Page 12 of The Monster at the End of This Molt (The Monster at the End of His Pregnancy #4)

Chapter Twelve

Weld

By the time I reached our new cabin, Robin was already standing on the porch. Yes, I could have teleported, too, but the walk helped me clear my head.

"I grabbed food from the cafeteria," he said. "Do you want to talk over dinner, or do you still need some time to process," he waved his hand at the cabin door, "everything?"

"I'm ready to talk, and I'll try to eat." After the impromptu teleportation to Tuft's house, I still felt a little queasy, not to mention emotionally overwhelmed. I hadn't been ready to visit our hatchlings' little memorial so soon after our return, and immediately on the heels of Axel's comment about adding kids' rooms.

I changed my mind the moment Robin led me to the table and pointed toward the dish of vegetable pasta on my plate. It looked delicious and smelled even better. I'd devoured half of it before I remembered.

"We're supposed to talk," I said around a forkful of pasta.

He laughed. "Eat first."

I swallowed my bite before continuing. Tuft had always hated it when I spoke with my mouth full. I swirled my fork over the top of the half-eaten vegetarian dish. "The vegetarian thing started as a lie when I first arrived at The Meadows."

"Oh?"

"It's true now. If I tried to eat meat, it would probably make me sick."

"Why the lie?"

"The big house, with everyone gathered in the dining hall, reminded me too much of what I'd left behind. I didn't deserve to make new friends."

Robin frowned. "How do you feel about it now?"

"Like an asshole." I shrugged. "That was the whole point, I suppose. I knew this day would come, when we would return home. I didn't want to leave a gaping wound in anyone's life."

I forked more noodles into my mouth and forced to chew and swallow them so I didn't ramble on like a pompous fool. "I sound ridiculous, don't I?"

"Not at all. You wanted to protect yourself from more heartache. I get it."

"It sounds worse when you say it." Was I really that selfish?

"I think you're protecting yourself from me, too."

He sounded so sad. "How so?"

"You wanted me to top because you're not ready to mark me."

"You're wrong." I wanted to pull him into my lap, but he had already tucked back into his spaghetti and meatballs to avoid eye contact. "I am ready to claim you for the world to see."

His gaze snapped back to me. "You are?"

I nodded. "Absolutely. I'll do it tonight." I thought of the little memorial stone again, and my confidence faltered.

"But?"

"I'm not ready for kids." The words rushed out of me on a breath, barely audible.

Robin studied me for a moment, and I worried he was angry with me. I'd had twenty-six years to prepare for this, after all. Plenty of time to mourn and get over my worries about losing another clutch.

Instead, I sensed hope and longing through our bond. "You want to mark me? Really?"

"Pretty sure your parents will gut me and string me up on the fortress spike if I don't." Maybe Punky had been joking, but I didn't want to push my luck.

"It's all I've wanted, my whole life." He gazed across the table at me. "As long as I have you, the rest … it seems blasphemous to say, but I don't want kids until you're ready for them. Even if you're never ready, that's fine with me."

I blinked, and hot tears dripped down my face. "Really? Even if it's never?"

He nodded. "It's not like we're going extinct anymore. Galen jokes about it being overcrowded. We're nowhere near where we were before the dragons went on their killing spree, but the folks born between you and me," he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, "they've been busy."

I laughed at his silly face, and then I laughed at myself because I'd been worried about this conversation. He laughed with me, and my heart swelled with love.

I loved him so much, but the words stuck in my throat. I'd told him I loved him daily when he was just a little guy. I'd called him "Boss," because even when he was a tiny omega, he could push me around like no one else.

I snorted at the memory. Boss wasn't the sexiest nickname I could call him in bed, but I still hadn't thought of anything else.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

"Remember how I used to call you Boss?"

He hid his face behind his hands. "Yes!"

"Is it too weird?"

"For bedroom talk?" He laughed so hard he snorted. "Yeah, it's weird, but it fits us, don't you think, Baby?"

After we finished our meals and I loaded the magical dishwasher, I tried it out. "Want to come to bed with me, Boss?"

He bounded up from the couch and ran to me. I braced for impact, and he leaped into my arms, legs wrapped around my waist, his elbows resting on my shoulders as his fingers twisted into my hair. "Yes, yes, yes."

He kissed me, and I did my best to feel my way along the wall to the bedroom. The room was bigger than my old one, so I stumbled a few more steps before my knees finally touched the mattress. I bent over to lie him on his back.

"Claim me, Baby." He pulled me down on top of him.

In a flash, our clothes disappeared, magicked away to wherever Robin sent them. With nothing between us, I sobered. "You're still on board if I use the birth control spell on my cock?"

"I've already spelled my channel, too. No surprise pregnancies."

He blinked his huge golden eyes at me, and I swooned from the trust coursing through our bond. He trusted me to mate with him, even without the promise of children. Relief flooded through me.

I once thought any omega would do, but that wasn't true anymore. Robin was it for me. I almost professed my love then and there. Instead, I kissed him, showing him what I was too afraid to say.

I rolled onto my back in the middle of the bed, tugging him with me. He looked startled at first, but then he snuggled against me. "What are we doing?"

"Going at your pace."

He grinned down at me as he pushed off my chest, raising up to sit on my hips with his knees to either side of me. The backs of his balls were drenched with slick already, and he dragged them along the length of my cock.

"What if my pace is fast and hard?"

I planted my heels on the bed and thrust upward, bucking him forward. He splayed his hands across my chest, and I grinned. "I'm here for it."

"Slow and sensual?" He leaned forward, dragging more slick along the underside of my cock.

"However you want." I caught myself grabbing onto his hips and dropped my hands to my sides. "Whatever you want."

"I want your hands on my body," he said. "Touch me wherever you can reach me. When I get close, I want you to grab my cock, but not until I say so."

I nodded, my throat too tight for words. We were doing this. Robin was here, now, with one hand behind his back. His warm and slick fingers circled my cock for two strokes, and then he angled me just right and pressed down.

He opened for me, and I moaned as my cock slipped inside his tight channel. He glided onto me with the gentle pull of gravity and a twist of his hips. When my cock was fully inside him, we both sighed out a breath.

"Better than I ever imagined," I muttered.

Robin blinked his eyes open above me. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Robin's copious slick was even more proof Tuft and I hadn't been compatible. My previous partner hadn't made enough slick for me to enter him like this. We'd used Earth lubrication, but it wasn't the same.

Robin's slick heat was unlike anything I had experienced. Now, I couldn't imagine sex without it, without him.

He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as he rolled his hips. His every move captivated me. After watching him for a few minutes, I remembered his request to touch him. I lifted my hands to caress his sleek chest and smooth abdomen. He squirmed when I neared his trimmed patch of pubic hair, but he wasn't ready for me to stroke his cock yet. I returned my hands to his chest, skimming over where his human nipples would be. He moaned and leaned into my touch, and a drip of precome landed on my abs.

I'd avoided thinking and talking about sex for the last twenty-six years. Now, the words poured out of me in a rush. "You're so gorgeous like this. You take my cock so well."

"I'm not going to last," he whispered. "Your cock is better than any toy."

"Wait until you feel my knot."

"Nngh."

I dropped my hands lower, thinking he was close. His eyes flashed open, and he grabbed my wrists, dragging my hands back up to his chest.

"Not yet."

He increased his pace and leaned forward on his knees. His legs shook when he found the angle he needed. I held him up as he rode me toward ecstasy.

"Need you." Robin settled on my cock and rolled his hips, pushing me even closer to the edge. I palmed the tip of his cock, and that was all he needed. Hot cum rained down on my shoulder, chest, and hip, and the rest dribbled between my fingers as I stroked him through it.

His channel gripped me tight as he continued to rock his hips. He leaned forward and his tongue darted out to lick a drop of his cum from my chest, his gaze never leaving mine. He was the sexiest omega I had ever seen, and he was all mine.

He stretched out on my chest, his mouth seeking the juncture of my shoulder and neck. I lifted on my elbows to give him the height he needed to mark me where it counted.

The sting of pleasure and pain took me over the edge into bliss. I came hard, and he continued to rotate his hips in a clockwise motion, prolonging it even as my knot expanded inside him.

I lifted my knees to shove his body closer to my mouth. His shoulders were almost as thick as mine, but the cord of muscle at his neck was easy to grip and pierce with my sharp teeth. Blood filled my mouth.

I healed the mark with my magic, and Robin collapsed to my chest with a whimper. His tight channel felt too good to resist. I continued to thrust my knot into him until his cock pulsed valiantly and more cum spurted between us.

"It feels even better than I expected," he whispered.

I was too far gone for words. His channel spasmed around me again, and I shook with my second orgasm, thanks to the blissful power of the mating bite and my perfect omega.

My knot deflated soon after, but Robin was already asleep on my chest, rung out from his orgasms. Thankfully, my spell had held like a sturdy condom.

I gently lifted Robin off me and made a trip to the bathroom. I released the spell into the toilet and cleaned myself up. Another quick spell, and Robin was clean, warm, and dry in a pair of his magical compression shorts.

Sex with him had been wondrous, but I loved curling around him and holding him to my chest just as much. I kissed his temple and thanked the gods, fates, and whatever else was listening for my precious omega. Few others would have agreed to my compromise.

I'd told Robin the truth. I wanted the rest of the world to know he was mine, but I wasn't ready to lose another clutch. He'd accepted it, and me, without hesitation. Now, my only worry was how his family would take it.