He pushed his finger in slowly and she felt her tiny rosette fight back against the intrusion. Bradi ran his other hand up her spine and rubbed his cock near her opening. “Relax, baby. Let me love all of you.”
Working his finger in and out of her slowly, he moved his other hand around to the front and began tweaking her swollen clit. Without thought, she bucked back against him, driving his shaft into her pussy and his finger deeper into her ass. The sensation of being so full was too much and she came instantly.
Bradi pulled out of her and placed the tip of his dick to her anus and slipped it in slowly.
White-hot pain tore through her body and for a second, Marisa thought she would either pass out or scream. Bradi reached around and toyed with her clit again, as he eased his length into her more. “Push down, baby. Push down.”
Marisa did as she was told and the pain lessened, quickly making way for a unique sensation that brought her pleasure. Her body tightened as another orgasm hit her. “Oh, yes, Bradi, yes. More!”
He pushed in to the hilt and she thought that she might explode.
“So tight. You feel so good.”
Bradi began moving in and out of her slowly, letting her ease into the idea of having his cock buried in a new location. Marisa was lost in the bliss of his tweaking, tugging, and screwing, and screamed out as yet another orgasm claimed her.
Bradi slammed his body to hers and released his seed into her. Moaning in ecstasy, he draped his body gently on hers, still buried in her and still coming.
“What the…? Marisa?”
The sound of Peter’s voice caught Marisa off guard and she turned to see Peter and Christian standing in the doorway. She leaned forward as Bradi withdrew slowly.
Disgust moved over Peter’s face and his eyes hardened. “You’re fucking our best man? My best? Marisa? It’s Bradi! You hate Bradi!”
Bradi gave her his shirt and it took her three tries to get it on because her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Marisa glanced at Peter and then to her husband. Bradi finished lacing his pants up and put his hand out to her. She took it carefully, and moved closer to him, needing the shelter, the safety of his arms.
Peter reached for his weapon and Christian put his hand on the man’s shoulder. “I would not advise that, Commander.”
Peter attempted to advance on Bradi, but Christian held him in place. “I would not advise that either.”
“Well, do you advise my best friend and fiancée to fuck each other senseless?”
Christian’s eyes met Marisa’s and she felt color creep over her face. The man had just watched her take it from behind. It didn’t get much more humiliating than that. “No, I do not advise that, but I do recommend that mated pairs—husband and wife, as you refer to them—join as often as possible. In as many ways as they wish to. Our race is dying out, and we need all the children we can get.”
“Husband and wife?” Peter said in disbelief.
Bradi stepped forward. “Pete, I am sorry. I never intended to fall in love with her. It just happened. I swear to you that the only reason I acted upon my feelings for Marisa was because we believed you were dead.”
Peter snapped his head up. “What? You’re telling me that you’re married to her? Oh gods, when in the hell? You never would have acted on it?” Resignation moved over Peter’s face. “You loved her before the crash, didn’t you?”
Bradi nodded. “I will not deny it. I have loved Marisa since the moment I laid eyes on her. Some part of me must have known that she was my true mate, even from the beginning.”
“I don’t give a shit what part of you figured out what, Bradi. You were my best friend. You don’t do that to friends.”
“Peter, you had little respect for Marisa. How many times did you ask me to cover for you when you were screwing someone else down in the privates’ quarters? How many times did you tell me that although Marisa was,” Bradi put his hands up and made quotes with his fingers, “a ‘looker,’ she wasn’t your type, but her family’s money made it all worthwhile?”
Marisa’s mouth fell open as she listened to Bradi accuse Peter of such awful things. Part of her wanted to think he lied, but inside, she knew what her husband said was true.
Peter locked gazes with her and laughed. “Oh, don’t look so shocked, Marisa. Why do you think I proposed to you without first getting to stick my dick in you?”
“Watch it, Pete. That is my wife to whom you are speaking.”
“And my friend,” Christian added, his tone as deadly as Bradi’s.
Peter chuckled. “No, that’s no one’s wife or friend. That’s a whore and an unfaithful little bitch.”
Bradi was on him in an instant. He pressed his clawed hand to Peter’s throat, as if daring him to say more.
Marisa ran to him and grabbed his arm. “Bradi, no. He’s not worth it.”
Peter’s gaze fell on her. “You let a shifter fuck you? Gods, Marisa, if I’d have known it was that easy to get a piece from you, I would have brought my dog along and let you suck my dick while he mounted you.”
Christian ripped Peter back a fraction of a second before Bradi slammed his clawed hand down. He struck the wall, leaving a gaping hole in place of where Peter’s head had just been.
Bradi growled and lunged for Peter. Christian put his hand out and white light spread forth from it, pinning Bradi in place. “Bradiainn, go and comfort your wife. I sense her distress and it is not good for her. I’ll see to this…thing.”
“Let me kill him, Christian!”
“No, friend. I cannot let you do that. You, of all people, understand the fine line we walk between being like Stegian’s men and staying decent. Allowing you to slay this man that you once called a friend could be your undoing, and I will not let that happen. I will accept this burden. Not you. You are a husband and soon to be a father.”
“Thank you, Christian,” Marisa said, moving to wrap her arms around her husband’s waist.
“Think nothing of it, little doctor.” He winked as he grabbed a grumbling Peter and stalked away.
“I need a bath.” Marisa tugged on Bradi. “Come and join me.”
A sharp pain shot through Marisa’s stomach and she clutched it quickly. It passed quickly and she righted herself. Lying her head against his back, she held him tight. “Why didn’t you tell me about all the things that Peter was doing when we were on the ship? I would have walked away from him.”
“And you would have terminated your employment with the Commission and I would have never seen you again.”
“You let him make a fool of me just to keep me around?” Marisa was shocked.
Bradi turned and pulled her to him. “No, Doc, I let him make a fool of himself just to keep you around, and I would do it again in an instant. I wanted you. And I couldn’t lose you. Come on, didn’t you mention a bath?”
“Yes.” She smiled mischievously. “I did, dear husband.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Thank you again,” Sevan said, pulling her into yet another hug.
Marisa patted his back and laughed. “All I did was assist in the delivery of your boys.” She glanced toward the room where Lorelei now rested.
It had been a long delivery, to tell the truth, and both she and Christian had been concerned about Lorelei. Her blood pressure had plummeted and they’d lost heartbeats on both babies.
Three months earlier, shortly after Peter had been dealt with, Lorelei had begun to experience odd cramps—similar to the ones Marisa now had on a regular basis but kept hidden from everyone else.
“You did more than just assist, Marisa,” Sevan said, his voice low, his tone even. “You combined your power with Christian’s and saved not only Lorelei’s life, but my children’s as well. I will never be able to thank you enough.”
“Sevan,” she said, putting her hand on his shoulder. “She would have done the same for me.”
He nodded, knowing it was true. Glancing back at the door, he smiled and let out a long breath. “I thoug
ht that I’d lost her there for a moment.”
Marisa patted his hand and motioned to the door. “Go, sit with her while she rests.”
Marisa rubbed her shoulders and did her best to let the tension out as she watched Sevan head into Lorelei’s room. Strong hands moved over her own and she jumped.
“Calm down, woman, it’s me.”
“Mmm, Bradi,” she said, rolling her shoulders under the weight of his touch. “That feels so good.”
Bradi wrapped his body around hers and she felt his cock digging into her back. “I could make you feel even better. Once, you’re rested of course.”
“Of course,” she said.
His hands slid around her and came to a rest on her very swollen belly. “How’s my son doing this morning? His mommy’s had a rough night and I’m worried about them both.”
As if on cue, the baby kicked out hard. Bradi yanked her back to him with such force that it knocked the wind out of her. “Was that what I thought it was?”
Marisa coughed and patted his large arms, encouraging him to loosen his hold on her. “Bradi.”
“Oh, sorry!” He kissed the top of her head gently. “Got excited.”
She ran her hand over his and pressed down lightly on her stomach. The baby immediately pushed back and Bradi gasped. “He’s a stubborn little thing with a heck of a kick.”
“Have you thought about a name for him yet?”
Marisa turned to talk to her husband and the room suddenly seemed to spin around her. She swayed and Bradi grabbed her. “Doc?”
Righting herself quickly, she smiled up at him, not wanting to alarm him. His stubble-covered jawline was tight and she knew he was concerned about her. The pregnancy had been plagued with problems for the last couple of months, but she’d done a fairly good job of hiding that from Bradi. He had enough to worry about as it was. The added stress of knowing she wasn’t doing as well as expected wasn’t something she wanted to concern him with.
The spies they had in Stegian’s camp had reported that his people were up to something again, so Bradi and the rest of the group had been busy preparing for the inevitable. His full focus needed to be there. Besides, she was the healer and the doctor. The only thing he’d be able to do was worry.
She didn’t want that.
Telling him that she wasn’t sure she’d make it through the pregnancy seemed wrong at a time like this. His people needed him level-headed, not worried and grieving. One problem after another had arisen and Marisa had done her best to heal herself, but for some reason, her powers couldn’t seem to fix this.
She chanced a glance down at her belly. No one knew for sure how long she’d be pregnant for. From talking with Christian, the non-shifter women of their race did not gestate as long as a human woman would. And sometimes those carrying children with shifter DNA went even less than that. And since no one had ever seen a pairing between whatever she was, and Bradi, a shifter male, no one could guess at how long she’d need to carry the baby.
And the baby, like his father seemed very capable of causing interference with her implanted medical scanner. Even she didn’t know how developed he was, and that scared her. Especially with all the issues she’d been having with the pregnancy. Issues that she’d been unable to diagnose with any type of modern medical means. Whatever type of magik that Bradi had, his son did as well, and it wrecked havoc on most everything modern she tried to use on it.
Her fear for their unborn child grew with each passing day. Deep down, she worried that something would go horribly wrong with the pregnancy or something else would happen—something that would harm the child. It had been why she’d been unable to bring herself to suggest names for the child.
“Doc? What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re lying.”
She really hated the fact that Bradi and his shifter sister could sense a lie. It made it extremely hard to hide the problems in the pregnancy. “I’m just tired, honey. Really. I need some rest.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Bradi rose slowly from the table and glanced around the briefing room. Sevan seemed preoccupied, most likely from lack of sleep. Twins will do that to you. Jordan hadn’t taken his eyes off Nina since he’d arrived, but he proved to be well versed in the art of war, so Bradi let that slide. Nina was completely engrossed in the latest reports on Stegian, and Christian was staring Bradi right in the eyes.
“What troubles you, old friend?” asked Christian.
Bradi forced a smile to his face and did his best to look as though he had no cares in the world. Christian shook his head, indicating that he wasn’t buying it, and Bradi shrugged. There was no way that he was about to pour his heart out about being concerned over Marisa. She’d seemed fine when he woke up this morning and had insisted that she was going to go and visit Lorelei and the new twins later today. Against his better judgment, he’d agreed to let her go. Yet, a nagging feeling that something was off had been at him all day.
“What of the news regarding Stegian’s interest in Dr. Langston?” Nina asked, always one to get straight to the point. “These reports are littered with her name. Why does he have so many looking into her?”
Christian leaned forward and tapped his hand on the table. “Nina, is it so hard for you to refer to her as Marisa, or even Dr. Janelle? She is your brother’s mate now.”
Nina rolled her eyes and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, Bradiainn, I meant no disrespect. But I feel a woman should keep her own identity, separate from a man.”
Bradi waved his hand in the air, dismissing it all, and walked toward the back wall. They’d been gathered around the conference table for the majority of the day and had made minimal headway in figuring out what it was that seemed to make the monster who shared their planet fixate on his woman.
He looked to Christian. “Any news of Peter?”
Christian sighed. “No. Have you told Marisa the truth?”
“That Stegian’s men raided the holding cell you had Pete in and that they took him? Uh, no. She doesn’t love the guy anymore and I’m pretty sure she assumed you killed him, but telling her he might be under the thumb of a madman who is torturing him or worse, no. I have not had that talk with her yet.”
“She should know. Stegian may have gained information about her from Peter. This could explain his obsession with her,” said Christian.
“But she swore to me that Pete didn’t even know she could heal,” Bradi protested. “What the fuck does he want with my mate? I can’t do this. I can’t worry nonstop. I should get back to her. Something is off.”
“Relax,” Christian said, appearing next to him. “Pheebes is guarding Marisa.”
“I know. I just can’t help but worry about her. Things are not as they should be with her pregnancy. She tries to hide that from me, but I can sense it. I can sense the strain the babe puts on her system. I can’t lose her. I can’t lose either of them.”
“I know.” Christian drew in a deep breath and patted Bradi’s back.
No part of him wanted to ask the question that had to be spoken aloud, but he had little choice. He had to know. “Will she live, Christian?”
“Are you not concerned about the child?”
Bradi slammed his fist into the wall, dangerously close to Christian’s head. All eyes fell upon him, but he didn’t care. “Of course I am concerned about my son, but I cannot lose my mate, my wife, my world. I can’t lose either one!”
“It may come down to a decision, and I believe that Marisa will choose the baby, Bradiainn.”
“I know.” Bradi hung his head, hoping that no one would notice the unshed tears in his eyes.
“If she instructs me to save the child and not her, then I will abide by her wishes, old friend.”
Bradi nodded. He knew that Christian would honor whatever Marisa wanted, and he knew that he hated the fact that the possibility of having to pick between his wife and his son was fast becoming a reality.
Closing his eyes
, Bradi did something he hadn’t done since his mother was alive—he prayed.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Tell me, witch, what news have you?” Stegian asked, as he approached one of his favorite old crones.
She tipped her head and lifted her arms upwards. “Ah, I drain the child of its life force as we speak. Every day I take more and more.”
“Why is it not dead?” He grabbed her arm and jerked her to him. “I do not wish to have to kill you, but I will.”
With her face so close to his, he could smell her stagnant breath. His stomach turned at the sight of her wrinkled, pale green skin and hairy chin. She gave him a wide, milky-eyed stare and he knew that she looked into his soul, or what little was left of it.
“You fear the coming of the child. Why?”
“I fear nothing.”
Her foul breath brought bile up in his throat and he needed blood to wash it down. Lacing his long fingers around her neck, he tipped his head and smiled down at her. His power poured through him and he watched with a sick satisfaction as her skin pulled back from her bones.
She shrieked and reached for him. Before she was able to touch him, he let her go. Her face returned to its normal ugly mess as she panted. “Master, I drain the child to near death each day, but its mother’s healing powers bring it back.”
If what the crone said was true, then this child would be born not only part werepanther, but also with the power of a healer like no other. That was not acceptable. He’d spent too many years building his empire here to allow another generation of daywalkers to threaten him. “Then we shall kill the mother.”
“Master,” Yunoc said from behind him. “They keep the compound tightly guarded and the women are watched constantly.”
Stegian turned and put his hand out toward the door. “I know the perfect bait.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Marisa walked slowly toward Lorelei and Sevan’s home. She didn’t need to look back to know Pheebes followed her. He’d been trailing her for the greater portion of the day. She knew that he meant well, but it was annoying all the same.
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