Page 10 of The Monster at the End of This Molt (The Monster at the End of His Pregnancy #4)

Chapter Ten

Weld

Kissing Robin was an excellent distraction. I forgot about the plug in my ass. When I rolled closer to him, it lit up my insides. I moaned into his mouth, and he pulled back with a look of concern.

"The plug," I said.

"I want it to be me." Robin's fingers ghosted over my leaking cock, and my entire body twitched from the unexpected contact.

I wriggled my ass cheeks, and the plug jostled against my prostate again. "Still too tight."

"Let me help."

I'd been a bossy top and a pushy bottom on Earth. I refused to bring either of those traits to my relationship with Robin.

His soft gaze and gentle touch threatened to turn me into a puddle of need instead. I closed my eyes and forced myself to stop resisting. This was Robin. I trusted him. Besides, the base of the plug wasn't wide enough to fully prepare me to take his cock. I needed his thick fingers to stretch me the rest of the way.

"Okay."

Robin's expression morphed from pleading to cocky in a blink. "Hell yeah!"

I shifted back into position on the bed, with my ass in the air and head resting on folded arms. Robin rained kisses across my thighs and the curve of my ass before sucking a mark on my left cheek. At the same time, he tugged the base of the plug in a circular motion.

I couldn't resist a moan when he pulled it out of me. He'd replaced my usual lube with his slick, and it still felt warm and tingly inside me.

He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to the shell of my pointed ear. "I'd love to see your face while I open you up."

My cheeks already burned from the mere thought. When he patted my hip, I rolled onto my back. He shifted a pillow under me with his magic.

"There you are."

He spread my legs open, and his cocky half-grin returned as he brought two slick-covered fingers to my hole.

He caressed my rim but didn't go inside. My legs shook with overwhelming need.

"Talk to me, Weld."

My eyes snapped open. I didn't remember closing them. "What?"

"Tell me how you like it."

"You're supposed to be stretching me to take your cock," I reminded him. "That's how I like it."

He shook his head and tapped his fingers against my rim. It didn't hurt, but it surprised a jolt from me. "Say it."

"Put your fingers in me already."

He flashed his sweet grin as he sank them into me, an easy fit after the stretch of the plug.

"That's it. Keep talking. How does this feel?" He curled his fingers, and I saw stars.

"Amazing. So fucking good."

"Yeah?"

He pulled out, and I whimpered. I'd never been one to cry and beg before, but damn, I'd waited so long.

After Tuft and I split up, even the betas had avoided me. Then, once I knew Robin was my fated mate, I quit looking for a casual partner. The way everyone talked about their first times with their fated mates, I knew it would be worth the wait.

Robin sighed as his body squelched around his invading fingers. "Yeah, it's good."

I nudged his hip with my knee. "Hey. We're not doing that yet."

He laughed and returned his fingers to my entrance, plunging three slick fingers inside me this time. "Why did you want to do this first?"

"It's you." I didn't know how to say it, but I kept going. "I want you to know I've changed."

"You didn't need to change for me."

"That's not what I mean." I sighed in frustration. "With you, I don't have to posture. I have no reason to pretend to be that guy everyone thinks an alpha kobold should be."

Robin shook his head and stopped moving his fingers. "Nobody expected you to be that guy except you."

"I understand that now."

He twisted his fingers, and I grabbed the backs of my shaking thighs to hold them in place. Fuck, that felt fantastic.

"Maybe you do." He shrugged, and his fingers brushed against my prostate again. "I'm not convinced. I think I might have to fuck the wrong thinking out of you."

"Is that some new form of therapy?"

He laughed. "You'll be my first and only patient to receive it." He removed his fingers and crawled up my body. His abs skated over my aching cock until his bumped alongside mine.

I needed him inside me. When he offered me his tongue in an all-consuming kiss, I sucked greedily and jutted my cock into his hip.

He broke the kiss on a laugh. "Impatient, are we?"

"Is this a game to uncover my flaws?"

"You don't have any flaws." He wriggled back to his knees and hovered above me on his elbows. "Impatience is a virtue when we're fated mates."

I opened my mouth to tell him that was a damned lie, but he rose above me, and all ability to form words fled my brain. He was gorgeous like that, his lips parted, eyes half-closed as he twisted his arm behind his back. A moment later, he brought it back around, his fingers now dripping with his own slick. He curled them around his cock, giving it a few strokes to cover it before lining up with my entrance.

He pressed the tip against me and held firm, even when I nodded.

"Gods, Robin, please."

He grinned, then, the fucker. I tried to wrap my legs around him, but he was faster, grabbing the backs of my thighs and shoving my knees to my chest. The pressure built to a crescendo, and I clenched my muscles. No way would his thick cock fit inside me.

"Breathe, baby. I've got you."

"Baby?" My voice cracked on the second syllable.

His self-assured grin returned, and my traitorous body relaxed. His cock head pressed inside me, and we both moaned from how good it felt. He followed it down, shoving my legs apart so he could plant a chaste kiss against my lips when he bottomed out.

"Baby," he whispered in my ear. He rocked against me, and his body dragged against my dripping cock, leaving a sticky trail of precome between us.

I had no voice left to argue. His every thrust punched it out of me, leaving me breathless and steadily approaching a pinnacle of bliss.

I met Robin's gaze, and my vision blurred. This was really happening. My fated mate was above me, fucking into me, joining our bodies together in the ageless kobold mating dance. I couldn't get pregnant, but that only heightened the significance for me. Robin had agreed to my absurd request because he wanted to be here. He hadn't crossed most of the continent because of a misguided sense of duty or obligation to our species. He was here for me, for us.

Robin sealed our mouths together. His still-slick fingers wrapped around my cock, and he jerked it in time with his thrusts.

I moaned into his mouth as the first jet of cum spurted between us. Robin followed me over the edge, and I felt his orgasm inside me, where our dragon bond lived beside my heart. My chest felt like it would break open from our combined euphoria. Instead of pain, it felt wonderful.

Robin slid to my side and curled under my arm. He wrapped both hands around my burgeoning knot.

"Baby, huh?" I kissed his forehead, and he grinned up at me.

"I figured it was better than … you know."

"I don't hate it," I admitted. As we lay together, basking in the afterglow, I wondered what nickname I should give him.

I was still thinking through possibilities when Robin slid lower and snuck a hand behind him again, returning with a fresh coat of slick. He sealed his lips over the head of my cock while he smeared my knot with his slippery goodness.

"I'm too old for this," I mumbled.

His tongue pressed against the slit in my cock head, and the impossible happened. I burgeoned to full hardness, and I ached to come again. Robin worked his tongue into my foreskin and used his hands and chest to build enough friction on my knot. I came with a hoarse shout.

Robin didn't stop licking and sucking until my knot deflated and my cock returned to its regular size. I was hypersensitive after coming twice, but I didn't want it to end. I'd waited twenty-six years for his hands and mouth on me, and now, I never wanted him to stop.

* * *

It took me a week to give away everything I wasn't moving to The Pavilion. I thought it would take longer to show Tim how to use the tractor, but I'd misjudged his ability to not only see its uses but also upgrade it with his magic. Gone was my old Earthbound tilling and harvesting machine. In its place stood a magnificent magical construct with an almost sentient ability to sow and reap our crops for maximum yield.

Stranger still, I could feel my magic within the beast. With it, I could replicate the new equipment for every farm and field on Ignitas.

Finally, I had something to offer The Pavilion when we returned. I could give back after taking so much from Coz and Grindl, from Tuft, and now taking Lark and Punky's only omega son from them.

"Coz and Grindl's hatchlings lived, you know." Robin glared at me. He couldn't hear my thoughts, but he must have gotten enough flashes of imagery to know I was thinking about them. "And Tuft's loss was yours, too."

"It wasn't the same for me." For years, I'd wondered if I was a sociopath. I'd talked Tuft into mating with me, and then I'd been completely detached. "I assumed they wouldn't make it."

"It was too fucking cold down there, and you weren't compatible. Tuft said he didn't produce enough slick."

"I wasn't there." I sighed. "I should have known he was close to laying our eggs, but I went off to work and left him alone."

I'd been working in the underground fields that day. Though I hadn't possessed enough magic to keep the grow lights warm, I had pulled my share of weeds and carried buckets of water to the thirsty plants.

"Tuft doesn't blame you." Robin's gaze softened as he pulled me in for a hug in the bedroom, stripped of its furniture. He'd lost a button somewhere and wanted to scan each room with his magic to see if it was stuck in the floorboards. We'd already checked the main room and the bathroom, so this was the last place to check before declaring it permanently lost.

"Stop blaming yourself, especially for bonding with me. My parents have known about us since I was a week old. They've gotten over their issues. If they haven't, I'll yell at them myself."

I chuckled, imagining Robin head-to-head with Lark and then replacing my mental image. Punky was far more likely to have a problem with me. Lark knew me from our shared classes, at least. He'd watched me grow up a little in the year we taught together. Hell, he'd taught me a thing or two, too.

"What are you thinking?" Robin asked when I gripped him tighter around the waist.

"I miss them," I admitted.

Robin wasn't the only reason I'd run away. Lark and I had gotten too friendly when we taught together. Hell, Tuft had asked me for advice when it looked like Axel was going to leave him and return to Earth. How could he trust me after I'd made such horrible decisions?

Part of me felt as though returning was an equally bad decision. I should keep Robin with me in The Meadows. If his family wanted to see him, they would need to come to us.

I couldn't do that to Robin. He deserved all the happiness in the world. I alone couldn't give that to him, so he needed his family, friends, and bustling life back at the fortress. He'd gone to school to be a child psychologist. I couldn't trap him out here in The Meadows with a handful of children.

It wasn't that I had disliked life at The Pavilion. I'd enjoyed it too much. As reluctant as I was to be a teacher, Lark and I made a good team.

The first five years afterward, I had traveled the villages, taking an overall kobold census. I applied what I'd learned in the classroom throughout Ignitas. Too few of our communities had formal education. While I taught basic farming applications, I also taught conflict resolution without claws and even some kobold anatomy, thanks to Alma's overzealous teachings. It surprised me how much the other villages had forgotten over the years, especially those without a resident priestess.

I'd been alarmed when I reported the numbers back to Alma. The shortage of females was continent-wide, not limited to our region. Only when Galen and Mac broke the curse did I feel comfortable settling down in the community that needed me the most. The Meadows had no priestess, and their population was young and uneducated. I taught their teachers at night, and then I worked the fields during the day so they could educate the children.

Those children were all grown up now. Many had found their fated mates.

"Look." Robin bent down and picked a tortoise-shell button the same color as the wood off the floor. "We can leave now."

The old me would have made a joke about ripping his buttons off more often, or maybe about priorities, but I didn't have it in me. I kissed him instead. Too soon, he pushed away from me and led me outside.

I understood his rush to return home. His joy gave me a contact high through our bond.

He surprised me by turning the opposite direction from the stables, where Kermit was already packed to leave. I followed him to the big house, where he tacked a flyer for the dragon reunion to the community board in the dining room.

"It's in six weeks," I noted. This would be my first time seeing so many kobolds and dragons gathered in one place.

Now was not the time to get nervous. Kermit would smell it on me, and we'd end up in some random backwoods village instead of our home.

No matter how I felt about my past or what would happen in the future, The Pavilion would always be my home. With Robin by my side, it was time to return.