Crossbred Son

by Brenna Lyons

  Her mind numbly replayed his sexual appetite. It wasn’t unusual for Gabe to last hours.

  “Oh, stars burn,” she breathed. She’d missed that almost more than she could bear.

  A deep rumble in reply brought goose bumps up all over her body. Whatever Gabe did next was sure to rock her thinking mind.

  There was a moment of stillness, and Abby came to the realization that Gabe was on his feet, towering over her. She looked up into his green eyes, sprinkled with flecks of shimmering gold. His eye slits were wide in arousal, and his nostrils flaring, dragging in her scent. As if in confirmation of that, his cock bobbed her direction.

  He seemed to be waiting for something, though Abby couldn’t fathom what it might be. Before she could form the words to ask it, he posed a question of his own.

  “I’ve showered you, Abby. Do I have permission to continue?”

  The restraint evident in his tone left her trembling in anticipation. “Yes.” Anything.

  “I’m going to try to convince you to be my mate. No doubt about it.”

  Yes. She would agree to nearly anything he asked, if Gabe asked directly. That included binding with him. There were Xxanian mix formulas on the market, after all. Abby nodded, unable to form words.

  A dangerous little grin curved Gabe’s lips, and her breathing hitched in response.

  Oh, this is going to be hot.

  He hesitated. “I should collect a condom from—”

  Abby shook her head. “No. I’m on a pregnancy block. The doctors insisted. At least six months, they said.” It came out a series of gasped phrases, but he seemed to understand her.

  Gabe stepped backward out of the tub and tugged a fresh towel off of the shelf. He dried her without a word, paying painstaking attention to every curve and hollow of her body.

  By the time he was satisfied with her state of dryness—and the gathering wetness between her thighs, no doubt—his own body had air dried. Gabe hung the towel over the shower curtain bar and pulled her flush to his body.

  His cock pressed to her hipbone and lower abdomen, already weeping fluids. The rising scent of his Zhigaaal went to her head, and Abby sought out the wells of musk on his chest, sampling them.

  As always, that was enough to drug her senses. Spanish Fly had nothing on Xxanian musk.

  Gabe scooped her into his arms and started walking. Once she was deposited in the center of her bed, he hesitated a moment, his gaze fastened at about her chest level.

  “What’s wrong?” she hazarded to ask.

  One of his long, tapered fingers trailed slowly along her breast. He lifted it away, then brought it down in another position, and started over again.

  Abby arched to his touch, stunned that so simple a touch could be so arousing.

  “I apologize for our son,” he breathed.

  That shocked Abby out of her arousal somewhat. “What?” He wasn’t saying he was sorry Michael existed, was he?

  Gabe raised his head, his expression pained. “Had I been here, I would have trained Michael not to use his hunting teeth against you while he fed.”

  Abby snapped a look at the pale, white lines of scar tissue, her cheeks flaming. It was so not a sexy portion of her body anymore.

  Gabe kissed at one of the scars as if in disagreement. “You might have had one scar, but not this many. I’m amazed you continued breastfeeding so long.”

  “It didn’t take long. His hunting teeth erupted within days of each other. I think I got four or so of those on a single bite. I didn’t even know he had that many teeth.”

  He swiveled his head, moving the backs of his fingers in an arc along the scars. “Five, I believe.” A moment later, he shook his head. “Had I been here the first day he bit, I could have taught him not to. Now the bad habit is set. It would be very difficult to teach him not to bite at the breast that feeds him.” He met her gaze solidly. “I apologize that our son caused you pain.”

  “He’s a baby,” she dismissed Gabe’s concern. “Babies don’t know better.”

  Her move to escape his piercing gaze ended with Gabe’s hand cupped around her chin. “Xxanian children can be taught better.” That sounded like a promise.

  Abby swallowed hard and nodded her agreement.

  Gabe lowered his head, laying a solemn, slow lick across her nipple. Then he went still.

  ****

  She shouldn’t have been scarred. It was one thing no Xxanian male could stand, seeing permanent injuries on his females...mate or daughters or even granddaughters.

  “Gabe?” A tremor worked down her body, most likely at his prolonged stillness.

  Was she doubting her appeal? Preparing to retreat from him? As if in confirmation, her hand twitched up slightly as if she was considering covering her breasts.

  No. Gabe took her breast in his mouth, working his tongue along the worst of the scarring, a solemn promise that he would never allow her to be so injured again. The slight sweetness teased at his senses and sent him to the other before he could cause her milk to drop.

  Abby’s breathing went ragged, and her fingers flexed against his shoulders. Moans escaped her lips. She trembled hard, a sure sign that she was in desperate sexual need.

  How he’d missed this! Gabe reveled in her scent and the silk of her skin.

  While some Xxanian males equated human females’ sex sounds as ‘prey sounds,’ Gabe had never made that connection with Abby’s sounds. To him, her sounds were all sensual woman.

  My woman.

  Those mews and moans spurred him on. Every one begged for him, told him she wanted him...told Gabe she craved his touch as much as he craved hers.

  No one had ever touched him as Abby did. He prayed to the Seir-God that no other would, because Abby would become a permanent addition to his life. It was what he’d wanted from the moment he’d first set eyes on her.

  In a daze, Gabe drank down the musk on Abby’s skin, from her breasts to her throat, then sampled her mouth again. She moved closer, parting her legs in invitation.

  That was enough to make him groan. He’d vowed to take this slowly, but the temptation was too much to bear.

  As if adding fuel to the rising bonfire between them, Abby’s hand closed around his cock, stroking purposefully. On one hand, he knew how enjoyable Abby’s mouth and hands were. On the other, he wanted to hear her come for him again.

  I want to feel her body milking my cock. And it’s not like I won’t be ready again in short order.

  While other women might merit once or twice a night, Abby could keep him hard and horny all night with little more than a glance.

  Her hand worked at him as if she wanted to watch Gabe come that way. Her eyes pleaded for something entirely different.

  He lifted her at the waist and settled Abby on the crown of his cock. Her hand retreated, and she nodded.

  ****

  As many times as they’d had sex, Abby hadn’t felt anything like this before. Gabe lowered her onto his length, stretching her unused body around his girth.

  Oh, stars burn! Oh, stars! The words stuck in her throat, crushed between gasping breaths.

  “All right?” he asked.

  Abby levered her eyes open, staring up at him, her mouth going dry. All right? That term wasn’t even a pale comparison to how good she felt.

  “Abby?” He cocked his head to one side, his green-gold eyes narrowing.

  “Yes.” She wasn’t sure it was more than a gasp until Gabe nodded.

  In the next moment, he was lifting her until only the tip breached her body, then sliding her down his length again. The first few minutes passed in torturous slowness.

  As if something snapped, Gabe’s motions became frantic. Abby gripped his arms, trying to mute her rising sounds as Gabe thrust into her like a wild man.

  As if he’s staking a claim on me.

  Her attempts to quiet her sounds were a lost cause. Soon, Abby was screaming in release and begging for more. Gabe pinned her to the wall, bringing his mouth down on hers wh
ile he filled her to the brim with his heat.

  The kiss went from manic to deep and toe-curling. He stroked his hands up and down her body, setting off aftershocks.

  It has been far too long since I’ve been with him. Abby wasn’t sure how she’d lasted this long without Gabe.

  Finally, he left the kiss entirely and pressed his forehead to hers.

  “Did you mean what you said?” he breathed.

  “What?” What did I say? Her mind was so muddled, even replaying their discussions proved problematic.

  A smile curved his lips up, a dangerously sexy look on him. “About wanting more?”

  That set off a whole new set of aftershocks.

  “Mmm. I’ll take that as a ‘yes. ‘“

  “Oh, yes.”

  Chapter Four

  Gabe let out a spate of Xxan language, and Abby smiled.

  They’d made love most of the first night, and Gabe had taken care of Michael to allow her time to sleep. The previous night, they’d made love in the shower twice, until the water had gone cold. After they’d dried off, they’d spent the night in each other’s arms.

  “Don’t stop,” he begged. More Xxan followed.

  As if. Abby added a squeeze at his cockhead at the top of each stroke, and Gabe’s hips left the mattress.

  It wouldn’t be long now. She knew from experience that explosions of his native language meant he was close.

  Gabe shifted as if he couldn’t find a comfortable position. His chest heaved as his breathing degraded into short gasps.

  Three. Two.

  His shout of climax reverberated against the walls, and Abby thanked whatever deities were paying attention—hers, his, or both—that Michael was a sound sleeper. A heartbeat later, his cum was spurting over her abdomen and the sheets.

  He loosened the grip he had on her sheets, leaving a matched set of fingertip-sized tears.

  I’d forgotten that. When Gabe got exceedingly excited, he tended to put his talons through the sheets. They’d replaced sheets at least once a month when they lived together. And suffered more than one shredded feather pillow.

  His breathing calmed somewhat, but his cock remained ramrod stiff. He hadn’t needed this little provocation since the first few months they were together.

  And I love it.

  A flash of something caught her eye, and Abby’s mouth went dry. His secondary was emerging.

  It’s been so long. Her hands trembling, Abby reached out and touched the miniature cockhead pushing its way past the protective flap of skin located in the shadow of his primary.

  Gabe moaned, but he didn’t stop her. She rolled the pad of her thumb around the head, encouraging the secondary to grow.

  It was a dangerous game. If his Zhigaaal started to flow, they’d be bound as mates at nearly the first touch. Or is it the first touch?

  Abby knew she wanted that. She’d fantasized about it the first day Gabe came back into her life, but now she was sure.

  It’s not smart to do it now, while Michael is still nursing. Hadn’t they decided that?

  I don’t care. There’s formula. Dr Ryan will have a nurse tend to Michael while we bind.

  The secondary was almost a thumb-length exposed. It would be so easy to—

  “No.” Gabe pulled her hand away, shaking his head adamantly.

  The pleas stuck in her throat.

  Gabe stared at her. He raised one hand and motioned for her to stay where she was. “Wait,” he revised his order.

  At Abby’s nod, he left the bed. He was back a moment later, just as naked and delicious.

  “You want to be my mate?” he asked. His eyes issued a challenge.

  Answering that was easy enough. “Yes. I do.”

  He stood in the bedroom doorway, stroking his secondary up. When it was a hand-length, he rolled a specially-made condom from head to base.

  Abby’s hopes died a silent death.

  “We will,” he promised. “But not now. Not until we’re prepared for it.”

  “I’m ready now,” she countered. Abby was more than ready. Her body was in overdrive, asking for what he was currently denying her.

  “You’re not. Even if I called in my family to care for Michael...or SLAL, the switch to formula cold turkey would be difficult to both of you. I don’t intend to mate with you when it’s likely you will be in pain while we do it. Mating is supposed to be a...pleasant affair. Pun not intended.”

  Abby groaned and dropped back to the mattress.

  “Abby?” he prompted her.

  “You’re right,” she conceded. “I know you’re right.”

  There was a moment of potent silence. Gabe appeared at the bedside, his expression intense. Abby swallowed hard. Before she could question him, he spoke.

  “Believe me, I want this, but not this way. I want the best for you and for Michael.”

  “You’re right,” she repeated. “I understand.”

  “But you want to know what it will be like.” It wasn’t a question.

  Abby’s heart fluttered in excitement. “Yes, I do.”

  “I can’t recreate everything.” He paused. “But I can explain what will happen as we go.”

  She nodded eagerly. She’d always wanted to know what binding was like, but she’d been afraid to ask. If she asked, Gabe might get his hopes up, and that was something Abby had never dared inflict on him when she was sure she couldn’t give him children.

  Gabe stroked his secondary again, and the slim cock wrapped partway around his fingers at the move, becoming more expressive as he excited it. Abby’s mouth watered.

  “Some couples start with sucking, but the smarter ones start with other things,” he informed her.

  “How will we start?”

  Gabe stepped closer to the bed, every muscle strung tight. He scooped up Abby’s hand and brought it to the secondary. She stared up at him, seeking instruction.

  “Rub here.” He pressed her fingertips to the base of his secondary.

  Abby complied, and Gabe let his head drop back, groaning. His Zhigaaal beaded beneath the condom. Abby licked her lips. One day, she would taste his concentrated musk.

  More Zhigaaal escaped his secondary, and Gabe moved. He drew her hand away and knelt to the bed before her.

  “Stroke your nipples,” he ordered.

  She hesitated a moment then did so, gasping at his heated look.

  “Your nipples are hard, Abby.”

  She nodded, offering them to him.

  “They’ll be harder when you spread the Zhigaaal on them. They’ll be sensitive, like you’ve put warming gel on them.”

  He leaned toward her and licked one nipple and then the other. Then he blew over them. Abby arched toward him, begging for more.

  “Yes. Like that. Just like that. You’ll want so much more. The Zhigaaal will make you crazy to have me inside you.”

  Gabe put a hand on her shoulder and eased her back to the bed. Abby spread her legs for him, and he stroked the condom-covered length up one thigh, then the other. He worked it back and forth, from her clit to her perineum, enflaming her entire body. Abby cried out, sitting up and reaching for him.

  In the blink of an eye, Gabe had her by the wrists. “Most females fight at times, when they are in the grips of the madness the Zhigaaal causes.” He hesitated and pressed a kiss to her lips. “But you will be doing precisely what I tell you to do. Won’t you, Abby?”

  If it means binding as his mate? “Yes.”

  ****

  Both cocks bucked toward her, and Gabe tapped down the urge to finish what they’d started. He hadn’t realized how maddening it would be to play at binding without allowing himself to do it.

  Back to the lessons. Don’t let the arousal dim.

  Gabe released her wrists and knelt up. “Suck the secondary.”

  Abby didn’t question him. She didn’t hesitate. His secondary was nearly to the back of her throat before he could catch his breath. It was all Gabe could do to control his primary and keep
it out of the way.

  He allowed himself to fantasize. When they bound themselves, he wouldn’t be wearing a condom, and his Zhigaaal would relax her throat muscles and soak into the porous tissues of her mouth and tongue.

  That thought was enough to send him over. Gabe savored it, opening his eyes to the sight of Abby staring up at him.

  He eased her to the mattress again and brought his secondary to her nether lips. Abby gasped, and he thrust up, being careful not to push too far. Without his Zhigaaal to prepare her, he would bottom out and probably hurt her.

  “Gabe?”

  He glanced up, trying to work his way to an explanation for her confusion. Realization made him smile. His primary wasn’t inside her, as it hadn’t been inside her when she sucked his secondary.

  “Every infusion of Zhigaaal will help prepare your body and stoke your need. You’ll feel drugged. You’ll crave more.”

  “And?”

  “You won’t get my primary until you’re prepared for it fully.”

  Abby nodded her agreement.

  He held himself still while he rubbed up more Zhigaaal, biting back a wince at the burn against his sensitive cockhead. What it would do to Abby would be nothing short of pleasant torture.

  I have to explain. “I’ll fill you with Zhigaaal, and you will be crazy to have me inside you. I won’t lie. You might feel like you’ll go insane if I don’t make love to you with my primary.”

  “I know the feeling,” she complained.

  Gabe collected cum off the head of his primary and used it to lubricate her anus as he would use his Zhigaaal while they bound. He moved his secondary to the tight ring of muscle and started working it in.

  They’d played this game before, of course, but this time Abby pushed back, aiding him in. Her inner muscles gripped him tight, taunting him with another building climax. Her hips shifted, her muscles rippling along his length.

  If she does that when we’re binding, we’ll both spend the three days exhausted and sore.

  The secondary undulated, forcing deeper into her ass as it attained its full length. Abby screamed in pleasure, begging him for more.