The Tiger's Baby: A Paranormal Pregnancy Romance (10 page)

Damned better be
, she thought. “Now, we need to get Rodney some medical attention, who will help me carry him?” she shouted across the throng.

Almost every hand raised in unison. Each dirty face was etched in the sort of loyalty that could only belong between brothers, and in a way she felt left out, even if she could appreciate, envy even, that bond. But it was Rodney’s hand on her elbow that caused her to turn and he looked at her as if she were the sun, something life-sustaining that could never be replaced.

“Let’s go home,” he sighed.

*

“How’s it look?” Gloria asked.

She was huddled on the couch in Rodney’s cabin, and had made quick friends with Nancy, who was purring incessantly as her new acquaintance scratched at her head. Gloria still had a few Band-aids on her face, but the swelling in her eye had gone down, and despite a few bruises here and there she was back to her normal self.

“I dunno, but they smell great,” Kristen said, pulling a tray of brownies out of the oven and setting them on the counter. She hoped to surprise Rodney with them, though she had little faith in her cooking skills.

“He’ll love them,” Gloria read her mind, “almost as much as he loves you. If you’re ready, I’ll drive you up. I have a shift at the store, I’m heading in that direction anyway.”

Kristen took up her offer, and settled into the seat. When she set the Tupperware container full of sweets on her lap she noticed that a small bump had started to form, almost unnoticeable under her sweater, but when she wore a T-shirt or nothing at all it was apparent.
It’s growing inside me
, she thought, and wondered if it would be a boy or girl.

“Any weird cravings yet?” Gloria asked as she got into the driver’s seat.

“Not really. But I am hungry.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean
those
kinds of cravings,” her friend winked.

“Gloria!” she hissed, embarrassed.

“Kidding, kidding. Well, sort of,” Gloria said, chortling under her breath, “but what about the other Tigers. Any word from them? I see the livestock killings have stopped.”

“They’ve moved back into the old farm on the north shore. Now that they don’t have Theo to control them, Clement is doing a good job ‘rehabilitating’ them. That was his word, anyway. I guess they’re going to try to open a real organic farm… pigs, cattle, chickens, everything. It’s funny, they’re actually becoming the sort of people they took advantage of all those years ago.”

“You may have a bundle of joy on the way, but I have to admit, it seems like you’re already playing mother to a flock,” Gloria tapped her long fingers on the steering wheel, and squeezed Kristen’s arm.

At the hospital, Kristen waved goodbye to Gloria and watched her pull away before heading into the hospital. There was a wave of cool air that hit her and tousled her hair, and she headed for the elevator again. The nurse on duty looked up over her board and nodded behind her glasses, pointing with a pen toward the door where Rodney was recuperating.

His injuries had been more grievous than he’d let on –
didn’t even mutter a gasp of pain
, she thought. He hadn’t wanted her to worry, but when they’d reached the hospital at last, the doctors had been aghast. They were even more surprised at how rapid a recovery he was making.

“Hey, you,” she said, and Rodney’s eyes flashed open. He’d somehow managed to snag a room all to his own, even though he slept most of the day.

“Oh my, are those for me?” he said noticing the brownies.

“Thought you could use something more stimulating than hospital food for a change.”

“And bad soap operas,” he said, dropping the remote on the table beside him. “Come here, you. I want to see you. I missed you.”

Kristen scooted onto his bed and bent down where his mouth was waiting. She had also missed him, and let him know it by plunging her mouth into his. He let out a surprised and muffled murmur as her body craned over top of his, her hands moving over his broad chest as if she were learning the topography of his skin and hair by touch.

“I’m pregnant,” she said helplessly, her face hovering inches from him, “I can’t help myself. I’m a bit of a vixen, at the moment.”

He laughed and kissed her back, and tasted her saliva flowing down into his mouth, her tongue tickling his lips. Rodney opened his mouth wider as she took control, burying her nails into his chest and forcing her tongue further into his mouth where he sucked on it. Kristen cooed, and let him suck harder. Her fingers pulled down on the sheets that covered him, and she was delighted to find that there was nothing on underneath.

“Hospital… protocol,” he breathed hoarsely, pulling up on her shirt.

She laughed and struggled out of it, throwing it onto the chair and unclipped her bra. Her breasts had grown larger with her pregnancy, and Rodney exhaled with a latent desire as he cupped them both and began to massage them. Kristen groaned, working on opening her jeans. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive, and as soon as his hand pressed against them they stiffened like pink buttons against his hands, and she thrust her chest toward him. Rodney sucked hard on them, licking them in tight circles as she awkwardly kicked off her jeans.

“In my hospital room? You think that’s a good idea?” he asked, drawing his face away from her heaving bosom. Their sweltering flesh brushed against his chest, asking to be fondled.

“If you ask me to put my pants back on, I will,” she teased.

“I
would
be sick if I did something like that,” he said, pulling away the sheet again as she rid herself of her panties and scooted on top of him. He brought the sheet down again as she rocked on top, her hands planted on his chest.

“It’s nice to see that everything still functions,” she said slyly, and reached down between both their legs. Her hand found his cock and she pulled on it. They hadn’t made love in almost a week, since he’d first come into the hospital, and both of them were aching for each other.

Kristen spread her legs wide, giving him a full glimpse of her pubis. The dark mound of hair angled upward from her vulva, and had also grown thicker in the course of her pregnancy. He reached down, stroking her inner thighs right where the hair tapered off, and Kristen closed her eyes, her lips forming an open O as he tempted her. She slid her hand harder up and down on his shaft, and he took the hint and brought his own fingers over her groin, seeking her out until he found the warm folds of her labia. With infinite care he parted them, and found her ready. A warm liquid drooled into his palm as he pressed against the entrance to her vagina, stretching it with his fingers until he’d inserted two digits. She moaned and dipped her head forward, her other hand bracing on his shoulder.

“I think you’re ready,” he said softly.

“I want you inside me, Rodney,” she gasped, and moved forward on her knees several inches and stood up. His hands went to her breasts again, gripping and sliding over the small bump on her abdomen. Her breasts held themselves suspended above them, ripe with desire, their nipples standing on end as if they’d been zapped by electricity.

Kristen gripped his penis again, and held it aloft as she lowered herself centimeter by centimeter. She reached behind with one hand and held his knee, pushing her chest and groin outward so that he could watch as he penetrated her.

Her labial lips spread wide and he gulped when he saw the pink blood-infused interior, and bit down on the inside of his cheek as the head of his member disappeared up the ribbed warm canal of her vagina. Both of them held their breath as she lowered herself further and further, until he was buried almost to the base of his shaft. Her pussy was spread wide, and she felt him flex his muscle inside her, hardening.

As was their custom, she started slow, gyrating her hips and bucking toward him, though by now they had worked up a sweat and her thighs were slippery against his. Rodney’s hands cupped her breasts again, working them with the same fluid rhythmic motion. Both their groins meshed into one another like two flowers, and Kristen bit her own lip as she felt a wave of passion overlap itself like the ripples on a pond. Each time he touched her, kissed her, licked her, it was like another stone thrown into the pond of their embrace, until she couldn’t tell where she began and he ended.

She had a minor orgasm and felt a wetness course out of her, wicked up by his pubic hair, and worked harder, pumping herself against him like an exercise machine as he drove her toward an even greater climax.

They changed positions, and she turned around so that her back was facing him. His hands scratched at her, moving lower until they reached her round buttocks. “Harder, fuck me harder,” she said, her feet curling up as she plowed into him. “Make me cum, unnh, Rodney, make me cum hard,” her words slipped out of her like butterflies and lost themselves in the air around them.

Rodney reached down and spread her cheeks wider. He bucked upward, causing her to squirm and grunt with each movement. At the same time, his thumb moved lower, tracing her anus. She seemed to enjoy this even more and bent forward, flattening herself against his legs as he teased her. There was enough moisture on both of them, and he tested the limits of their relationship by moving his thumb over her perineum, then back up to her anus.

The way she thrust her buttocks toward him, he knew she was eager for yet another new experience. Slowly, he pressed his thumb against the stricture, and was surprised to find her willing. He moved his thumb deeper, penetrating her anus and Kristen let out a low wail.

“If you do that, I’m going to cum, I can’t help it,” she said, her hands latching onto his ankles over the sheet.

“I think you’ve earned it,” he said, pressing his thumb deeper, and bucking his hips upward at the same time. Kristen reacted as if she’d been hit by something, her body creating a wave as she lifted her waist.

“More!” she pleaded. Their sexes were drenched now, and Rodney was breathing hard, his own hair plastered over his face. He moved his finger deeper into her anus and bucked again, thrusting his member hard up against the palate of her G-spot.

Kristen reached for a spare flap of the sheet and stuffed it in her mouth to keep from screaming. Her waist wobbled, causing her buttocks to jiggle in front of him as her climax reached through her body. Rodney let out a mild grunt as he came as well, but Kristen had already pulled herself away. His seed spurted onto her ass, and began to run down the ravine between her cheeks.

She turned and faced him again, a dizzy look on her face. Rodney helped her back under the sheets as she reached down and continued to stroke his member, her hand growing sticky with its residue. She brought her fingers up to her mouth and smelled him once before licking them clean. The salty aftertaste clung to her mouth with a heavy dryness, and she yearned to quench it against his lips again.

Rodney grunted, putting the back of his arm across his eyes. “I think you just set back my recovery by a week,” he joked, breathing hard. Kristen traced his chest with her fingers, and reached over him for the brownies on the chair, her large breasts squishing against his pecs.

“I’d say just what the doctor ordered,” she said, offering him a brown square.

Patiently, they ate in silence, both of them draped against one another like bodies that had been spilled out of the same vessel. It was Rodney who spoke first, and although Kristen had been enjoying the quiet, she could see there was something that had been on the tip of his tongue since she’d first entered.

“What is it?” she asked before he opened his mouth.

“Well,” he rubbed his head, “maybe this is premature, maybe not, but I was just thinking. You know, with a baby on the way, we… well, we haven’t even really thought of a name yet. I mean, we don’t even know the sex yet, so I guess I’m getting ahead of myself-”

“It’s a boy,” she said matter-of-factly.

Rodney couldn’t contain his surprise. “A-are you sure? How do you know?”

She pressed her finger to his nose. “A mother knows. And a Shifter mother knows even better. I think it was when I was fighting with Theo, I knew – I began to sympathize with him. I don’t think there was any other way for it to end, but I pitied him. It must have been a terrible burden, trying to keep his family alive. I suppose… in his position I would do the same thing, whatever it took to protect the people I love.”

“If it wasn’t possible for him to find a place in society, where he could belong… then I agree, we can pity him. But we shall not dismiss him,” Rodney agreed. “Sometimes the world seems terribly cruel and unfair.”

Kristen buried her face against him. She didn’t want to think about it. There were too many other wonderful and beautiful things to look forward to. An entire life was waiting for them outside the window, eagerly anticipating their return.

That’s it,
she thought.

With a somnolent twist of her body she faced him again, and cocked her head. “I think I have the perfect name for him. A name that might stand for peace, for a second chance,” she said timidly, and saw Rodney raise an eyebrow. “How about… Theo?”

Her mate cocked his head in turn, and then grinned. “I think it’s perfect.”

THE END

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