Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lila
Two weeks go by in a blur. My belly grows each day, and so does my appetite, but not for normal things like pickles and ice cream.
No, my little beasties insist on raw fish, and not just any raw fish—nope, a sashimi platter does not make the cut.
I have to shift into half form and go catch it myself in the ocean.
Like, what the actual fuck? I don’t think I’ve gagged so much in my life. Trying to get that shit down is nasty.
Not only that, but they also think it’s fun to do somersaults in my stomach and make me pee my pants a little on a frequent basis.
They are hell spawn. I swear there is a part of Xavier in them.
When he fucked me, his spunk must have interfered somehow, because these children are not sweet, loving, and kind like their daddy.
No, they are vindictive and chaotic, and I can feel how amused they are. I am in so much trouble.
Then there’s my kraken, who seems to have lost her ever-loving marbles.
She has me fucking so often that I swear my vagina must be close to breaking.
It’s why I have locked myself away in my wing for the day, sending my mates on a wild goose chase for a very specific Earth food.
There is no way they are going to find Baskin-Robbins strawberry cheesecake ice cream on Skarr.
They will have to go to the ship up in the space port and use one of the replicators there, which may give me some much needed alone time.
My wing has a very similar layout to my grandpas’ wing.
My great room also has the never-ending bookshelves and the sectional sofa that feels like a cloud.
The fireplace is slightly different, but the big window overlooking the ocean is the same.
Since we’ve been here, we’ve had storm after storm, so the ocean is a furious dark pink color, and the waves crash onto the shore, leaving behind pink, fluffy froth that looks like cotton candy.
Today, I have decided that I will spend the day reading and not doing much more.
My belly continues to grow, and I’m starting to get uncomfortable.
There is not a lot of room left in there.
I have no idea how exactly these things are going to get out of me, but Cas ensures me that in shifted form, it will be a breeze. Today, though, my goal is the nest.
When Maxsim and Echo arrived unexpectedly the same day I returned, and after I managed to control my blushing face, I found them a room to share, assuring Maxsim that I would not force him into a mating like his mother insisted.
In fact, I explained that, as a Skarrian, it wouldn’t happen without the attraction marks, and because neither of us are showing them, we are safe.
That seemed to calm him slightly, but he hasn’t poked his head out of his suite much since he’s been here. His suite is climate controlled to suit his needed temperatures, even though I know he can adapt, although that might explain why they didn’t socialize very often on the ship.
Echo is quite taken with this big room as well and likes to watch the stormy seas just like I do, but he never seemed comfortable, so I asked Xavier to put a sunken nest directly in front of the window for him and fill it with cushions.
The sound of Echo’s purring is so relaxing, I often find myself falling asleep when he’s sitting in there while I’m reading.
Neither he nor Maxsim are around this morning, however, and I have been dying to try the nest out myself.
I’ve been stubbornly ignoring the whole knotting thing since they arrived, despite my mates pressing to talk about it.
I just want to pretend it didn’t happen.
It’s like fight club. The first rule of knot club is that you don’t talk about it.
Right? I mean, it hasn’t happened again, so it had to have been a fluke.
Looking around, I try to figure out how I’m going to get into Echo’s nest. He just jumps down whether he’s in cat or bipedal form, but there’s no way I could do that even if I wasn’t hefting around a thousand pounds of baby kraken.
With no other way, I maneuver myself down onto the ground before hanging my feet over the edge of the pit.
It’s not a long way down, and there are plenty of cushions to break my fall, so I should be fine.
I slide my bottom over the edge and rather ungracefully land in the pit on my knees.
It’s soft, so there’s no pain, and a rush of air flies up, surrounding me with the most incredible fucking smell—frost and crisp apples.
Omega. Mine. The voice I heard only once back on Iceen decides to make itself known, and my body starts to move like it’s been taken over by another being, rolling around in the nest and covering the cushions with our own scent, while also trying to absorb as much of this one as we can.
Purring sounds, like when Link fucked me, rumble out of my chest, but this one is a little deeper and more insistent.
This is fucking crazy. It’s like having a split personality. Just call me Kevin or Patricia.
When I was with Link, I felt the need to submit, but now I have an overwhelming desire to make Echo submit to me.
I want to push him to the ground and ride his cock like it’s a pogo stick.
I grit my teeth and stop my movements. What the fuck is going on with me?
I feel like I’m bipolar with all these different urges and needs.
I feel a burn in my shoulder, and I just know a new attraction mark has appeared.
“Oh, come on!” I shout out loud. “Seriously, aren’t there already enough?”
My back must look like a Salvador Dali painting with all the different attraction marks on it.
That brings my total to six, but I am still in denial about the horny can of tuna’s mark.
Sure, he’s hot, but he’s an arrogant, delusional dick.
Maybe if he stops thinking with his little head and starts thinking with the one on his shoulders, I will consider his offer.
I mean, it would be no hardship. I’ve had my tentacle on his dick and, well, it was really nice.
Until these babies are born, though, and I can wrap my head around being a mother—Holy fuck!—I am pretending everyone else doesn’t exist. I have two mates and two fiancés, and nothing and no one else.
I throw my arms out, starfishing as wide as I can in this nest that smells like everything I want to put in my mouth, which is a nice change from raw fish.
Flapping my arms up and down, I make nest angels before rolling over and curling into a ball.
I think a nap is in order. I have been working so hard to grow these babies, and it’s taking everything out of me.
Mandatory mommy naps are most definitely a thing.
I reach down and pull up one of the blankets that are conveniently placed at the base of the round nest. When I draw it over me, another fresh fragrance assaults my senses—peppermint and fresh snow.
I bring it up to my face and inhale deeply before rubbing it all over my exposed skin, then I come to my senses.
“Agghh!” I scrunch my eyes closed and try to ignore the great need the scent causes in me.
My panties are practically dripping, so I’m going to make a mess of Echo’s nest. I need to get out.
I sit up and look up at the side that seems so far away now that I’m in here.
Crap, I didn’t really think this through.
How the fuck am I going to get my pregnant ass body out of the nest?
A sound has my ears perking up. It’s the sound of the door opening.
Fuck, someone is going to see me. In a panic, I yank pillows and blankets up and over my body, hiding me from plain sight.
I shiver as the two complementary scents bombard my senses and squeeze my legs tight in an urge to ease the ache, praying no one will see my movement.
If anyone were to look down here, all they would see is an empty nest piled high with softness.
Then, when whoever it is leaves, I will call Xavier and ask him to come get me and hope he doesn’t laugh his fucking head off at my predicament—or get angry and remove Echo’s cute little furry face from his sexy as fuck body.
I mean, you have to see that cat in a loincloth.
Thank you to whoever decided that was the most appropriate fashion for a subzero temperature environment.
I strain my ears in the hope I can make out footsteps, but I hear nothing, only the sound of the door latch clicking. I wait a moment longer, but when no footsteps approach, I feel the tension in my body melt away. I push back the blankets and sit up. “Phew, not caught.”
“Oh, but I disagree.” The unexpected voice has me shrieking, picking up a cushion, and hurling it in their direction.
The person I threw it at dodges it and jumps gracefully down into the pit before me. Echo’s white fur practically blends into all the beautiful fabrics that are down here, but his bright blue eyes are vivid with amusement and something more—lust!
“Lila, lovely, are you making yourself comfortable in my nest?” The omega’s nostrils flare, his whiskers twitch, and his furry eyebrows jump.
“Very comfortable, if I’m not mistaken.” Echo starts to purr, and I can’t help myself as I join him.
He collapses to his knees and crawls toward me, his tail twitching behind him as his cute furry ears tilt in my direction.
“I’m so sorry, Echo. I was tired, and your nest looked so comfortable, and when I got down here, I realized I couldn’t get back up,” I splutter out, frozen on the spot, not wanting to agitate him any further for being in his nest, but all he does is rub his furry cheek against mine, butting me gently with his head until I fall back against the cushions.
Once there, he lies next to me and snuggles in, wrapping his arms around my body and stroking my stomach.