Epilogue #2
“You know I have excellent hearing, right?” Axel says to Xan and rolls his eyes. “And so do they.” He nods over at his parents, who are fussing with a laptop at the bar counter.
“Oh, don’t mind us,” Griff says. “Talk as dirty as you want. We could use some entertainment while we’re trying to get this damn thing to work.”
Braxton gives me a kiss on the cheek, then heads toward the counter. “What seems to be the trouble?”
I hear them saying something about the elegant music that’s supposed to play for our wedding dance.
Griff insisted on helping me pick it out after I joked about how fun it would be to twerk to a club song with Earthling heads of state in attendance, having to keep a straight face and act respectful during the whole thing.
He helped me find an awesome waltz song that was made for rotation moves, so the three of us can switch partners a few times before the song comes to an end, with Xan in Braxton’s arms and me in Hex’s.
“I swear,” I growl, “if something ruins our song after I learned to dance just for it, with this big belly in the way—”
“Nothing is going to be ruined. Everything is fine,” Hex assures me, but as he’s talking—and standing to block my view—the computer starts making loud, worrying, beeping sounds every time someone presses a key.
“You sure about that?” I ask, trying to look past him to get a better look at whatever disaster is unfolding, just before we’re supposed to double-check everything to make sure it will all be perfect when the guests arrive.
“Yes,” he says confidently, in his best captain of a cool-ass alien ship voice. “Let’s go up and get some air.”
“But I just came down,” I argue. “And above ground the air is in a dome, so it’s not exactly the freshest—”
“Let’s go to the guest quarters then,” Hex insists, leading me by the arm to the elevator.
I throw a concerned look over my shoulder, at Xan, who is staring at my ass. His eyes dart from it to my face before he gives me a thumbs up. “Go relax and practice your vows or something. We’ll take care of anything that isn’t fine.”
“So,” I say, “that means some things aren’t fine?”
“Listen to your mates before you go into labor and have to call the whole thing off, Jaxus!” Axel shouts as the elevator doors close.
“He just doesn’t want it called off so he can shag someone tonight,” I huff, suddenly upset.
Wait, why am I upset about that? I was fully rooting for him just a few minutes ago!
Ugh.
Pregnancy is the worst sometimes.
I don’t like how the hormones can make me so moody, but Hex is as patient about it as ever when we sit down on the soft chairs in the guest quarters.
He moves his chair in front of mine and puts my feet in his lap.
I don’t realize how hard I’m breathing until he takes off my polished shoes and silk socks, and begins rubbing my feet with a deep frown on his beautiful red face.
“I must be so irritating right now, even if you’re too sweet to tell me I am,” I say sheepishly. “I can see it on your face.”
“No… I… It’s not you, little hybrid,” he says, sounding sincere. “I’ve been on edge all day.”
“So all of this is getting to you too?”
“No, it’s not the wedding either.” He’s staring at my belly and his aura is flickering. It’s a dark color that signals apprehension.
My heart stops and I immediately think the worst. “Do you resent the fact that I got pregnant before we were even married, so now we won’t experience being newlyweds without a bunch of sleepless nights with a hatchling in our future?”
He shakes his head. “That’s not even close to the truth!
I feel nothing but love when I think about our hatchling, and I think about him all the time—that’s the problem.
I love him so much I can’t help but worry about everything he’ll face in the future.
And I feel the same way about you, Xan, Braxton, and the Derecko. Which is just… It’s a lot to take in.”
He sighs as his fingers gently work my feet, then continues.
“Soon, I’ll have three husbands, a hatchling, and a ship to captain.
And I don’t want to let any of you out of my sight, but it will be impossible for me to be there for all of you, all of the time.
I would just set myself up for failure, and definitely end up letting someone down. ”
Well, blimey, I had no idea he was feeling this way about struggling to be a good captain, husband, and pem. He’s always so strong and in charge, it’s hard to tell when his feelings don’t match the confidence he puts on display.
Although, now that I think of it, he has been messier than usual, like he was on the scoutships, during times when he was overwhelmed and needed a break.
“But that’s why we’re so lucky we’ll be a big family on a big ship,” I say firmly, deciding to be the confident one for the both of us right now.
“Not only will someone always be there for our nestling—someone will always be there for you too, Hex. Just tell us what we need to do to make you feel less stressed out, and we’ll do it. ”
“But what if our nestling needs me and I’m not there for him?” he asks gruffly, his frown turning into a grimace. “The idea of letting either of you down kills me.”
“If you’re raising him he can’t be let down, even when you’re not there for him, because having you as his pem will make him the most capable hatchling, nestling, and grown hybrid we could hope for him to be.
I know that because I know you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.
And you’ve made me better every day that I’ve known you, since the day you saved my life. ”
“But you haven’t always been receptive to the ways that I want to make you better,” he points out.
“True, but even if he is a little…defiant, well…so was I. And I didn’t turn out so bad.”
His expression brightens, along with his aura. “You have matured beautifully, Jaxus. And I’m very proud, knowing I’m part of the reason you are who you are today.” Lifting my blue feet to his mouth, he gives each of them a tender kiss and adds, “Are you still feeling stressed out?”
“Not at all. This talk and foot rub really did the trick.” As my aura appears, I scoot to the edge of my chair so I can throw my arms around his neck. “Now, what can I do to make sure you stay relaxed?”
“I’m sure whatever you’re craving would relax me a lot,” is his husky response to my seemingly innocent question—because my aura is glowing the “horny color,” as Braxton calls it.
A dark burgundy that appears in the air whenever I am suddenly, aggressively down to fuck—which is pretty often these days.
It’s another side effect of my pregnancy hormones.
They make me randier than I’ve ever been in my life.
“How long do we have before the guests arrive from Earth?” I ask, loosening my bowtie.
“Long enough,” he assures me. “I’ll call Braxton and Xan—”
“Already done, Captain,” Numbers says cheerily, and Hex flinches at the sound of his voice.
I let out a chuckle, shaking my head. “You know what, Numbers? Sometimes I can’t help but appreciate just how much of a creep you are. Hopefully you’ll look after our hatchling as diligently as you spy on people when they’re getting freaky.”
“All versions of me certainly intend to keep a very close eye on your hatchling, to help ease Captain Henrix’s mind, Jaxus.”
“You hear that?” I ask Hex in his language, speaking low to make it a little harder for Numbers to eavesdrop. “You hear how he doesn’t even deny the creeper allegations anymore?”
“We may need to perform a diagnostic analysis to investigate that behavior,” Hex says, though he sounds unconcerned.
He’s too busy wanting to do perverted things to think about how much of a pervert Numbers is.
He stands and pulls out his givers, and there’s something really hot about them being exposed while he’s still wearing all of his armor. I can’t wait for him to fuck me in it before he even marries me in it.
“Quick—on your hands and knees,” he orders, and I’m bricked up in an instant.
It’s tricky having a quickie when all three of my mates join in, but this position will speed things up. When I’m on the floor, on all fours, my belly won’t get in the way while they wreck me fast and hard.
Braxton and Xan enter the guest quarters, with their givers already out too, and then Braxton immediately gets down on his knees and enters my mouth—without so much as a Hey, how are you doing down there?
His giver goes down my throat and he moans, stroking the other one as I choke slightly on the one in my mouth.
“I think I can bust all over this room just from watching you eat that prick like your throat’s hungry for it,” Xan moans, his givers swelling as he fists them, showing how much he likes what he sees.
I swallow down even more of the commander’s giver just so he can see it fill every inch of my throat.
“You’re going to take me just like that, from the back,” Hex grunts at me, and pulls my tailored pants and underwear down so he can get to my eager hole, kneeling behind me.
I drive my hips back, sinking down on both of his givers with a shocked scream that’s muffled by Braxton’s hot flesh.
Hex warned me but my body was almost unprepared for how rough he was, driving his hips forward.
They never actually hurt me, but fucking a pregnant mate makes my Givers so feral they sometimes go right up to the edge of what I can take.
And I love it. Now that I’m a hybrid, there’s so many new challenges we’ll have to worry about in the near and far off future, but there’s also so much we don’t have to stress about anymore.
My poor mates had to be tightly controlled around me for so long, and now there’s nothing hotter than seeing what they’re like when that control is gone.
Pain fades away as my ass pulses with pleasure. My skin all warm and sensitive. My burgundy aura swirling around my body. Paired with the scents and feel of Braxton and Hex, and Xan’s panting breath, it’s all so intoxicating.
“Jaxus—Brax—Xan,” Hex groans, as I bear down on his givers, “together.”
I moan in agreement, ready to come just from behind. I love being able to have a prostate orgasm, and saving my seed for later. Sometimes spilling it would be too messy during a quickie, like right now when I’m wearing a suit I’m about to be wed in.
Hex empties his seed so deep in me it won’t drip out until I have a chance to dispose of it, and Braxton opens his mouth wide to take Xan’s loads, gulping them down as I do the same with his.
Hex helps me stand afterwards and helps me make my outfit look perfectly tidy again.
“Are you both okay?” he asks, and begins caressing my stomach.
I nod, grinning like a fool as Braxton and Xan join in, their three big hands covering my entire belly. How can I feel fat and gross when my mates go wild for me, and then touch me so tenderly, with their love for me and our hatchling all over their beaming faces?
I’ll always be okay—better than okay—even if our wedding isn’t perfect. Either way, we’re a family. The first family like ours in my galaxy, and no other family will ever top what we have.