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Demyan cries out and kisses me, and he jerks, his cock twitching and spilling inside me as he comes, too.

“Oh, fuck, fuck. Erin. Jesus, so good. You’re so fucking spectacular. My own personal goddess. I worship at your feet. And you fit so tight around me, so hot and wet. Fuck.”

He collapses, rolling us so I’m on top. I let my legs drape on either side of him and I put my head on his damp chest.

The race of his heart echoes mine and I hold him close, his still hard cock inside me. He came so deep.

If I wasn’t already knocked up, he’d have probably done so with this. Or maybe that’s just how my fucked-up mind works.

Truth is, I want his children. I want that bond. We have Sasha, and I want Sasha to have siblings. I want a tribe. I want Demyan there, my lover, husband, master in the bedroom.

I try to steady my insane thoughts. I’m tripping on the pleasure that still rocks through me like tiny thrills.

Demyan lightly runs his fingers along my spine and drops a kiss on the top of my head.

I have to tell him.

The fire is warm and the scene is right.

And if he gets mad I didn’t tell him earlier, I can seduce him all over again.

I take a breath.

But Demyan speaks first.

“So, Erin, are you planning on telling me you’re pregnant anytime soon?

Chapter Sixteen

DEMYAN

Erin sits up,turning pale, and grabs my sweater, holding it against her gorgeous tits like it’s some kind of fucking barrier.

Maybe I’m fucking wrong, but I know I’m not. The paleness, the way she shakes, tells me that. I’d hoped when I’d kissed her belly, held it, I’d feel some kind of difference.

But I didn’t.

I know enough about pregnancy and babies that she’s probably not going to show, that it’s so tiny inside her it’s not more than a mass of reproducing cells. I know those cells aren’t going to kick or make her stomach swell, but…

I’d hoped.

Somehow, I’d know.

That maybe I had a sixth sense or that first time we fucked when I found her again I’d knocked her up, but it’s not that long ago. She’s in the first trimester at my reckoning.

She licks her lips and swallows.

“How did you know?” she whispers.

Erin eases off me and looks around for something to wear. I get up and pull on my jeans, not bothering to button them. I’m soft enough I can tuck away, but there’s still the burningneed to have her again, to keep marking her until she sobs it out she’s mine in every way, that she loves me with every single cell in her body. That she’ll fight for us, even if that means waiting through this fucked-up Stefina thing.

I shrug. “I didn’t. Not one hundred percent sure, anyway. I knew one of you might be with you both going to see Alina’s OB-GYN.”

She gives me a look that’s like betrayal and I half smile.

“I found her the doctor. I still get alerts when she goes. She needed a guardian to step in when she wanted to go on the pill.” I take a breath, taking the T-shirt I wore beneath the sweater and pulling it on.

Perversely, I don’t want her to find her panties or do up her bra, or put on the dress, so I sit on the dress.