A lie. A bittersweet lie.
Chapter 21
Six days later…
Macy lay on the bed, on her stomach. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
“I have no idea whatsoever.” Sand was deadpan.
“Don’t say that,” she sounded panicky. Of course she did. How could she not in this situation? “How can you say that?” Her voice was shrill.
“Because it’s the truth. I’ve never done anything like this before.” At least he sounded calm. That was something.
“You have the instructions, right?”
“Yes, I do. I’ve read them four times. I know what to do.” He seemed distracted. Then again, he was busy.
Macy pushed out a sigh. “Oh good. Earlier you made it sound like you had no clue.”
“I don’t have a clue.”
“Don’t say that!” she hollered, turning and looking over her shoulder. Macy wanted to run away or to hide. This was an important part of the process, so she could do neither.
He chuckled, standing up. “You’re cute when you’re worried.”
“Cute, my ass,” she mumbled.
“I happen to think you have a very cute ass.” He grinned at her.
All she could see was the syringe in his hand. Moreover, all she could see was the needle. It was covered with a cap but, it was there, and it was long and sharp. Sand walked over to where she was lying. He had already placed the alcohol swab next to the bed. “Are you ready?” he asked as he sat down next to her. The bed dipped.
“No,” she shook her head, “but since I’ll never be ready, you may as well do this.”
“That’s the spirit. Now, remember what Brittney said, stay as relaxed as possible. This is a shot into the muscle. If you’re tense, there’s more chance you’ll feel it.”
“Don’t say that.” She was breathing more rapidly, her fingers white-knuckled in the tangled sheets. Macy felt like a big ninny but couldn’t help it. “I can’t relax and that makes me even more tense. It’s a vicious circle.”
“Britt said that it isn’t a bad shot. You shouldn’t feel much, if anything at all.”
“Only if I’m relaxed,” she practically yelled. Her eyes felt big. “If you’re tense it hurts, and I can’t seem to make myself calm down.”
Sand chuckled, he quickly cleared his throat, forcing himself to stop. “Sorry!” He cleared his throat again. “I’m not going to hurt you, Mace. It’s just a little prick.”
“You don’t know what you’re doing though.”
“That’s true but it will be fine.” She heard him put the syringe down. Then he ripped the packet.
She jerked when his hand touched her ass. Just his hand. It was warm.
“I’m not doing anything yet,” he said as he rubbed her skin in slow easy circles.
“I know,” she looked up at the ceiling, “but I can’t help it.”
“Lift your hips a little.” She did as he said.
Sand pulled her silk nighty up. It was still morning. Even though the Feral had brought them clothing, Macy hadn’t changed yet. He continued rubbing, directly onto her skin. “That’s it,” he said. “Breathe in and out. In and out.” His voice was soothing.
Then he wiped an area on her ass with the swab. It was cold from the alcohol. Sand pressed his finger down onto her skin. She grit her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. This was it. Relax. Relax! Stay calm! Breathe. In and out and in and out.
Sand chuckled as he wiped her skin with the swab again. Then he— What was he doing? — He pressed a kiss to the area he had just swabbed.
“You’re kissing my ass?” she asked, sounding as shocked as she felt. “Just do it already, I’m dying here.”
He laughed harder. “You’re all done.”
“I’m all done? What?” she bleated, filled with both excitement and sheer relief.
He gripped her hips, preventing her from turning over. “That wasn’t so bad was it?”
Was it her imagination or had his voice dropped a couple of octaves? She looked back over her shoulder. His eyes were locked onto her ass. They were intent. Sand bit down on his lower lip. It was a look she recognized.
The bed dipped as he moved in behind her.
“Um…what are you doing?” she asked as he lifted her up, onto all fours.
“I’m kissing you better.” No doubt about it, his voice was a deep rumble. He kissed her butt cheek a second time and then leaned over her, kissing her between her shoulder blades.
“Are you initiating sex?” she frowned. “We don’t have to have sex anymore, Sand.” They shouldn’t have sex. It wasn’t a good idea.
“I know that.” His hands stayed on her hips. His boxer-clad erection bumped against her ass as he moved. “I meant what I said before, I enjoy fucking you.” His hand dipped between her thighs, zoning in on her clit.
She gasped. His touch instantly set her nerve-endings on fire. No fair. Need surged through her and she moaned. “We shouldn’t,” she managed to push out.
“Why not?” A husky rumble.
Because she had feelings for him. Because he didn’t feel the same way about her. Because things were about to get complicated.
She groaned. That finger though. Her belly had tightened up, her hips rocked forward. “Because we don’t have to anymore,” she mumbled, her breathing picking up.
“I want to, Macy. You want me too, don’t you?” She was shocked at how vulnerable he sounded.
She wanted to stop him. Wanted to, but that finger…. She licked her lips as pleasure coursed through her, as her nipples tightened up some more, rubbing against the silk nighty. Her ass lifted, almost of its own accord, her body preparing to take him inside it. “Yes,” she groaned.
Sand stopped and moved back, his hot breath on her upper thighs. Before she could speak, his tongue traced the seam of her pussy, making her cry out instead.
“I love the way you taste.” Sand lapped at her clit, his tongue moving fast in firm strokes that had her clenching her teeth to keep from screaming out. He knew her body so well. He knew how hard, or soft he needed to be at any given moment. He knew where to touch her and just what she liked.
Seconds later, she lost the battle, screaming his name as her pussy clenched with an orgasm so fierce that it had her eyes watering and her pulse racing. Good god, but he was good. It had also been a couple of days since they had done this.
His hands were still on her hips, luckily, they held her in place, or she would’ve sunk into a boneless heap as soon as he let up on her clit. Her cheek rested against the cool, cotton sheet. Her breath came in hard, ragged pants. Her hands fisted the sheets.
Sand groaned. “You have the best ass.” He palmed one of her cheeks. “I’m afraid that this prick is going to be significantly bigger than the last,” he said as he crouched over her. “It won’t hurt, though. Not at all.” He pulled his boxers down.
She laughed. It quickly turned into a moan as Sand pressed the tip of his cock against her opening. He leaned over her, caging her body with his, his chest covering her back. “I love being inside you, Macy,” he growled, nipping at her shoulder.
“I love you…inside me.” She was panting. The pressure increased as his thick head breached her opening. It stung a little.
His finger found her clit, which he circled with the tip of his index finger. It felt incredible. She could already feel the beginning of another orgasm. Sand pushed in deeper, he groaned. “I’m going to miss this,” he ground out.
This.
Not her.
Loved fucking her.
It was the fucking he loved. Not her!
Sand bottomed out inside her. His finger slipping and sliding over her clit. Softly, ever so softly. Sand began to move using hard, easy strokes. He grunted hard a couple of times, her mind turned to mush. Her body giving itself over to him. Every part of her. Not just sex.
Sand picked up the pace, his balls slapping against her ass. Her body sucking him in. She was groaning and w
himpering and moaning. She was falling…falling…falling. Falling in all ways. Macy whimpered, “I’m going to come…again…soon.”
Sand eased the pressure off her clit. He slowed his strokes until he almost stopped moving. “Want it to last,” he grunted, still deep inside her.
Macy turned to look over her shoulder, her eyes zoning in on his thick, long cock as it moved in and out of her. He was crouched over slightly at the waist. His eyes were focused on where they were joined. “I fit you perfectly.”
* * *
Utter perfuckingfection.
Her ass was magnificent. As was the deep curve of her hip and the elegant length of her back. Her glistening pussy was swollen from her earlier release. It stretched tightly around his girth. A deep delicious pink. Her slit was covered in fur, which was dripping with her juices. Her clit was swollen beneath his finger. It was wet and easy to toy with. He needed to go really easy. This felt so fucking good, he never wanted it to end. The idea of her carrying his whelps made him scared fucking shitless but it also turned him on. How was that possible? Must be an instinctual thing and his instincts were riding him. Which was normal. He couldn’t panic about it. He tried not to think too much about it either. He was just going to enjoy the moment and take things as they came
His finger stayed right there on her clit. Continued to play with the tight bundle of nerves, loving the way her breath came in pants and hard groans.
His balls had pulled up, already tight inside of him, ready for release.
“Oh, my…” she groaned. “Oh god…oh.” Macy was really close. He wasn’t going to be able to keep this up for much longer. Sweat dripped down his brow. She pushed back against him. That glorious ass of hers bounced a little with each thrust. Perfection. All of it.
He snarled as he picked up a steady pace. It wasn’t long and her pussy walls fluttered.
“Oh, my…oh…I’m going to…” Her back arched up against him. Her pussy clamping down as she came. So freaking tight it almost hurt. He could hardly move. Could hardly breathe as the first spasm of his own orgasm hit. It pulled the air right out of him. Instinct took over as he clamped his mouth on her shoulder and bit down. Holding her in place. His hands closed on her hips.
Mine.
Pleasure coursed through him. Macy squirmed beneath him, screaming his name again as her pussy released and clenched in time with her orgasm. Her hands clawed at the sheets. Her back was bowed. He held her in place. Just when he thought he was done, another spurt left him. His eyes rolled back. Sand growled fiercely, letting her shoulder go. He rocked into her, riding the wave, drawing out her pleasure at the same time.
He finally slumped over her, careful not to put too much weight on her. Then he realized what he had done and pulled back. “Are you hurt?”
Macy moaned.
“Mace?” He touched her shoulder. There were teeth marks, but he hadn’t actually broken the skin. Thank fuck! What the hell was wrong with him!
“You can bite me anytime,” she mumbled, sounding drunk.
“Yeah, I probably shouldn’t do that again.” His mind was reeling.
“Why not?” She turned back. Her eyes were hazy. She looked sated. Completely and utterly sated. Beautiful. Her gorgeous blue eyes were hooded. Her lids at half-mast. Her cheeks were flushed red. Her hair was an adorable mess.
“It’s mating behavior. It must be my instincts. That’s all, just my stupid instincts. This whole pregnancy thing.” He pulled out of her, pulling up his boxers. “It’s messing with my head. It won’t happen again.”
Her eyes got this look. He wasn’t sure what it was exactly, only that it wasn’t good, and he didn’t like the way it made him feel to see her like that. “You okay?”
“I’m good. Make that great. I did enjoy it. You’re right though, that can’t happen again. We probably shouldn’t have sex again either. It’s too complicated now.”
“I won’t bite you again, Mace.” He rubbed a hand down her back. “But I’m going to try my luck when it comes to the sex part of the equation. We’re so damned compatible. My dick does a happy dance every time I’m inside you.”
She didn’t say anything, which he didn’t like either. Why couldn’t they keep having sex? It wasn’t that much of a big deal.
“I’m going to shower quickly and then I’m making you breakfast.” He kissed her shoulder. “You stay right there. Take a nap. I’ll bring you breakfast in bed.”
“Sounds good.” She nodded, giving him a smile. He didn’t like the way the smile made him feel either. Like he had done something wrong. Maybe it was just nerves. Macy was most likely pregnant. His own gut churned.
Chapter 22
Three days later…
“I’ll be right back.” She started to turn.
“No!” the Feral shouted. Macy turned back again. “I will go with you.” The creature nodded, then cocked her head in that strange way.
“What?” Macy frowned. “Um…it’s a little private, don’t you think?” She widened her eyes.
“No. It is a bodily function. Natural and normal. Besides, I must be there.” Macy realized that the female was worried. She was frowning and her eyes were narrowed. She looked tense in general.
“Okay,” Macy said. “Suit yourself.” She glanced over at Sand. He gave a nod.
She’d already had three hCG injections. This test would be positive whether she was pregnant or not. They had orchestrated it that way. Her breasts felt a little tender this morning and the thought of having milk with her tea earlier had made her feel queasy. All normal when using hCG and when pregnant. She had no way of knowing which one was the true cause of her symptoms.
Sand had pointed out that all dragons were averse to lactose. That it wasn’t just a preference for him but a characteristic of his kind. He’d thrown the fact out there, where it simmered between them. Could she be pregnant? She most likely was pregnant and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. Part of her got excited at the idea. She couldn’t help it. The bigger, rational side of her grew afraid. It was that side of her that prayed it hadn’t happened. Sand had warned her that most heats did result in pregnancy. Most, but not all. They hadn’t talked about it much, aside from skirting around the topic. They would face whatever came their way when the time came.
“Are you alright, human?” the Feral asked, dragging her out of her own head.
She nodded. “I’m fine.”
“Do you have it?”
Macy held up the box. “Right here.”
“Good. Let us go.”
“You do know that it might not show up positive yet?” Macy mentioned, just in case the drugs somehow hadn’t worked yet.
“I remember exactly what the human healer said. It could take a couple of tries. That we should keep trying until your bloods come in before giving this up as a failure. That is why we have a couple of those boxes.” She looked pointedly at the pregnancy test in Macy’s hand.
“Alright, let’s go then.” She glanced at Sand. He looked tense and was pacing. Macy wasn’t sure if he really felt nervous or if he was just putting on an act.
She had a knot in her stomach, which churned. This needed to play out in the right way. Hopefully, everything worked out for the best. Macy touched a hand to her belly as they entered the bathroom. Please let this work out!
“Do you know what to do?” the Feral asked. She clutched her hands together and then seemed to realize she was doing it and let go, dropping her arms to her sides. She wasn’t normally one to show such outward emotion, and clearly didn’t like it.
“Um…let me just read…” She opened the box and took out the insert, quickly reading through the important parts. It was pretty straightforward and even had pictures as well. She handed the insert to the Feral, who took it, frowning heavily.
Her face instantly brightened when she realized she could get an idea of what to do from the diagrams. She nodded. “I can’t wait anymore. I want you to do the test.” Her eyes gleamed.
“
Okay.” Macy sat down on the toilet, taking down her underwear. “This isn’t my first pee of the day. You realize that the test would be more accurate then?”
The Feral nodded. “If the test is negative, I will come back as the sun is rising so that we can try again.” She wrung her hands together.
“I don’t want you to get your hopes up yet.”
“Don’t worry about me, human. Do the test!” the other woman snapped.
Macy uncapped the end of the stick and held the absorbent end of the device between her legs. She had to breathe and to try to relax before anything happened. It took a full half a minute before she was able to pee. The Feral watched her the whole time. It was off-putting. It finally happened though, and she counted to ten before removing the stick and recapping the end. Then she put the test on the end of the cabinet and finished up on the toilet.
By now, the Feral was pacing. Macy flushed the toilet and washed her hands with soap. Then they waited. “It said to wait five minutes but that a positive result might show up as soon as two minutes in. Should we check it? It’s been about that.”
The Feral stopped pacing and turned to her. The female’s eyes were wide. She swallowed thickly. “Maybe we should wait,” she finally said, looking unsure.
“I think we should look,” Macy countered. “If it’s one line we wait longer, if it’s two…it means I’m pregnant.”
The Feral swallowed thickly again. “Okay…do it!” She nodded.
Macy picked up the test. It was exactly as she expected. She handed the test to the Feral who screeched so loudly Macy had to hold her hands over her ears for fear of them bursting. The other woman then dropped to her knees in front of Macy, when she looked up, her eyes were filled with tears. “Thank you.” A single tear rolled down her cheek, even though she was smiling. “You have given me the greatest gift.”
Slave Dragon: Earth Dragons Series: Book4 Page 16
