My Alien's Baby (Draci Alien 2)

To imagine a day like this… Well, I’m still not sure if it can be real.

Because how often does a man get all he ever wanted?

It doesn’t happen.

But since the day I stumbled back into my frozen village and found… I shake my head to dispel the memories.

I just never thought I would have a place to belong ever again. I never thought I would feel warmth in my soul. And this cannot be a dream because I never even dreamed of someone like Ana.

Ana and I go home and as soon as the door closes, we are in each other’s arms.

I look at her now. We are in her bed, a new dawn just beginning to light the sky outside the window. The connection between us was stronger than ever when we mated again. Each time I see little bit further inside her. We share a little bit more of each other.

Soon enough, I will know her completely. I will know why the little frowns sometimes cross her face. I will learn how to make her as happy as she makes me. I will be the best mate anyone has ever known.

I will not lose what I have just found. Fortune be damned.

Ana’s pink hair fans out on the pillow around her petite face. Why is it that color? I haven’t seen any other humans with hair that is such a hue. It doesn’t surprise me, though. My Ana is unique. Her features are so delicate. Her little nose upturns at the end. The hair of her eyebrows is so delicate and defined. Humans have fur in such funny places.

And then there are her lush, pink lips that so entice me. I want to lick them right now, or perhaps draw back the coverings and suckle her teats.

She reacts so beautifully when I manipulate them with my tongue. Or my teeth. I need only suckle her nipple and then her scent will release into the air and she will begin to make the pleasure noises, before I have even touched her ever-glistening sex.

Even thinking such thoughts has my cocks descending. Cocks. That is what she prefers to call them. I like it. I like the hungry way she touches them even better.

And when I am inside her body and she clenches around me—

I don’t mean to groan aloud but Ana stirs the sheets and her eyes blink lazily open.

She smiles as soon as she sees my face.

But then she sits up abruptly in bed.

She flips on the light on her bedside table and examines her arms frantically. My stomach goes sour.

She is looking for scales and like yesterday morning, they are nowhere to be found. I didn’t even think of it as I was gazing at her moments ago.

“Ana,” I try to say but she sits up and swings her legs off the side of the bed, her back to me.

“It’s fine,” she says. The unsteady quiver in her voice says the opposite. As does her heaving back.

My chest is being cracked open like a najac fruit. I cannot stand her being in pain. “Please, Ana, tell me how I can help.”

She shakes her head back and forth, her pink hair catching the first rays of morning light as dawn breaks.

Her rejection is unacceptable. I must fix this.

I leap off the bed and hurry around it, crouching at her feet and grasping her hands. Her eyes are squeezed shut but I hold her hands tight.

“Ana, my mate, your pain is my pain. I’m so sorry I have failed to implant a kit inside you.”

She shakes her head again and her eyes open, shining with the tears that I now hate. I only want her smiles or for her eyes to water in the throes of pleasure. This sadness I cannot bear.

“I just don’t understand,” she whispers despairingly. “I should be ovulating. It’s the right time of month. I track everything on a calendar. I don’t know why it’s not working.”

I squeeze her hands again.

“We will mate all day long, then,” I say fiercely. “We will not leave this bed until you are impregnated with my kit.”

She laughs and pulls her hands away from mine to swipe at her tears. “God, I’m sorry. I’m being so stupid.” She covers her face with her hands and breathes out heavily. “Okay, ignore me.” She lowers her hands and shakes them out. “I’m being dumb and needy.”

“I do not like these words. Stupid. Dumb.” I frown. “They are not words for my Ana. If you have needs then I will fulfill them.”

I lift her and lay her back on the bed, then hover over her. “And if a kit needs implanting, then we must provide more seed.”

A small smile curves her lips and she lifts a hand to caress my cheek. “Are you real, Ezosish?”