Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
CLAIRE
Dr. Madsen’s clinic has consistently emitted a fragrance reminiscent of roses, printer ink, and disinfectant.
The lights hum too loudly. The hallway feels narrower. My body feels warm and overstimulated from this morning’s pumping session. My breasts are full, tender, and heavier than they've ever been, and something inside me curls tight the moment we step through the glass doors.
Erik’s hand remains firmly placed on the small of my back. It’s a subtle touch, but anchoring and possessive. He silently instructs me to remain close. Dr. Madsen greets us with her usual brightness.
“Claire and Erik! Good to see you both.” Her smile is warm.
Dr. Rhys stands behind her, clipboard at his chest like a shield. When his eyes meet mine, something inside me jumps. His interest in me feels too focused, too direct, and too hungry.
“Let’s get your visit started,” Dr. Madsen says quickly, almost pushing us toward the exam room.
The office feels a bit chillier than normal, and it's making me shiver. I shed my cardigan and nursing bra and then settle onto the table.
I have a thin open covering on as I squirm on the paper, crinkling under me, while Erik hovers beside me like a silent storm.
“We’ll do a routine hormone panel and nutrient check plus a routine breast exam to ensure you’re not developing any issues,” Dr. Madsen says.
Dr. Madsen suppresses a yawn. Erik's expression is one of concern, and it makes me smile, knowing he is taking it all in.
“Not sleeping well?" he says curiously.
She shakes her head, a quick gesture. "Just a long morning."
"Are you really okay with this, considering how wiped out you are?" Erik murmurs.
Her eyes widen with a flicker of astonishment. Before she can respond, Dr. Rhys steps closer with a tray of labeled vials, too many vials for my liking.
“We need additional samples,” he says.
“No,” Erik answers instantly. “You need what’s medically necessary. Nothing more.”
Dr. Rhys’s polite tone doesn’t change. “The company I work for and contract with Dr. Madsen is keen to learn more about Claire’s milk productivity. This discovery could change medicine for all mothers-to-be or other women that desire to induce lactation.”
“No,” Erik repeats.
My heart thumps. “What’s going on?”
Dr. Madsen exhales shakily. “There was a request from Dr. Rhys's research group. I was unsure until Dr. Rhys explained how this could help other women.”
Dr. Rhys’s jaw flexes once in irritation or defiance; I can’t tell. Erik steps in front of me, blocking me with his body.
“Claire is not a research subject.”
Dr. Rhys doesn’t move back. “Her biomarkers are extraordinary. It would be medically negligent not to…”
Erik’s voice drops into a growl I’ve never heard before. “You take one more step toward her, and I will break your hands.”
Silence hits the room like a blow. Dr. Madsen gasps. "Erik…" But he isn’t listening. His attention is locked on Dr. Rhys, who finally steps back, slowly, like he’s cataloging every one of Erik’s movements.
I slide off the table on unsteady legs. “I don’t feel safe right now,” I say shakily.
Erik turns to me instantly. “We’re leaving.” Dr. Madsen nods helplessly. “Of course, I don’t want you ever to feel unsafe here. I’ll call in a few days to discuss this with you both.”
Dr. Rhys doesn’t protest, but I can feel his eyes follow me all the way out the clinic doors. And the look in them tells me this isn’t over.
The air outside feels like heat rising off asphalt.
Erik walks with one hand on my back. “Get in, little one,” he murmurs, unlocking the passenger door, helping me sit down, and buckling me up.
Before he can close the passenger door, a man steps out from behind a silver SUV, arms crossed, expression blank.
“Halvorsen,” he calls out in a too-smooth voice. Erik goes stone-still. My heart beats fast against my chest. The stranger’s eyes flick to me. He is not looking at my face but rather at my breasts.
He’s assessing, measuring, and calculating.
“Whatever this is, you do not want to start anything, especially here where civilians can get hurt,” Erik says. “Best for you to walk away.”
The man’s smile is thin. “We’ll speak soon.”
“No,” Erik said sternly. “We won’t.”
The man lifts his hands, not in surrender, just as a gesture of inevitability, before slipping away behind the SUV and driving off.
I shake all over. Erik checks to ensure I’m buckled in safely once more, then closes the passenger door and jogs over to the driver’s seat, buckles in quickly, turns on the car, and begins to drive out of the parking lot as swiftly and safely as possible.
“Erik,” I whisper, my voice breaking.
“I know, sweetheart," he says soothingly, both hands on the wheel, gripping it hard enough I can see his knuckles turning white.
When he rounds the corner, I see it in his expression: this wasn’t just a warning… it was a threat.
I collapse onto the couch, trembling. The room feels too bright. My skin feels too tight. My chest aches with heaviness, the kind that signals I need to pump, but fear turns the ache sharp.
Erik kneels in front of me, hands on my thighs. “Look at me.”
I try. “Claire. Look at me.”
My eyes finally meet his, and the moment they do, everything crashes out of me.
“I don’t feel like myself,” I sob. “My body is changing so fast, and it scares me that Dr. Rhys seemed too interested, and what if it’s my fault they’re watching, and what if…”
He catches my face in both palms. “Stop.” His voice is deep, steady, and unshakeable.
“You listen to me now.” His thumb brushes away tears.
“You are not broken. You are not in danger because of who you are. You are in danger because they want to use you. And that will never happen.”
I shake my head. “But I feel like I’m turning into someone I don’t recognize…”
His forehead drops to mine. “You’re becoming who you were always meant to be.”
My breath hitches. “You’re strong. You’re giving to us and our dynamic, and you’re mine to love and protect,” he whispers. “And you are not facing any of this alone.”
A pulse of warmth floods through me at the certainty in his tone. Then his hands slide down my sides, slow and grounding, to my hips.
“I want you undressed and on our bed,” he murmurs, his voice turning lower and hotter. “Now.”
The fear doesn’t disappear, but the desire strikes just as fiercely. My thighs clench involuntarily.
He sees it. “Good girl,” he breathes. “Bed, now.”
Erik
“I’m still shaken from today.” She stretches her arms above her head, pushing her hips up and sighing as I stroke her clit with just enough pressure to make it slick.
“I think we can change that.” I drag her panties down and watch how her legs automatically spread to give me better access.
“I think you should let me fill this pussy, don’t you?” I ask, positioning myself between her legs and admiring the way my thumb looks, drawing circles against her clit.
“You really do have an obsession with that, don’t you?” She laughs until she realizes that I’m in no way denying it.
“You don’t like it?” I question her, stopping my fingers from playing with her clit and resting my palm on the mattress beside her head.
“I never said I didn’t like it; I was just stating a fact,” she says with a smirk, and I enjoy this bratty side of hers starting to slip out more.
“Well, here's another fact for you, baby girl. Nothing excites me more than the thought of this hot, little snatch filled with my cum.”
“Now you're talking crazy for cumming in me without a condom,” she whispers, arching her back off the mattress when I start to tease her entrance with my cock.
“Don’t ever underestimate my crazy when it comes to claiming you,” I warn her, kissing her lovely neck.
“You're going to feel me inside you all day.” I kiss her clavicle before sinking my teeth into her skin.
“Look at your lovely cheeks, all red from thinking about it.” I grab her thigh and guide it around my hip so I can find a deeper angle inside her.
“I like the idea of you having a piece of me with you always.” I kiss my way up her neck until I reach her jaw.
“You want that too, lovely girl? Do you want a piece of me inside you?” I graze her with my teeth.
She nods her head without hesitation as I push my cock slowly inside her. “Good girl.” I test her resilience with those words again.
“I like the thought of that,” she admits, rubbing her lips together as if it’s a sin. “I never thought I...”
“Shhhhh.” I rest my forehead against hers as I thrust inside her deeply, ensuring that she has a lasting memory of me.
“I like all the things you do to me, Erik.” I admire the tears in her eyes because they're not sad ones. They’re joyful tears, and I put them there.
“I like the way you're changing everything, like the way you claim me.” She laughs a little as her hand slides up into my hair. I wonder if she will like how it feels to have my baby growing inside her one day, and if she will embrace the way I claim her then.
I squeeze one of her large tits in my hand. Just thinking about them with milk has me wrapping my lips around her nipple and sucking her hard into my mouth.
She gasps as I hold them both in my hands, pushing them together as I keep a steady pace with my hips.
“Keep doing that; I feel like I’m going to come,” she tells me breathlessly, and I smile against her pretty, pink nipple when I realize how well she’s getting to know her body's responses.
“You're so gorgeous when you come, baby girl.” I keep the pace the way she likes while I graze her other nipple with my teeth before suckling as hard as I did the other one.
I want her to feel me all over her body while we’re not together. “Erik.” She says my name desperately as her body tenses, clamping me inside her like a vise.
“That's my good girl. Come all over my cock; show me how much you like being full of it. Show me that it fucking belongs inside you, baby. Just like this. Stretching you open, making you come… Fuck!”
Her fingernails scrape over my shoulders and make me shiver. “You gonna take this load I give you?”
“Yes,” she answers breathlessly.
“I want you to feel me still inside you when you walk. You want to taste me on your tongue, too?” I cradle her jaw, squeezing each side of her mouth between my thumb and fingers as she nods back at me obediently.
“Open up, baby. Let me see that tongue.” I wait until she does as I ask before I move forward and take her mouth in mine.
Her eyes widen in shock, but her pussy clamps me tighter. “There we go, baby.” I watch as she takes me for a while longer till I pull back, leaving her breathless with puffy red lips.
“Such a good girl, my good girl,” I tell her with heat and desire.
“Are you ready for me to fill you in now?” She nods at me again.
“Yes?” I tease her a little. “Tell me then; use that pretty little mouth to say the words.”
“I’m… I’m ready, Erik.”
“I love you, Claire.”
“I love you too, Erik.” Her eyelashes flutter like delicate little butterfly wings.
“You are my entire life. I love everything you bring to my life. I thank everything above that you are in my life every fucking day.” I sink my teeth into her shoulder as I spill inside her unprotected pussy, holding my hips tight against hers to ensure every last drop of me makes it inside her.
“Don’t you ever fucking forget that you mean everything to me, baby girl,” I growl against her skin, gently kissing the bite mark I left on her shoulder, feeling the slight ridges of my teeth on her skin.
She shudders in my embrace as her orgasm washes over her, and God help me, it’s the best feeling in the whole damn world.
CLAIRE
My head rests over his heart, still beating hard beneath my cheek. He strokes my back slowly, hand warm and steady. No tension. No fear. Just him.
“How do you feel?” he asks softly.
“Safe,” I whisper. “Safe with you.”
He kisses the top of my head. “That’s all I need to hear.”
“Erik?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“If they come… what do we do?”
His hand pauses only one second, just long enough for me to feel it.
“Then I take them apart,” he says calmly, “Piece by piece.”
A shiver runs through me, but not from fear. This man is willing to destroy the world for me. He cups my chin and tilts my face up.
“They don’t get you,” he whispers. “Not your body, not your milk, not your mind. You are mine to protect.”
My throat tightens. “And you’re mine.”
His eyes soften, but the fury underneath stays burning.
“Sleep,” he murmurs. “I’ll be right here.”
ERIK
When Claire finally falls asleep, I situate her among pillows, pulling up our comforter and slipping out of bed to step into the hallway.
I don’t turn on the lights for fear of waking up my angel. Instead, I head into my office to dial Bjorn.
He answers immediately. “Erik?”
“They made contact.” There is a moment of pure, lethal silence.
“Where?”
“Clinic parking lot.”
“Who?”
“Unknown. They are observing Claire as if she were a product.”
“Then they’re close.”
“Too close.”
I think of Claire curled in the blankets, the faint swell of her chest rising and falling.
“They’re coming for her,” I say quietly.
Bjorn exhales. “Then we get ready.”
I hang up.
And for the first time in years, I pray our preps are enough this time around.