Crossbred Son

by Brenna Lyons

  He won’t try to hurt Michael, will he? Or me? This is my fault, after all.

  Michael shifted in her arms, and Abby remembered what had happened the last time a man got this close when she was scared.

  “No. Be careful. Michael will—”

  Her son moved like a little streak, his mouth opening wide and closing on the elder’s hand.

  Abby winced in anticipation of a violent reaction to the bite. Why wasn’t Gabe doing something? Whether he believed they could teach Michael not to bite or not, it was essential she try. She reached for Michael’s cheeks. “No, Michael. No biting.”

  The rumbling from the elder couldn’t be anything but laughter. He brushed her hand away and stroked the back of a talon along the extended ridge plate on the right of Michael’s throat. Sounds she didn’t recognize left the big warrior’s lips, and Michael turned his head stubbornly, no doubt widening the tear.

  “I’m so sorry,” she began. “When I’m scared, he tends to—”

  Gabe chuckled. “It’s all right, Abby. Gran-Seir approves of Michael. Young ones rarely display their Dominant traits so vividly at this age. He will be showing that bite to all his contemporaries with pride. Trust me.”

  “I can’t let him—” Abby reached for Michael again.

  Zhaahvan’s free hand circled her wrist, and he guided her hand away gently. The sounds he made had the tone of an order.

  Gabe translated for him. “Gran-Seir says Michael will let go when he is content his warning is understood.”

  “But it will scar,” she protested.

  “I’m sure that’s his intent.” A sly smile curved Gabe’s lips.

  I will never understand Xxanian men. It was a given, and it was nerve wracking.

  Before she could reason with them that she had to teach Michael how to live in a human world, her son let go with a glare at the elder, yellow-green Xxanian blood dripping from his mouth.

  Zhaahvan tipped his head, offered a rumble, and reached his uninjured hand toward Abby. Michael moved to strike again, and Abby raised her hand to block him with a warning shout of “no.”

  In a blur of motion, Gabe’s hand was between her fingers and Michael’s mouth, and he had a finger hooked inside the baby’s mouth. “No, Michael,” he offered calmly. “Hauaa is never to be injured. Your mother is precious.” He slanted a soft look her direction. “So precious.”

  Her face burned in pleasure. “I’m sure he didn’t mean to hurt me.”

  “But he would have, and the lesson for it would have been harsh. This is a kinder way to teach him not to bite you.” His gaze trailed to her breasts and away again.

  The scars. She nodded. “I understand.”

  Gabe lifted Michael from Abby’s arms, and she shot him a questioning look. His eyes slanted toward the elder towering over them. “Gran-Seir wishes to meet you.”

  He turned back to the elder and shifted Michael in his arms, switching back to Xxan. The only words she understood were her own name and Michael’s.

  Abby looked up at Zhaahvan again, her heart skittering at his proximity. A soothing rumble not unlike the one Gabe had used at the café reverberated between them. His uninjured hand came up, and he cupped her cheek, his talons combing through her hair. His scaled skin was cool and smooth.

  His voice emerged in stilted English. “Welcome, li-ttle daughter.”

  She nodded, forcing speech. “Thank you.”

  A long string of Xxan language trilled off his lips, and Gabe started translating for her.

  “You do the entire nest honor by bringing such a strong young Dominant to us.”

  Zhaahvan tipped his head to one side and started speaking again.

  “But you should not have tried to raise a young Xxanian without his nest elders. Michael is a babe today. Tomorrow, he will be stronger and faster than you are. We must teach him now and teach him well, so you are not injured by him when that is so. The young warrior will not know his strength.”

  Abby swallowed a lump in her throat at the fact that she’d underestimated the difficulties of raising Michael alone. “I think I understand.” It had never been my intent to raise him alone. Though after so many months of indecision, Abby couldn’t state with certainty that she ever would have found a way to tell Gabe about Michael either.

  The elder’s voice was getting more soothing by the moment. Abby closed her eyes, abruptly tired.

  “And still this is the fault of my race. We did not know this was a possibility. We put you at unconscionable risk.”

  Abby shook her head in denial. They hadn’t. It had been a misunderstanding.

  “We did. Gabe will bathe you daily for—”

  Gabe erupted in a spate of Xxan language, and his gran-seir replied.

  “Daily for three months. My apologies. I was not aware that the young one had already injured you. Or that you had been injured by those who hate our kind. Both are inexcusable.”

  Abby forced her eyes open. Something told her to continue addressing Zhaahvan. “Bathing?” She knew the Xxan used bathing in ritual, but she didn’t know what it meant to them.

  The elder tipped his head to Gabe, and the latter started explaining.

  “The private clove bath daily is ordered for a period of time for several reasons. Yours... It would be a mixture of apology for the injuries against you and to strengthen the bond between us with...intimacy.”

  Her cheeks heated at the unspoken implication. It’s sexual. Abby nodded. “I see.”

  “We can use the bathing pools upstairs for some of them, but the first will be in here in the center nest...after a family bath of welcome for you and Michael.”

  Her heart stuttered. “Family bath? Everyone?” Naked? In the pond together? Not a chance.

  Gabe shook his head. “Zhaahvan will enter the pool with us, as will my seir.”

  She started to protest.

  “Clothed, for your comfort.”

  Zhaahvan let out a sound akin to a snort and grumbled something in Xxan. Gabe answered, and the elder made several soft snuffling sounds.

  “We will bathe Michael first, and my seir will remove him from the pool and dress him again. Considering the time, he and my Hauaa and sister will feed him.”

  “And your gran-seir and the two of us?” she asked.

  “In the deep water, where no one can see, I will remove your S’suuhhea. Gran-Seir will bathe your neck and back. Then he will leave the pool, and we will finish the bath alone.”

  “How often do we...do a family bath?”

  “When you come to the nest the first time. When you present a new child to the nest. And when you are injured. Those are the only times we do this.”

  Her stomach squirmed at the idea, but Abby nodded. If this was what being mated into Gabe’s family meant, she could accept that. “Well then... I suppose we should get started? Just let me know what I’m supposed to do.”

  Gabe smiled and kissed her cheek.

  ****

  He could hardly believe Abby was so at ease with the situation. He’d been told most human mates were less sure about the bathing rituals the Xxan indulged in, though there was nothing sexual beyond the mated pair involved.

  “It is simple enough.”

  With that, he released a now-calm Michael into Zhaahvan’s hands. His son looked up at the massive elder and patted his unarmored chest, prompting a barking laugh from Gran-Seir.

  Zhaahvan snuggled the young one under his chin and started the soothing rumble used with infants. Gabe and his seir joined in, and Gabe laid a little hand to Gran-Seir’s neck, his fingers rubbing up and down along one of the ridge plates in the elder’s throat. The other hand went to Michael’s mouth, and he started sucking on the side of his fist.

  Brien reached up and drew off Michael’s S’suumea. He dropped the rectangle of silk to the grass, then removed the diaper. Gabe tensed for the usual fountain of urine open air brought out in Michael, but his son must have recently relieved himself in the diaper.

  Zh
aahvan led the way to the pond and stepped in, still clothed, Brien on his heels.

  Gabe broke off the rumble and offered a warning...in English, to avoid translating again for Abby. “Michael likes to swim. We’ll have to be cautious around the pools. If he can reach them, he will go in.”

  Both elder males turned to shoot him looks of disbelief, the rumble dying out abruptly.

  Gabe didn’t have to question what they were thinking. Most Xxanian children liked water, but few were natural swimmers, and most wanted an adult with them when they braved the pools before the age of one. Swimming so young was a much more human trait than they were accustomed to.

  “He’s good, but I worry.”

  “I took him to infant swim classes,” Abby inserted. “He likes the water so much. Of course, I had to find a pool without chlorine and a class that would accept Xxanian children. Doctor Rayn helped with that.”

  Zhaahvan squatted, bringing Michael down to the surface of the water. The babe kicked his feet, splashing and squealing in delight, then turned belly down and started using his hands to create big arcs of water toward Brien. The elder lowered him into the water and let him go, seemingly amazed. Michael flipped to his back, arms spread, and started kicking for the far wall.

  “Brien,” Zhaahvan barked.

  Gabe’s seir chased Michael down and scooped the happy young one up again. He shot a look of worry at Zhaahvan.

  The elder grunted. “I propose a motion tracker.”

  Gabe swallowed a laugh. “A sensible decision, Gran-Seir.” And a choice no Xxanian elder likely thought he’d have to make to safeguard a young one of his nest.

  “How old is Michael?” his seir inquired.

  Gabe bit back a wince. “Four months.”

  Abby shifted uncomfortably at the potent silence, proving even humans could feel the rising tide of a battle-ready Xxanian warrior, extended ridge plates or not. “What is it?” she asked.

  “Michael’s age,” Gabe replied.

  Her cheeks went darker than the red of her S’suuhhea. “Oh.”

  I have to explain this. “My mate’s frailty meant that Michael was born very early. Premature.” Some words just didn’t have a Xxanian equivalent. “He slept in the womb for less than three and a half months.”

  Beside him, Abby wiggled in a show of nerves. She looked from Gabe to the elders and back again.

  Zhaahvan walked to Abby and scooped up her hands. He tipped his head down in a bow and brought the back of her fingers to his forehead in a show of respect. At last, he focused on her fully and spoke in English. “Four moons.” He strode back into the pool and lifted Michael from Brien’s hands.

  Abby watched him, seemingly stunned. “I don’t understand,” she admitted.

  Gabe smiled. “I had better order another case of clove.”

  ****

  Words stuck in Abby’s throat. She forced them up. “I understood that part.”

  Gabe searched for a translation into English for the Xxanian saying. “There is no pain deeper than a mother’s love tested.”

  She gaped at him.

  “Gran-Seir recognizes how hard it must have been for you to carry and care for Michael, believing he would not survive, despite all you did for him. It is a pain he cannot conceive of. He respects your strength as...something of a female warrior.”

  Tears stung at her eyes, and she nodded.

  “Gabe,” his seir reminded him.

  He nodded and stripped off his S’suumea.

  Abby forced herself not to protest. Of all the males in the pool, he would naturally assume she wouldn’t mind seeing him naked. It seemed as if it was expected for this sort of event.

  Gabe took her hand and guided Abby into the pool. The water was warm and heavy in the scent of salt and minerals, the type of water high-end spas charged big money to access.

  The silk clung to her thighs, her hips, her abdomen...Gabe helped Abby to her knees, so the water reached to her upper chest.

  Brien crossed the pool to them, Michael bouncing in his arms and waving to her. When Gabe’s father reached them, he dropped to his knees. Zhaahvan settled in the water next to his son.

  All three men spread clove oil on Michael, bathing the baby with care, while Michael kicked and splashed, laughing and wiggling in Brien’s arms.

  The low hum rose in intensity, and Brien took his leave with Michael peeking over his shoulder. Abby watched him go, waiting for the protest that Abby wasn’t coming with him, but Michael went along silently, seemingly content with the additions to his family.

  It’s probably scent based. So much of Xxanian life is.

  “He’ll be fine, Abby,” Gabe assured her.

  “I know. I’ve just never had someone I could leave Michael with...until now.” No one Michael would allow himself to be alone with, certainly. Save the staff at SLAL.

  Gabe cupped her face, and Abby focused on him. She managed a weak smile.

  A slight stirring of the water was her only indication that Zhaahvan had moved. Then his hand was wrapped around the back of her neck, spreading clove oil and massaging gently. His skin was softer than she would have anticipated before she met him.

  The elder grumbled something in the Xxan language, and Gabe reached up to untie the S’suuhhea. Abby’s breathing hitched and she reminded herself that there was no way Zhaahvan could see her in the murky water.

  Gabe pressed a kiss to her lips, and she let her eyes slide shut. The silk peeled away from her body, and droplets of water rained down as he tossed it away.

  Zhaahvan moved on to washing her back, while Gabe started spreading the clove oil along her cheeks and chin. Before the elder’s massage of her back muscles was complete, his grandson’s attentions had moved to the front of her shoulders and her chest.

  Abby bit back a moan, well aware of the elder at her back. Still, she arched into Gabe’s touch, encouraging him as he cupped her breasts, bringing them to a potent sensitivity with the stinging oil.

  Zhaahvan’s hands left her body at her waist and moved to her upper arm, as Gabe moved down her ribcage to her abdomen. The elder’s attentions seemed to speed. He finished with her right arm and moved to the left when Gabe had barely reached her pubic curls. Gabe shifted, teasing her inner thigh with the length of his ready cock, reminding her that they were expected to make love in the pool.

  Zhaahvan made quick work of her left hand and moved away with a snuff and grumble that meant nothing to her.

  Gabe’s lips parted hers, and Abby wrapped herself around him, her entire body alive to his touch. He lifted her by the waist and brought Abby down around his cock, groaning into her mouth.

  Part of her argued that Zhaahvan couldn’t even be out of the water yet. The other half argued that it didn’t matter. He expected them to have sex in the pool, and he couldn’t see more than her back and the kiss they were engaged in. Some until-now-unheard part of her mind even argued that she didn’t care if the elder watched them, as long as Gabe didn’t stop what he was doing.

  There was little chance of that. The heat between them skyrocketed, from thrust to thrust. Their sounds rose, echoing off the cave walls. Hands explored. Their movements became more vigorous, churning the water.

  Climax choked off her voice. Then it exploded out in a scream of pleasure. Gabe pressed her hips down, seating deep inside her, his cum filling her with heat that sent her senses into a spin.

  Abby sagged against Gabe, exhausted, gasping for breath. He stroked handfuls of water over her, washing away much of the remaining oil. It had the added benefit of arousing her all over again, and Abby moaned, half in acceptance and half in the realization that she was too tired to launch into another sexual encounter yet.

  Gabe laughed heartily. “Food first,” he ordered.

  He didn’t set her off his lap. Instead, Gabe lifted Abby into his arms and pushed to his feet. He carried her from the pool, settled her in a large chair that would easily seat Zhaahvan, and started to dry himself with a fluffy bath shee
t.

  Abby looked around for another, and Gabe made a sound that drew her attention back to him. He moved his finger back and forth in a negative motion. She settled in the chair and watched Gabe dress, admiring the way his body moved.

  ****

  Gabe looked up, his heart stuttering at the sight of Abby licking her lips. Seir-God help him, if they weren’t expected to eat with his family, he’d carry her directly to a bed or satellite nest and make use of that tongue. And his own.

  We are expected to dress and eat with my family. Gabe took a calming breath and wrapped his S’suumea again.

  That left Abby to be cared for. He picked up the towel and stalked toward her, feeling every gram the Dominant male he was.

  She raised one foot and planted it on the edge of Zhaahvan’s chair, pushing herself to the high back. Abby swallowed hard, her breathing coming in ragged little movements of air in and out of her lungs.

  He didn’t question that she wasn’t frightened of him. Her nipples were hard and begging for his mouth, and her scent was enough to render him rock hard again.

  Gabe eased her foot up and started drying her from bottom to top. Abby arched up in the chair, inviting Gabe to prove his Dominance in a way a Xxanian woman never would. Though inviting his gran-seir’s ire by making love on his chair would be sweet mischief, Gabe restrained himself.

  When Abby was dry, he wrapped her in a fresh S’suuhhea and lifted her to her feet. Abby hesitated, then raised a hand and massaged at the well of musk on his chest. Gabe captured her mouth in a searing kiss.

  He pulled away, cursing traditions. “We’re expected to eat with my family now.”

  Abby nodded. “And then?”

  Gabe wouldn’t have stopped the smile if he could have. “Michael will need a feeding. After that...I suggest we allow my parents to settle Michael to sleep for us.”

  She nodded again.

  He led her to the dining area, where the family had congregated to wait for them to dress. Gabe’s seir and Hauaa had Michael between them.

  Gabe didn’t waste time. He started introducing everyone to Abby, pointing them out as he went. “This is my sister Ariel, my brother Geoff, my seir Brien, my Hauaa Jana, and...of course...my gran-seir Zhaahvan.”