Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

MAY

A few weeks later…

"I appreciate you both seeing this through until the end," the doctor said. "The data from this proves without a doubt how much we need the fey."

Smiling at Hejun, I rolled down my sleeve over the faint grey patch of skin that had developed on my forearm.

"I couldn't imagine the world without them," I said.

Since agreeing to stay with him, Hejun had kept his word in every way. He cared for me so well that I felt like a pampered princess. And I did my best to care for him the same way…both in bed and out of it. Not that he let me do much for him out of bed. He cooked, cleaned, loved doing laundry, and showered with me at every opportunity to "help" wash me. It was just another excuse to touch me more, but I loved it. Through his attention and actions, I felt safe, protected, and cherished.

I was ready for the next step in our relationship and knew he was too. By sticking to the rules of the sex study even though there'd been times I'd begged him to "give up the goods," he'd proven he wasn't just with me for the sex. He enjoyed doing everything with me. Board games. Long walks while holding hands. Learning new skills to help the community. Visiting the other women.

It was during those visits that I'd seen just how much he wanted to start a family of his own. Seeing Hejun turn into a big marshmallow the first time he held baby Daisy had sent my ovaries into overdrive.

Yep, I was ready to commit all the way to the man who helped me into my jacket every time without fail, despite the warming weather. I could have gone without, but he worried I'd catch a cold, and I loved it when he took care of me. So, I wore the jacket and let him carry me home.

The community only had a few visible traces of what had happened here a few weeks ago. Mismatched siding borrowed from homes outside Tolerance's protective walls. Ladders laying beside a house here or there.

The mood was very different now. The fear had lifted.

On our way home, Fey and human alike waved or called out a greeting as we passed.

"Did you hear?" Fallor said. "Abi is pregnant."

"That is so exciting. How many is that now? Twelve?" I asked.

Fallor nodded. "Angel said that fey baby batter is strong, and we'll see more babies soon. Did the doctor say you can start having sex now too?"

I chuckled. The fey were adorably frank and over the moon for anything baby-related.

"She did. I think we're going home so Hejun can finally put his baby batter where it belongs."

Hejun's arms tightened around me fractionally, but he didn't run off with me like he probably wanted to. He knew I liked talking with his brothers as much as I liked visiting with the other women.

Fallor nodded sagely. "Hejun enjoys your mouth but is eager to feel your pussy around his cock."

I snorted a laugh. "I'm sure he is. What do you think is the best position for making a baby? Missionary? Cowgirl? Doggy?"

Hejun's fingers twitched against me with each mentioned position as Fallor gave my question serious consideration.

I'd learned long ago that the fey didn't believe in closed topics and shared information like crazy. It wasn't idle gossip though. They shared to learn from each other. To become better men. Better lovers. Anything to make them more appealing to the women still resisting these amazing beings.

"I am not certain. Perhaps he should try them all?"

"Hmm… You might be right." I looked up at Hejun, knowing full well the sweet man was dying to get me to our house. "Maybe we could start with cowgirl, move to doggy, then end with missionary. I doubt lying on my back will keep all that baby batter in me after the third time you come, but I'd like to try. A mini version of you running around sounds too precious to pass up."

"A mini version of you, May," Hejun said roughly. "We need more perfect females like you."

"Then you better hurry up and take me home so you can have your way with me."

"I will tell the others not to visit," Fallor said helpfully. "Let me know which positions you use."

Hejun barely got us through the door and pinned me against the wall. He did that thing I admitted I liked where he held my hands above my head and kissed me aggressively. Only he could turn me on with that move.

When he broke away, he stripped me of my pants, gripped my hips, and lifted me.

"You in a rush, sugar?" I asked, wrapping my legs around his waist. His pants were already around his ankles.

"I've been thinking of this for many days," he said.

Grinning, I sank down onto his length. Humor transformed into a drawn-out sigh. Hejun was big and stretched me. I watched his face and saw his bliss and his strain.

"May," he breathed.

"Better than you thought?"

He nodded and helped me ease down another inch.

"It's never-ending, isn't it?" I said around another blissful, drawn-out sigh.

When I finally hit bottom, I ached with how much I'd managed to stuff inside of me. Hejun wiped my sweaty hair from my face and watched my expression as I took my time to adjust to him.

"Your pussy is perfect, May," he said. "Warm and wet like your mouth, but it can take all of me without gagging."

I snorted, and he grunted.

"Try not to squeeze me again, May, or I will?—"

I clenched around him and watched his soul leave his body as he came inside of me in a flood. His mouth captured mine in another heated kiss. When he lifted his head again, we were in the bedroom.

"Cowgirl," I said. "I need control for a while, sugar."

He didn't hesitate and turned to lie on his back with me still impaled on him. I leaned forward and kissed his chest the way he liked.

"You ready for more?"

He grunted and gripped my hips as I started moving. He came within moments but barely paused before he took over, setting a pace that showed his strength and stamina.

As I'd guessed, he rubbed me the right way from the inside. My breathing shortened and sped. I gripped his forearms and closed my eyes, letting him guide me to the finish line.

"Sing for me, May," he said.

I did. Long and loud. When I collapsed onto him, he rolled us to our sides and gently moved within me a few more times. His release was just as plentiful as the first time and leaked out onto my thighs as I caught my breath.

Opening my eyes, I smiled at the man who loved rocking my world.

"I'll sing for you every day for the rest of my life."

Then, I wrapped my arms around the man I loved and held on for dear life as he loved me so thoroughly that I forgot my own name.

Deciding to live was the best choice I'd ever made.