Alien Breeder
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“You will not,” he said with absolute certainty. “I love you, my S’rah, my L’chka, and I will do everything in my power to keep you and our child—our children—safe. We will have a healthy baby.”
And six months later when their son was born, his words came true.
Epilogue
Eight months later
Sarah smiled down at her son as he finished nursing and drifted off to sleep. Other than the pale blue eyes blinking up at her, he was the spitting image of his father. She’d had a difficult pregnancy and the fear that she might lose this baby too had haunted her, but as he had promised, T’gana had been by her side the whole time. Between his pampering and two mischievous little girls to keep her busy, she’d made it through with less stress than she’d anticipated. Although she suspected the Yehrin were somewhat disappointed that she had produced a boy, she had no regrets.
Gently untangling J’tem’s small fingers from her mating bracelets, she leaned back in her chair and took a satisfied look around. After some discussion, they had decided not to build an Earth style home just yet. Jane was still deathly afraid of the house burning down and she had latched on to T’gana’s statement that Yehrin buildings did not burn. Fortunately, the prefabs were remarkably adaptable, and he had converted their bedroom into a room for J’tem and added a new bedroom and bathroom for the two of them. He had also insisted on an actual kitchen rather than just a replicator, but the biggest change had been outside. Their home was now surrounded by a profusion of plants, from vegetables to flowers. Even this late in the year, fragrant blooms still added color to the greenery.
“Hi, Sarah.” Lizabet popped her head around the door, and Sarah bit back a sigh. The girl had let her hair return to its natural coppery hue, but in Sarah’s opinion, she still dressed much too provocatively.
“Hi, Lizzie. Are you back from school already? I didn’t realize it was that late. Are the girls with you?” Jane had started at the town school in September, while Tabby went to preschool two days a week, and one of the warriors escorted all of the children back and forth.
“No, school’s not out yet. I skipped.”
“Lizzie,” she sighed. “Rachel’s not going to be happy.”
“I know, but it’s so boring. The girls are only interested in clothes and the boys are just gross.”
Unfortunately, Lizabet was extremely intelligent and the classes probably didn’t capture her interest, but Sarah knew Rachel had high hopes of the girl going to college.
“I can’t wait until I’m eighteen and can apply for a breeding contract,” Lizabet added, wandering over to stroke J’tem’s cheek.
“Lizzie, do you really want a baby? At your age?”
The girl nodded, but Sarah saw the uncertainty in her eyes.
“Why not? I help out with Sophia all the time.” Rachel and T’chok’s daughter had been born only a month before J’tem. “At least some people would finally have to realize that I’m a grown up.”
“Some people? Or one particular person?” It hadn’t escaped her notice that Lizabet acted very differently around Commander T’kol, T’lan’s second in command.
“He thinks I’m a child.”
“I know you’re not a child, Lizzie, and I’m sure that he knows that as well, but neither are you an adult. You know Rachel wants you to have a chance to go to college.”
“She didn’t go to college.” Lizabet scowled at the floor. “And she wasn’t much older than me when she hooked up with T’chok.”
“No, but she took on a lot of responsibility at a very young age.”
“I could do that.”
“But do you want to?”
“Yes,” Lizabet said defiantly, before her face crumpled. “Fuck, if I know.”
“Just give it some time, sweetie. Don’t be in such a hurry to grow up.”
“But what if he—I mean what if someone got tired of waiting?” Lizabet’s eyes went to the faint red mark on Sarah’s neck with undisguised longing.
“Then he wasn’t worth worrying about,” she said firmly. Privately, she had no doubt that T’kol was waiting for Lizabet. For all his attempts to keep the girl at a distance, his eyes followed her whenever they were in the same place.
After a brief hesitation, she added, “Did you know that they are discussing raising the age to participate in a breeding contract to twenty-one?”
“Twenty-one?” Lizabet looked appalled. “That’s so old.”
“Thank you,” she said drily.
“Oh, I don’t mean it like that, but that’s another four whole years. What the fuck am I going to do for four more years?”
“What do you enjoy doing?”
“Driving the flyer,” Lizabet said defiantly, and Sarah sighed again. Lizabet’s flying privileges had been suspended for traveling much too fast, although T’gana had admitted to her that she had exceptional skills.
“Other than that?”
“I like being outside. In Montana, T’chok would take me with him when he went into the woods and I was getting pretty good at hunting and tracking and stuff.” She shrugged. “Biology is kind of cool too, although maybe that’s because Mr. Harding is hot.”
A little reassured that Lizabet wasn’t so fixated on a Yehrin warrior that she was blind to an attractive human male, she encouraged the girl to talk, gently leading her into a more positive view of the future—one that didn’t revolve around a breeding contract.
“Damn, Sarah, you’re always so fucking reasonable,” Lizabet said finally. “But you still make me feel better. The girls are lucky to have you.”
“I’m lucky to have them.”
“And T’gana,” Lizabet said with a wink. “Bet you’re not so reasonable with him.”
As if the words had conjured him up, T’gana appeared in the doorway, a girl on each broad shoulder, and Sarah’s heart did a happy little skip. No, she wasn’t reasonable where he was concerned. She loved him with an intensity that still took her breath away.
“My S’rah,” he said in the deep voice that caused a little flutter of excitement between her legs.
“My love. Isn’t it early for the girls to be home?’
He shrugged and they both giggled as the movement jiggled them. “I was in town to meet with the sheriff and I decided to pick them up myself.”
Since it wasn’t the first time it had happened and it would undoubtedly not be the last, she simply shook her head. T’gana loved the girls to distraction and wanted to spend time with them whenever he could. While she didn’t begrudge it for a second, it did tend to cut into their own time together.
As if she read her mind, Lizabet spoke up as T’gana lowered the girls to the ground. “Why don’t I take the girls over to our house for a while? I’ll even take Junior here. Give you two some alone time. What do you say, girls?”
“Is Benji there?” Jane asked eagerly.
“He’ll be home in a little while, assuming he didn’t skip off to watch the warriors train again.”
“Can we, Daddy? Please?”
As usual, he could not resist the pleading face. “Yes, you may go. What about you, my T’bitha?”
Their other daughter gave one of her firm little nods. “Yes, I wanna draw.”
“Rachel lets her use one of graphics programs,” Lizabet explained. “She’s really good, too. Come on then, troops.”
She scooped up J’tem, grabbed his diaper bag, and marched the girls out on a whistled tune.
“I had thought they could join me in the garden,” T’gana said rather forlornly.
“Oh, no,” she said, running a finger along her mating scar. “That means it’s just the two of us. Whatever will we do?”
His eyes immediately started to glow. “Perhaps you could offer me some consolation.”
“Perhaps,” she agreed, and started unbuttoning her dress. She wished she was wearing something sexier than the sturdy white nursing bra but from the heat in his eyes, he didn’t object. When she stood up and let the dress fall
free, he reached for her, but she danced away from him. They had learned from experience that interludes in the living room were unfortunately subject to interruption.
“Race you to the bedroom,” she said and whirled, but she only made it one step before he snatched her up and carried her the rest of the way. Despite the baby weight that showed no signs of disappearing, she always felt small and delicate when he carried her—and more than a little excited.
When they reached the bedroom, he kept her cradled in his arms while he kissed her with a thorough intensity that had her toes curling and her nipples diamond hard, then he let her slip down.
She smiled up at him. “Let’s play a game.”
The glow in his eyes intensified. “I like your games very much.”
“Good. Take off your clothes and lie down on your back, arms and legs out.”
He didn’t hesitate. The sight of her big warrior’s naked body spread out before her never failed to send a thrill straight to her aching clit. Knowing that his eyes were focused on her, she slowly removed her bra and panties.
“These are the rules. You can’t move. You can only touch what I bring to you.” She bent over so that her nipple just brushed his outstretched fingers. He rolled the stiff peak and she had to force herself to pull away. “Only taste what I give you.” She licked the seam of his mouth. “Do you understand?”
“S’rah,” he growled.
“I thought you wanted to play?” she asked innocently, then laughed when his fingers curled.
“Oh, and don’t forget the most important rule.” Her mouth closed over the head of cock for one brief second. “You can only enter what is presented to you.”
Then she began to play, teasing both of them with her breasts in his hands, his mouth, surrounding his cock, but only for a few fleeting seconds. She kissed his fingers, and licked his rock-hard shaft, and delved deep into his mouth. Drops of pale blue cum beaded on his cock and a low, continuous growl came from his throat, but he didn’t move so she increased her efforts. She dragged her wet pussy across his hand, shuddering with pleasure as he briefly caught hold of her swollen clit; she danced over his cock, rubbing herself against the broad head, then braced herself on his horns and hovered just above his mouth so his tongue barely reached her needy pussy. His self-control vanished. He grabbed her hips with both hands, and brought her down on his face, his thick rough tongue spearing deep inside her channel and sending her into an immediate, shuddering climax as he growled in approval and licked up every trace of her release before rolling her on to her back and plunging inside for his own explosive climax.
“You lose,” she said, laughing as she tried to catch her breath, but his face grew serious.
“Oh no, my S’rah. As long as you are mine, then I have claimed the ultimate victory.”
He bent his head and kissed her until she could only cling to him. When he broke the kiss, the humor returned. “But now I believe it is my turn to come up with a game.”
She shivered in happy anticipation. “I do love it when you get creative.”
And he proceeded to get creative enough to make her climax three more times.
“Mama, Daddy!” T’gana heard the door close a second before J’ne tore through the house. She stopped short at the bedroom door just as S’rah dove under the covers.
“Whatcha doing in bed? Are you taking a nap?”
He found himself at a loss for words. He would never lie to their daughters, but neither could he tell her the truth. “Not exactly.”
“Then whatcha doing?”
He could feel S’rah’s body shaking with laughter as he sought for an explanation. “I will explain it when you are older,” he said finally.
Her little brow furrowed but then she forgot her question in her excitement. “They’re having a game this afternoon and lots of warriors are coming and there’s going to be fireworks after it gets dark. Can we go watch? Please?”
Ah, yes. He remembered that T’lan had mentioned a training contest. At one time, he would have been eager to participate but although he had recovered much of his strength and balance, he was not an equal opponent for a warrior in his prime. S’rah’s head had emerged from under the covers and she watched him now, her face soft.
“We don’t have to go,” she said gently.
“No, we will go.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he said. “It will not bother me.”
And a few hours later, when they sat together watching the fireworks, he still had no regrets. He had noted a few weaknesses in some of the bouts that he would discuss with T’renan, but he found he did not miss the combat. S’rah was a warm weight against his side, their son cradled in her arms, T’bitha was half asleep in his lap and J’ne was peppering B’nji with questions from her place at his other side. He no longer felt damaged. His family had filled all of the missing places and he felt whole.
“I love you, my S’rah,” he murmured to his L’chka, the female responsible for this miracle.
“I love you, too, my warrior,” she whispered, her eyes filled with warmth.
“Me, too, Daddy,” T’bitha said around a yawn, and J’ne hugged his side. “Me, too.”
“Then I am the luckiest of all warriors,” he said sincerely, and gathered his family close.
Author’s Note
Thank you so much for reading Alien Breeder! T’gana ripped out my heart a few times but it was worth it to give him - and his girls - a happy ending! Whether you loved the book or not, it would mean the world to me if you left an honest review on Amazon. Word of mouth is incredibly helpful for authors and I’d love to know your thoughts!
As always, there are so many people I want to thank. First and foremost, I would like to thank my readers - I am constantly humbled and gratified by your love and support! As always, I have to thank my author BFF, Bex McLynn, for her neverending support! And last, but certainly not least, my awesome beta readers: Janet S, Tammy S, Kathryn S, and Kitty S!
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Lizabet has been waiting a long time for T’kol, but when she gets tired of waiting, an unexpected encounter makes her wonder if one alien warrior is enough…
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