Chapter 19 #2
Kenji lunged at his mate, the need overwhelming. Qylar collected him in his arms and pinned him against the shower wall, feasting on his mouth. His tentacles appeared, wrapping around Kenji’s wrists and ankles and positioning him just so, lifting his legs and opening him to Qylar.
One thin tip of a tentacle teased around his hole, testing the opening. Slowly Qylar filled him, the girth growing the deeper it went. Kenji’s low moan filled the bathroom as his body expanded to fit his mate’s thick impalement. Warmth radiated from his core, pleasure building.
The connection made whole, Kenji shuddered. This was where his mate belonged.
Qylar collected Kenji’s face in his hands, searching his mate’s eyes. Kenji’s pupils were blown, his eyes almost black. Worry filled him. “Baby… what’s gotten into you?”
“I need you,” Kenji whispered. “Please…”
Qylar lowered his lips to Kenji’s. His mate’s desperation seemed to grow by the day, starting right after their dip in the ocean.
Kenji had mentioned experiencing the world more vividly since.
Had it changed something else within him?
He’d joked about something in the water, but he was beginning to think it might’ve done something to Kenji.
They’d checked in with the doctors who’d oversaw all of Alex’s pregnancies, and they’d given him a clean bill of health.
Kenji was only the second hybrid to get pregnant, and they had no standard of care yet.
No two pregnancies were ever the same, and all the data the doctors had compiled came from Alex’s three.
That wasn’t much to go on and who knew what complications could occur.
Part of him wanted to take his mate back to Nefyria, but he wasn’t sure they’d be much help.
His odd reaction showed signs of a hormone rush, but that usually happened much earlier in a pregnancy and as far as Qylar knew, wasn’t accompanied by unrelenting lust. When they went back to the ship to send the messages, he’d also send one seeking help with Kenji’s recent restlessness.
Until then, he would sate Kenji’s need as best he could, taking care not to overuse his body. He slowly drove his tentacle in and out, coiling it inside to stretch the tender tissues wider. Kenji’s head fell back against the tile, his mouth open as he panted.
“That feels so good,” Kenji whispered.
Qylar rocked into his mate, carefully watching Kenji’s expressions for signs of pain. None came, thankfully.
Kenji’s skin began to turn shades of pink, dotted with small specks of blue.
Qylar stopped, leaning his head back to search his mate.
A few seconds later, Kenji rapidly shifted into his cephalopod form, still mounted on his cock tentacle.
He tried to withdraw, but Kenji sucked him deeper.
He wrapped his tentacles around Qylar’s arms and torso and moved himself up and down on the thick appendage.
“Fuck,” Qylar said, his head falling back. He’d never experienced anything like it, the forceful sucking of his most sensitive tentacle nearly sent him to his knees—if he’d had knees at that moment.
He spread his lower tentacles to the walls around them to steady himself and his hand to pull Kenji off him, worried it was too deep. Kenji refused to let go, impaling himself on the swollen appendage over and over again.
Qylar could sense Kenji’s desire for him to fully shift. At least it felt as if Kenji was calling him to do that—but there was no way he could allow that. His animal form was much too large, and he’d tear Kenji in two. All he could do was hold on and let Kenji sate himself.
It didn’t take long. Kenji’s boneless body violently spasmed around his cock.
That sent Qylar over the edge, and he cried out as he came deep within Kenji.
As soon as he slowly withdrew, Kenji returned to human form.
Qylar quickly reached out with his tentacles to prevent him from landing hard on the tiles.
Kenji wasn’t moving, his eyes closed. Terror struck Qylar. He checked for breathing and a pulse—and finally took a shuddering breath when he found both. A couple of seconds later, Kenji’s eyes opened and he blinked a few times.
“What was that?”
“I don’t know,” Qylar said, trying to keep his tone even when he was spiraling inside. What was happening to his mate?
Using his tentacles, Qylar carefully washed Kenji’s body clean, and then his own.
Kenji slipped in and out of sleep the entire time, almost as boneless as he’d been in his cephalopod form.
Once out, he dried and dressed his mate, then tucked him into bed to rest. After dressing himself, he sat on the edge of the bed for a long while, worry mounting.
Once he was sure Kenji was sleeping peacefully, he went down for his phone.
He’d created a relay with his ship that would bring it to his location on command.
He and Cryss had decided to keep the ships some distance from the house for security reasons, but he needed answers more than he worried about one of his neighbors seeing an odd, reflective shimmer flying past. The snow would hopefully cover its arrival enough.
When it hovered overhead, he transported himself up and sent the messages they’d needed sent—medical and those seeking Kenji’s family history.
Answers about Kenji’s heritage might prove as important as the ones from the doctors about his curious symptoms for all he knew.
After sending his contacts the request for information, he relayed his concerns to Alex’s doctors and Cryss, as well.
While he wasn’t thrilled to share details of their sex life, his concern for Kenji’s wellbeing was greater than their need for privacy.
Before he left the ship, he noticed a subspace message blinking, awaiting his notice.
A smile came to his lips. It had been sent earlier that morning.
Alex had given birth to a healthy baby boy, and both papa and son were quite healthy, though the arrival had been early.
Xandor Ray joined Zaadi Helene and Aeloran Krythar.
All three middle names were in honor of Alex’s parents.
His biological father King Krythar, his human mother Helen, and his human stepfather, Ray.
Qylar winced. He’d share no such honor with his own parents, and doubted Kenji would want to with his, either.
When they had children. He had to continue to remind himself that was not upcoming, but something distant in the future.
Just because Kenji seemed to be growing closer to him didn’t mean he was ready to be a father, and Qylar would respect his mate’s decision.
Even if it broke his heart. He needed to learn how to better cover his emotions when it came to the pregnancy. He was still doing a piss-poor job, and it was unfair to Kenji that he couldn’t steel himself better.
Once he’d returned to the house and sent the ship back to the dock, he raced upstairs to check in on Kenji. He slept still, the picture of peace. Slipping off his shoes and sweater, he crawled under the covers. Kenji curled right into him, cuddling close in sleep.
Other than being lusty, there were really no other signs for concern, so perhaps it wasn’t as bad as he’d made it out to be. But he couldn’t shake the feeling there was a larger issue at hand.