cock buried in that sweet little cunt.”
He grabbed her ankles with one hand, effortlessly lifting her bottom higher until his cock was aimed directly at her waiting entrance. With her legs together, she was even tighter than normal and he had to work his way slowly inside, letting her feel each ridge as he sank into her. She wanted to move, to take more of him, but he took his time, stretching out the pleasure until he filled her completely.
“Is this what you want?”
“Oh, yes. Yes!”
Still holding her ankles in one hand, he reached down and circled the place where they were joined, then reached up to feather a stroke across her needy, pulsing clit. “When you come, you will pull more of my seed inside you.”
His hips jerked, and he began to move, still slow, still deliberate. She looked up to find him watching her. She could see the strain on his face, see the control it
