Crossbred Son (6 page)

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.”

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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.

Yes. She’ll do that when we bind.

Gabe brought his secondary to her empty vaginal entry and thrust both cocks deep. Abby grabbed at his arms and gasped out something indecipherable. He let her move against him, though every instinct told him to pin her down and take control.

She vented cries at every movement of his hips, back and forth, driving them both on. At last, she shattered around him, and Gabe followed her over.

Abby was unnaturally still and quiet, and Gabe reached for her, panicked that he’d harmed her somehow. She shifted, moaning his name, and his heart rate eased.

“Are you all right?” he questioned her.

Abby sighed. “Three days of that?” she asked in return.

“Yes. That and much more.”

Her hand stroked down his chest to his hip. “How often do you sleep during the binding?” Her voice announced she was on the edges of sleep already.

Gabe swallowed a laugh. “As often as you need to.” No matter what torture waiting would be for him, the male always took his cues in mating from his woman.

She nodded and murmured something that sounded like agreement. With that, Abby fell asleep, still impaled on both his cocks.

She’ll agree.
There was no question Abby would allow Gabe to bind her when the time was right.

Thank the
Seir-God
.

Chapter Five

“You have to go back to work tomorrow.”

Gabe looked up at her, turning and lifting his head from her abdomen to accomplish the task. Abby’s fingers trailed through his hair, a gentle combing that he’d always found soothing. She wasn’t focused on him. Rather, her gaze seemed directed inward instead of at anything in their current environment.

“You work every day,” he reminded her.

“I work from home.”

“True. I can’t exactly catch criminals here.” Just the thought of the scum of the Earth anywhere near Abby and Michael tightened the muscles that would raise his ridge plates.

Michael was lucky that she worked from home. Many children weren’t so lucky, he knew.

Gabe wished Abby could do all of her work from home. It had been a trip out to the store to pick up supplies that had landed her in the café where they’d been attacked in the first place. Michael had needed to eat and have a diaper change while they’d been out on such errands. The café had been a convenient stop, though ill-fated.

Maybe I should offer to do her supply runs for her. Or accompany her, when I don’t have work.
There were plenty of cowardly humans who would attack a human female with a Xxanian infant, but few wanted to attack a Xxanian male protecting his mate and child. Bound or not, Abby was his mate, and properly mated or not, Michael was his son.

And I’ve waited far too long to introduce them to my family.
He opened his mouth to broach the subject.

“What will we do now?” Abby asked.

“What do you mean?” Was she asking what future they had?

“If you live the same place you did when...”

“I do.” It came out rougher than he’d intended it, but the memory of her packing and walking out on him still hurt.

Abby winced. She took a moment, seemingly calming herself. “Why?”

Gabe turned on the bed, stretching out beside her while he tried to decode the strange question. “Why what, Abby?” he invited.

“You make so much more money now. You never let me contribute to the rent at your apartment. So, why haven’t you moved on to somewhere larger?” She didn’t look at him when she asked it.

That was a difficult question to answer. “I suppose...”

Her head swiveled around, and she stared at him, her eyes wide. “What? Why didn’t you move?”

“I always hoped you’d walk back through the door to me.”

Abby didn’t seem to know how to answer that.

“If my
seir
hadn’t beaten a woman’s choice into me so soundly, I might have followed you and begged you to come back to me.” It wasn’t an exaggeration.

“I wish you had.”

Her wistful tone stilled the need to balk at the implication that Abby would have preferred to see him beg.

“I would have had no excuse to hide the truth from you. And if you’d come looking for me and found me gone... You would have looked for me. You would have found out I was at SLAL.”

“Damned right I would have.” Gabe succeeded in keeping that lighthearted, when the concept of having to search for Abby made the Xxanian warrior in him stir in preparation for battle.

“So, what do we do now? Where do we live? How do we...arrange things?”

He laid a kiss on her forehead. “My apartment isn’t large enough for all of us. I suppose I should start packing my belongings and terminate my lease.”

Abby wriggled in what he would assume was apprehension.

“I would be most comfortable here with you, but that would be a short term option. As Michael grows, we will need more room.”

“I agree.” Her muscles eased.

Did she really believe I wouldn’t come to her nest, if that was the only option we had? If she was most comfortable here?

“We could find a larger place, if you were willing to move into one. One with good schools and a safe neighborhood.”
A Xxanian nest nearby.

She nodded.

“Or, we could take the safest option and move into my family’s nest.”

Abby gasped, and her eyes widened. “But...Will your family...uh...?”

“Accept you? Of course.”

“But they don’t know us.” There was an edge of panic in that.

“Which is what I want to talk to you about.”
She gave me the opening. I have to take it.

“What is?”

“I have to introduce you both to my nest, and I can’t risk waiting too much longer to do that.”

Abby stared at him, working at words that didn’t emerge.

“How old is Michael now, Abby? Two months? Almost three?”

“F-four.”

His heart stuttered. “Four?”

She nodded. “But he doesn’t look it, because—”

“Four?” he demanded.

She cringed, drawing away from him on the mattress. “Yes, but—”

“
Seir-God
, he will set his scent without a firm nest scent unless we introduce him to the nest soon.”

Gabe worked at that, making calculations and speculations. It would have to be this week. He didn’t dare procrastinate on this. It was too important to give Michael a firm grounding in his nest.
And what will happen if he doesn’t have it? He could end up like—

“I didn’t know.” Her tone announced that tears threatened. “What happens if he doesn’t have a nest scent?”

The possibilities were too dire to consider.
He could end up like Arren Raash.

No. I will not allow that to happen to my son.
“We can make it right, but we must act quickly. Are you willing to come to the nest with me today? If we expose Michael to the nest at least a day a week for the next few months, we can imprint the nest scent on him before it’s too late.”

Abby nodded. “If we moved into the nest, would it be better?”

Gabe took his time answering. “It would, but it would mean a concerted move. I can get my
seir
and brother to help move the necessary belongings...possibly other allies as well, but I don’t want you to make that choice until you’ve seen the nest. If you can’t live there, we will make the effort to spend a day or two there at a time while Michael acclimates to the nest.”

“Okay. What do we have to do?”

“I have phone calls to make. I need
S’suuhhea
for you and
S’suumea
for Michael. I will arrange a gift of spice for my nest.” His head spun in plans. Most of it would come from
Spice Industries
. With the Raash nest as allies, accommodating them would be a priority.

“I really didn’t know,” Abby whispered.

Questions warred for the right to be first to spring from his lips. Gabe took his time, prioritizing them into what he needed to know before he called for the clothing they’d pick up on the way.

She tried to tell me something. It was probably important.
“Why does Michael appear to be younger than he is?” If he had a medical failing, his
seir
and
gran-seir
would never forgive Gabe for not being there to aid them.
I won’t forgive myself for it.

I couldn’t have known it.

Abby swallowed hard. “Because he was premature.”

Terror shafted through Gabe. “How far?”

“I carried him for a little less than three and a half months.”

“Michael survived that?” The words were out before Gabe could think of something more appropriate to ask.

“Doctor Rayn said he’s had a lot of experience with premature crossbred infants.”

“He has.”
Raash’s young alone would account for that.
“How small was Michael at birth?”

“A little less than a kilogram and a half.”

There was nothing Gabe could say to so shocking an answer. It was difficult to contemplate a babe so small.
He could have fit in my joined hands, I’d bet.
I should have been there. I failed my family when they needed me most.

“Gabe?”

“We must go today. Please say you’ll accompany me.”

Abby nodded. “Make whatever calls you need to, and we’ll leave as soon as Michael has his lunch.”

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