by Rena Marks
Her babies were born weighing nearly—though not quite—four pounds each. She may have been enormous, but thanks to modern technology—aka Pax’s modern technology, her stretched skin bounced back rather quickly.
And there was never a lack of sitters. Even now, as she and Everly sat on the beach, there were more Xeno Sapiens present than ever. A few had set up a volleyball net. Some were having a barbecue session. Laughter from the human trainers, who were teaching them to cook, rang out.
There was a smile pressed onto Everly’s face as she stared off at the barbecue pit—one of the Xeno Sapiens had just flipped a steak onto the sand, brushed it off and placed it right back on the grill.
“Stay away from steak,” she murmured, her hands brushing over the infant in her lap.
“A little dirt don’t hurt. But it’s chicken for me for a long while, anyway. At least until I get back to my weight.”
“You’re beautiful,” Everly said, turning her head to give Angela her full attention. “Those curves are sexy. And you’re superwoman! Six babies, Angela. I guess I should have placed a few more restrictions on Zee before I made that deal with him to go get my sister. Of course, then I wouldn’t have the world’s most perfectly beautiful nephew,” she cooed to the baby in her lap.
Zevian gurgled at his aunt.
“Such a happy baby! Who’s a happy baby,” Everly sang.
“He should be. He’s just been fed.” Angela appreciated having a twin to share the burden. For some reason, Everly managed to produce milk along with her. It was a blessing and between them, they managed to pump enough for bottles, too, though in the beginning they had to rotate some replicated breast milk.
“This one is hungry,” Beast announced, holding out a huge paw with a squalling Zeke. His tiny face was red as the baby screeched bloody murder.
“Aww, baby boy. Come here,” Angela said, moving Annie further down her lap.
“I’ll take the girl,” Beast said. “Sunny has been practicing how to braid.” He rubbed his own short cornrows ruefully before trading babies with her.
“It’s going to be a while before she gets enough baby hair to play with,” Everly laughed, waving at Sunny from across the way. Sunny had Kaden, Steele and Robyn’s silver-skinned baby in her lap, while Robyn and Steele frolicked in the water. Though frolic was a mild word. It looked as if a tornado couldn’t peel Robyn off her mate. Lord only knew what was going on underneath the water-line.
Annie—short for Annelise—kicked her tiny hands and feet excitedly. Beast was one of her favorites, more than likely his larger size reminded her of her father.
He swung Annie up to his shoulder easily, his large hand in the middle of her back, holding her securely in place.
“Are you done with that one?” Beast eyed Everly. “He’s just been fed, I see. And I think I could trade him off for the other girl, which means I can bring one back to you quicker.”
His stories never made any sense, but Everly handed Zevian off, watching him balance both babies expertly. With a grin of pure bliss on his face, he moved on down the beach.
“He’s hoarding babies again,” Everly said, stretching out. “I already know what’s going to happen. Someone’s going to have to bring one in because he’s sleeping, and they’re going to get pissed that Beast has all the awake children in his group.”
“And he’s going to snarl and wake up all the sleeping babies, then sit back and say, ‘There you go,’ to the gaping Xeno Sapien who just wanted him to share,” Angela laughed.
“Not sure how Sunny stands him,” Blaze said from ten feet away, where he walked with his blond mate. “It’s the consensus around here.”
Everly started laughing. “Look down there! He was hiding Logan or Brody underneath an umbrella. He has two babies and two toddlers!” Sure enough, one of the green-skinned twins reached for Kaden, and the two tumbled into the sand.
Lily approached Beast, glaring at him, and held out her arms. She placed one of the green twins on her right hip, and took Kaden to the other, then stomped off with both.
Angela laughed with Everly at Beast’s sheepish look. “Apparently he stole those two from Lily?” Off to the right, Lily’s mate, Jason, sat with one lone green twin, who began waving his arms as he saw his brother and Kaden approach.
“He knew he was going to get caught,” Everly said. “That’s why he came and took our two.”
“Say, are you finished with that one?” The Xeno Sapien with one eye in the center of his forehead bowed politely. “He’s ready for burping, and I do love that chore.”
Angela raised her brows, and handed her baby boy off. “I’m passing him to you because I know you can keep a better eye on him with those three eyes.”
He grinned, taking the baby tenderly. “He’s good bargaining material, too. Right now when Beast’s in his hoarding mode, I can probably get a new trench dug from him if I can manage to get both girls. I’ll wait until Beast is distracted and away from Sunny. Then all I have to do is wait for Annie to grow cranky and trade her for this happy boy. Bingo. I’ll have both girls by the time Beast returns.” He walked off happily, where his buddies waved from under the shade of another umbrella.
“What’s going on over there?” Everly asked, her eyes narrowed as the men huddled over Alyssa.
“Not sure,” Angela said, reaching for the binoculars. “Oh my.” She giggled. “I get it. They already have Alyssa.”
“What? Let me see,” Everly said, reaching for the binoculars.
“Wait for it,” Angela said, thwarting her sister’s flailing arms. “There. Look. They’re holding her up.”
The men parted. One held Alyssa’s arms out, propping her to stand. She wore a tiny, polka-dotted bikini over her diaper as her scrawny legs kicked. As heads began turning to see, they passed her down the line of men so no one would come reach for her.
“Oh, my god, that’s adorable,” Everly breathed. “Where do you suppose they got that itty bitty bikini?”
“I don’t know, but when Beast sees it, I can see a lot of trenches being dug,” Angela laughed, leaning back.
“Look at what I found.” Angela’s eyes snapped open at the sexy growl of Zealish. With him was Thane, who held Zayne.
“He’s hungry,” Thane said, handing the baby off to his Aunt Everly.
Everly didn’t care who was around. She flipped a boob out of her bikini and stuck it right into the hungered, rooting infant. Thane sighed, blocking the view with his body, lest anyone dare to look at his mate’s attributes.
“How are you, beautiful?” Zee rumbled. His deep voice made all kinds of delicious feelings swirl around in her belly.
“I’m great,” she said. “Had my six-week checkup this morning. I can go back to swimming.” She grinned.
“Exercise is important,” he agreed, his eyes roving over her glowing skin.
“Oh, go get that exercise already,” Everly snapped. “My gorgeous mate needs Angela’s spot. The luscious man has been working hard all day.”
Angela giggled when Zee hauled her up and tossed her over a shoulder. “Back in an hour,” he called out, his large hand covering her ass.
“Not something to brag about,” Thane called out, sinking down onto the vacant spot next to his mate and holding out his finger for Zayne to squeeze.
Zealish stopped long enough at the edge of the beach to slide her down his body, and then lifted her into his arms. “Are you sure you feel okay?”
“I feel completely back to normal and so ready for you,” she whispered into his ear. He moved faster toward the trails that led to their home. With all the babies, they’d moved into the larger cottages to keep the hallways clear. The indoor apartments were always filled with people lurking outside to hear a baby’s cry.
Now, they still lurked about, but at least it wasn’t crowding the hallways.
“I should shower,” she protested. “I’m hot and sweaty—probably smell like milk.”
“Mmm,” he growled, depositing her
on the bed and covering her body with his. “You’re sweet and salty and so warm wrapped around me, my beautiful, sexy mate.”
He pressed his hips onto hers, letting her feel the massive bulge of his erection. “You still want that annulment?”
She laughed. “You’re the love of my life. I’m keeping you forever.”
His face was buried between her breasts. “It’s been so long,” he groaned.
“I just had your cock in my mouth yesterday.”
“Besides that,” he grinned. “I mean, it’s been so long since my cock was deep in your cunt.” His hand cupped her sex. She shivered from the warmth of his palm and felt herself grow wetter.
“You got a point there,” she whispered. “Touch me some more.”
His fingers brushed along her swollen slit, spreading her moisture. He ran his fingers over her clit, exploring her folds and slipping his middle finger between them. His fingertip traced a circle around her entrance.
Pleasure rushed through Angela’s center. She felt hypersensitive as he continued the slow circles, building the sensations, increasing the pressure. Her lips parted as she panted, her full breasts heaving. When she attempted to undulate her hips, he tightened his hold on her, halting her efforts.
She stretched an arm up and wrapped it around the back of his neck. Her fingers delved into the thickness of his hair, clutching the dark strands in her fist. Her other hand grasped his strong, jutting cock. So huge, hard and yet silky smooth. Her thighs quivered with the overpowering sensations, which were still gradually intensifying. She opened her legs wider, wanting everything on display. The need was so great she couldn’t wait for the orgasm to erupt through her.
“Zee,” she moaned, tilting her head back. She turned her face toward him.
He met her gaze. “I love to watch you come,” he gritted. “But this time, I’ll watch as my cock is buried inside you.” His finger maintained its steady pace, circling her clit over and over.
“Please, baby. Make me come. I can’t think…”
He shifted himself, covering her body with his. She wrapped her legs around his hips. Creating a “V” with his fingers, he spread her folds wider, and something nudged her opening. A second later, his thick, bulbous head pressed inside, filling her, sliding easily into her depths.
Angela inhaled sharply. She tightened her grip on his hair as her sex clamped around his tail.
Sweet bliss! She’d forgotten how wonderful this was.
“Feels so good,” she moaned, feeling every inch of the head of his cock.
He rocked his hips against her, pumping in and out, making her writhe in pleasure.
“So hot, so wet…my mate, you’re perfect,” he rasped. White hot tendrils raced through her body. She was lost in sensation, drowning in pleasure.
She gave in and let the sensations overtake her as he pumped her steadily.
White-hot pleasure burst inside her. She came with a guttural cry that quickly turned into a scream as his fingers worked her. Her body spasmed, locking up tight. She squeezed her eyes shut, arched her back and reared her head, gritting her teeth as rapture tore her apart as easily as the snap of a rubber band.
Zealish watched her come with an intensity that burned in his gaze. Slowly, he slipped out his tongue and slid it over his lips, as if he was suddenly dry with want. “Your beauty never ceases to amaze me.”
Angela lay replete, breathing raggedly, as her body quivered with small, yet explosive aftershocks.
Zee lowered his head and captured her mouth. His kiss was hungered, brimming with desire, craving his mate and his own release. Angela moaned against his lips. Her belly quivered. As he slid back, his arms looped around her legs, changing her position so he could plunge deeper.
“Take me, Zee,” she whispered. “Take me hard. Use my body to fuel your release.”
She was calling to the inner beast of him.
But one look into her face and he knew Angela knew exactly what she was doing.
His beast needed no other encouragement to come forward.
He met her gaze and drew back his hips. When her pink tongue ran across her lower lip, any semblance of control he might’ve maintained burned away as he thought of that tongue laving his entire cock, then his balls, just yesterday.
And today? He made his mate come. He satisfied her, pleased her, now it was time for his inner beast to please himself. His eyes glowed, his claws grew. His jaw itched, as if it elongated slightly. To stop the change was to deny himself. He unleashed his control, thrusting into her hard, simultaneously slamming her against his pelvis.
Her cries gave way to ragged, panting breaths as he set a frantic pace, driven by an animalistic urge to have her, to claim her, to fill her with his seed—the way the beast wanted to so long ago. Eleven months earlier, when she’d stumbled upon his territory. His mate. Guttural sounds rose from his chest and forced their way through his clenched teeth.
His enormous cock delved in and out of her wet channel, which sucked him in hungrily, still wet and swollen with desire. He looked down, wanting to watch himself being buried in her body. Goddess, her pussy looked so puffy around his huge pole. He inhaled, filling his senses with the smell of sex, the combination of them. Possessiveness tensed his muscles.
She was his. The mother of his litter. The love of his life.
Angela tightened her inner channel, squeezing his cock tightly within her as she crested again. The band of muscles at the entrance to her cunt tightened, pulling him deeper.
The sight of his mate writhing on another climax induced by his plunging cock might’ve caused Zealish to prolong his satisfaction, but knowing it was quickened by her desire of him in his raw, animal state was more than he could bear. He held on for as long as he could, but the pressure was too great. Throwing his head back with eyes closed tight, Zealish roared. His muscles seized as his liquid shot, coating her inner walls as his seed pumped into her.
Unimaginable pleasure blasted through his shuddering body, obliterating everything inside—it swept away every other feeling, every conscious thought, every bit of sensory input not related to her, this moment, the sex. For a few blissful moments, he didn’t even know who he was. He was incapable of speech, of thought. He functioned on a basic, primary level of instinct, want, pleasure. Need. Simple, unbridled lust.
When his awareness returned, he found himself bent over his glorious mate with his arms to either side of her head. Her dark hair was strewn about her, her pink-tinged scar marking her as his mate. The being made for him.
She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Spasms raced through his body as his cock continued to flood her with his seed, his beast out of control. Slowly he felt the primordial force shift, lulled by the sharing of their sweet mate.
When he was finally able to move again, he lifted one arm and delicately brushed a few strands of damp hair away from her cheek, where it marred the scar that signified the differences between her and her sister.
Her eyelids fluttered open, and she turned her face to look up at him. A contented smile graced her lips. She placed her palm on his chest, over his pounding heart. “I saw your beast. That one better not have been a baby-maker.”
“That one may have been,” he growled. “He was out of control.”
“Good thing for you I upped my birth control.” She grasped a thick hunk of his hair with her free hand and tugged him down. Helpless to resist, Zee bent and lowered his head as she tilted her chin up and kissed him. It was a tender kiss, an affectionate caress of lips and tongues, seeming to convey everything they’d ever shared between them.
Love, life, and happiness.
Family.
Speaking of which, they had one waiting. An entire family of Xeno Sapiens and humans; a village raising their litter.
He slipped off the bed, reached forward, and pulled her toward the edge. Angela didn’t resist as he scooped her up; she looped her arms around his neck.
“Thank you for b
eing mine,” he said.
“Silly man,” she said, pressing kissing along his sore jaw. It had obviously returned to normal. “I’ll love you ‘til the end of time.”
Finally they strolled, hand in hand, back to the beach. The cheers and applause everyone gave them made Angela blush—but only slightly.
Happy had joined Thane and Angela, and had managed to procure Annie. She giggled in his lap as he cooed at her.
Zee sat first, pulling her down onto his lap.
“This one will probably want to be a scientist,” Happy declared.
“Do you think?”
“Yes. She’ll be good at it.”
“Scientists do help people,” Angela said. “Hey, how’s that girl doing? Serena?”
His eyes lit up. “So far, so good. The bio-film skin has attached, but she has a line of demarcation around the tops of her shoulders, where it grows into her natural skin. She has no infections, though she’s still kept in the decontaminate unit just in case. She has physical therapy daily—using and stretching the new skin so that it doesn’t weaken or scar. It is more sensitive than normal skin, we’re hoping it loses some of the sensitivity so she’s not always uncomfortable with heat, cold, and touch. Because of the sensitivity, you know she hasn’t been able to wear clothing? The temperature has to be turned up or down according to her moods. She likes it cooler during the day and warmer at night. She’s really remarkable. Was a law student from Gamma Three. Her hair is a bit shorter, as we had to cut the burned pieces away, but she’s still beautiful and graceful and confident with herself, despite everything she’s gone through. She’s amazing.”
Because she was kept naked, she didn’t accept visitors other than her doctors and Pax, who’d created her bio skin. But his lavish praise of her attributes went on a little too long.
“You must visit her a lot to get all those details.” Angela asked quietly.
Happy seemed to hesitate.
“Happy?” she whispered. Around her, Zee, Thane and Everly grew silent also.
“No one knows,” he admitted. “I—I pretend to be Pax.”
“So she doesn’t know Pax splits into more than one person?” Zee asked.
