Ice Planet Honeymoon (Four Novellas of HEA)

“Please,” I choke out again, and the way he breathes my name on his lips does something to me. The shudder of it starts low in my belly, and the next thing I know, I’m coming, my entire being tightening in a wild, impossible release that feels exquisite and is somehow exactly what I needed.

Aehako thrusts into me, his movements careful and precise until I clench tight around him, and then the breath heaves from his lungs and he’s coming, too, his release making our bodies slide wetly together even as he thrusts deeper. I moan one last time as he covers me, his heated skin pressed to mine, and then he collapses in the furs, his arms tight as he drags me with him.

I squirm on the blankets with him, because his spur is still buried in me from behind, and it’s…not the most easy-to-ignore sensation. Now that he’s sated and relaxed, maybe I can get him to tell me what’s going on.

“So…” I begin quietly. “Is there anything you want to tell me?”

12

AEHAKO

I flex my hips against my mate’s backside, loving the feel of my cock—and the tip of my spur—seated in her body. Even after several turns of the moon, the eagerness for mating that resonance brought to us feels unabated. I can see her flick her mane, and I get hard. She looks at me through her lashes and I get hard. She snores and puts her cold feet on me…I get hard.

Truly, I am the luckiest of males.

So when she pats the arm I wrap around her waist? I get hard. I lean in close and brush my lips against the curve of her small ear.

“So. Is there anything you want to tell me?” Kira asks.

I try to think, but it is near impossible with the hot clasp of her body holding my cock. “I…love you?” Humans like to hear the “love” word often, so I try to tell it to Kira many times a day. Sometimes she is moody because of the kit, though, and needs to hear it more often. I think for a moment and then add, “You look very beautiful today?”

She slaps my arm and then wriggles out of my grasp. My cock leaves the warmth of her body and then she moves away from me on the blankets, grabbing new furs as if she is going to make a nest for herself. “You are impossible. Just tell me already!”

I sit up, confused. “Tell you what?”

Kira meets my eyes and to my surprise, she looks as if she is about to weep. “Don’t do this to me, Aehako. Tell me what’s wrong with the baby.”

My heart seizes in my chest. It is my worst nightmare coming true. “What is wrong with our kit?”

“You tell me!” She bursts into tears. “No more secrets! You can’t withhold secrets from a pregnant woman!”

“I do not know what you mean, Sad Eyes.” I slide across the blankets, moving toward her and trying to take her in my arms, ignoring her feeble slaps. “Tell me what is wrong with our kit. Did you feel something bad? Did something move that is not supposed to move?” A new worry hits me. “Did I hit it with the head of my cock?” Sometimes when I tilt her hips just right, I get so deep that I worry about such things, even if it cannot be true. Unless…

She makes a noise that is half snort, half sobbing. “Don’t make me laugh! I’m mad at you!” Her small fist smacks my chest.

I want to be relieved—so I did not jab my son—or daughter—with my cock—but she keeps crying and my heart will not slow down in its fevered, frightened pounding. “Kira, I am very confused right now.”

“You said you would tell me if there was a problem with the baby, but I caught you talking to Rokan and you changed subjects and had this look on your face—”

“What look?” I sputter.

“The guilty look!”

I have a guilty look? Wait. What does this have to do with my brother? “Is there something wrong with our kit?” I ask again, trying to stay patient.

“You were talking to Rokan about dreams,” she cries, swiping at her cheeks. “You tell me. What do the dreams mean?”

I stare blankly. I still have no idea what she is talking about.

At my expression, she continues. “Sessah said you were talking to Rokan about dreams. You told me your dreams weren’t like his! That you didn’t have the knowing sense!”

Dreams. Dreams. I think hard, trying to remember what it is I talked to Rokan about that would have had me look guilty and dreams and…oh. “I told Rokan that you and the kit were all of my dreams coming true.”

Her tears ease, a little. “You…what? You did?”

“Yes. And Sessah heard that, I assume.” I am going to throttle my little brother for scaring my mate.