Page 192 of Broken Bonds

When we reach the house, I phone Terry and let him know I won’t be in today. We’ll be okay because two of the familiars caring for the nest’s cattle will fill in. While Marchman pays me for feed, vet costs, and other miscellaneous expenses, I’ve been paying the familiars cash to help my crew.

My guys were understandably nervous at first. Once they realized the familiars are not much different than normal humans, they all got along well.

By the time I make it to the bedroom, Mal’s sitting on the edge of the bed, grinning and bouncing up and down.

The sadist pops his head up again, hopeful he’ll be called in to play, but I send him back to his room, for now.

I step between Mal’s thighs and stare down at him, holding up a finger. “One, if I say we stop, we stop.”

He eagerly nods.

Another finger. “Two, if you feel any cramps or the bad kind of pain, or anything that isn’t normal, you tell me immediately. I don’t care if I’m balls-deep inside you, you say red.”

More nodding like he’s my personal, adorable, delicious-smelling bobblehead.

Third finger. “Those first two rules are in place until after the baby’s born and we get back to whatever normal’s supposed to be. If at any time you don’t obey them? I will lock a chastity cage on you and not let you come until after the baby’s born.”

He plaintively whines as he nods.

The sadist isn’t exactly happy, but he’s not unhappy there are rules and consequences.

When Mal reaches for my fly, I peel his hands off and capture his wrists behind his back with one hand while I cradle his chin in my other, holding him still to slant a kiss across his lips. I could spend hours kissing him. We haven’t done a whole lot of this over the past several weeks because I didn’t want either of us getting worked up and unable to do anything.

“We go at my speed,” I tell him through our mate bond, and he practically vibrates in my arms.

There is something I want to do that we haven’t yet, and I hope he’s up for it.

I scoop him into my arms and lay him on the bed. No playfully tossing him like I would have before our world flipped on its axis. Leaning in, I kiss him again. “Let me get more comfortable.” I start untying my work boots. When he moves to sit up, I plant my hand against his chest. “I didn’t tell you to get up, did I?”

More whining, and his shorts are barely winning the battle to contain his erection. Still, he nods, the tip of his tongue flicking across his lips.

I grab a towel and stage a bottle of lube on the nightstand. He watches, and while I undress he’s full-on licking his lips by the time I shove my jeans and briefs down and expose my erection.

Mal moves to roll toward me, but I climb onto the bed, straddle his hips, and pin his wrists over his head to cage his body.

“What’s wrong?” I tease.

Despite his efforts, he can’t squirm against me. “Please!”

I nibble my way along his jaw from his ear to his throat, where I playfully nip. “You want to come, baby?”

“Yes!”

“You know what I’d really like?”

He lifts his head, trying to kiss me, but I remain frustratingly out of reach. “What?”

“I’d like to do something we haven’t done.” Another slow, deep kiss while his hips try to rock against me.

“What?” he gasps when I let him speak again.

“Would you like to fuck me?”

He blinks, his pupils large with desire. “Yes?”

It’s mean to ask this when he’s already half-crazed with need. “Is that an answer or a question?”

“Yes?”