Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three

Viktal & Kaitlyn ~ Surprise!

Viktal held his mate carefully. Fear crept down his backbone. He wanted to squeeze her tight, to protect her from whatever Makayla discovered in the tests. But he handled her gently. Whispering in her ear. Telling her he loved her, and they would get through whatever it was.

She didn't answer him, and the fear grew, icing over his heart. Kaitlyn was his mate. His one and only love. He couldn't live without her. If she was sick, if she couldn't be healed and lost her life to some horrid disease, Viktal would follow her into the next life. He wouldn't leave her alone.

He'd already lived far too long without her.

Before he found his mate, he had months of sleepless nights. Nights where he'd dreamed of her. Nights when he'd grown to know her soul, but hadn't been able to hold her in his arms. He couldn't do that again.

Kaitlyn was his genetic resonance mate. She was his one and only mate. His single chance to extend his life and create a dynasty. As the leader of the Megoth Horde, he had one mystical opportunity to find that perfect mate. One chance to find and claim his genetic resonance mate so that his life would be extended. Only in this manner would the Chieftain's lifeline expand enough to create that dynasty.

He took in a deep breath. Part of the promise was supposed to ensure that his mate's life was also extended. How the hell could he have children and create a dynasty without Kaitlyn? He wouldn't want to live even a normal lifespan without her. It would be hell to live out centuries alone. No.

If something was wrong with Kaitlyn, if she grew sick and died, if she left him... then he would end his life. The Dragon King would need to find a replacement Chieftain for the Desert Hordes.

Kaitlyn leaned back in his arms and then promptly smacked him upside the head. "You idiot. I am not sick. I am not dying. And even if I was, or I end up going first, later on, you don't have the right to take your life!" she hissed the words at him, glaring. Her dark hazel eyes flashed with irritation, and she whipped her long, straight brown hair over her shoulder.

He rubbed the side of his head and glared back at her. "I do have the right. I don't want to live without you."

She shook her head and started crying. "You can't Viktal. We're having a baby. If something happens to me, you need to promise that you will always be there to raise her." Her words became undecipherable.

Viktal frowned. "I don't understand, love." He looked at Makayla and Falcon, who were both beaming at him.

Makayla snorted. "You idiot. You weren't listening." She made a motion with her hand between Kaitlyn and herself. " We're pregnant! Kaitlyn and me. Or I guess I should say you and Kaitlyn—and Falcon and I are pregnant. We're both having babies."

Before Viktal could process the announcement, Falcon scooped Makayla up into his arms and ran for the spaceship. Both were laughing, whispering, and excited.

Kaitlyn was crying.

He swung her around and whooped loudly into the night. Several of his warriors rushed to his call. "Kait's pregnant!" he roared. "Tell the village. Let them know Makayla is pregnant as well. Her sister," he clarified unnecessarily. Everyone knew who Makayla and Falcon were. "Let the celebration begin in two days. And don't disturb us until then. Leave food just inside my tent." And then Viktal turned and rushed for his bed furs... delighted when his mate quit crying and giggled.

He ducked through the entrance into their two-room tent and hurried back to the bedroom.

"Too many clothes," he said when he sat her down and started peeling off layers. He raised her arms and pulled off her shirt, tossing it aside as he gazed down at the silhouette of her naked body in the moonlight coming from the ceiling and through the open tent flap. His mouth went dry as he skimmed a finger over her pink-tipped breasts.

She quivered and sucked in a breath. Then gasped when he stepped back and whipped off his kilt.

He shifted his gaze lower to the completely bare slit between her legs. Her cream-colored skin had a rosy glow. She was blushing, yet she didn't flinch from his intense gaze. Instead, she climbed onto the bed, lay on her back, and opened her legs slightly.

Viktal let the growl build deep in his throat as he ripped his gaze from her pink folds and tried to slow down. Kaitlyn was small and soft and perfect—and pregnant. He needed to be careful with her. "You are beautiful," he whispered, lowering his body over hers and teasing one pebbled nipple with his tongue. He circled the flesh, then captured it in his mouth, sucking and licking until she writhed under him. Moving his attention to her other breast, he continued to flick each nub as her breathing became rugged.

"Viktal," she begged, her words trailing off as he moved down her body, parting her legs and settling between her thighs. He lowered his head, sliding his hands under her ass and angling her hips. He needed to taste her. Needed to claim her as thoroughly as he ever had.

She sighed as he opened her and dragged his tongue through her slick folds, savoring the delicious taste of her and how wet she was. How wet she was for him. Her body jerked as he found her swollen nub, her hands raking his hair to play with his mating nubs. He sucked gently at first, then as her hips rocked back and forth, he flicked harder, feeling her shake. He heard her moans echo through the night.

Her grip on his hair tightened, but he didn't stop. He sank a finger inside her, lifting his head and watching a spasm of pleasure cross her face. "Please," she whispered, meeting his eyes across the naked landscape of her body.

"I need to be inside you," he said, moving into place and looking down at his jutting cock. He wanted to be buried inside her, so he could feel every pulse of her body.

She nodded desperately, hands reaching for him. "Yes."

He tugged her hips toward him and nudged her knees up and open. He dragged his crown through her wetness until he was notched at her opening, then he locked eyes with her. The burning fire in her eyes tempted him to lose control, but he slid into her with a single, smooth glide. His vision almost blurred at the exquisite tightness. His. This was all his. And he wanted to live in just this place for all time.

She cried out, arching her back. "So, fucking huge."

That made him laugh. He loved it when she said things like that. Calling his cock a monster. Worshiping his size.

He wanted to go slow and savor every moment, but he couldn't. Not when she talked like that and her body spasmed around his cock so hard. He pounded into her, his gaze never leaving her face. "So wet for me."

Her response was a whimper as he lifted her hips, tilting his body forward so his pelvis moved over her slick nub. Kaitlyn gasped, clawing at his arms as her body continued to spasm around his cock.

The hard pulses made him hammer into her twice more before he thrust himself to the hilt—and stopped. Blood roared in his ears as the release slammed into him and he emptied into her. Panting, he rolled with her in his arms. He held her in place, making sure that her legs straddled him. He held himself deep inside her. Giving her a moment to catch her breath. He wasn't nearly done making love to her.

Kaitlyn's head rested against his shoulder, her body limp. Viktal wrapped his arms around her. "I'll stay and take care of our child, no matter what. But he will need you too," he whispered his promise, asking for hers.

Kaitlyn snorted. " She . Our family always has girls."

His insides melted at the thought, and he stroked a hand down her dark, silky hair. He really didn't care what sex the child was. They'd make more.