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“You’re giving it… the best cum. Ah! It wants more.”

“I’ll give you more. I’ll breed you so hard you’ll faint.”

“Do it. Harder.”

Then my brain short-circuited.

He changed the angle somehow and sped up, and pleasure exploded in my middle.

I didn’t remember much after that, only glimpses of crumpled sheets, a blurred forest behind the window, loud cries, and snippets of dirty talk.

“Such a greedy womb. Fuck, Jamie. It sucks my dick. So horny.”

I kept coming… and then everything turned quiet.

12

JAMIE

I had seven heat waves, and he bred me during every single one.

The last morning of our journey looked a little bleak. I woke up alone on the bed, a damp towel under my ass. I knew immediately that the heat was over. The constant undercurrent of arousal I’d felt before was gone, replaced by a sense of satisfaction and a mellow sensation in my muscles.

I sat up and stroked my stomach. It looked a little swollen, but that must be due to the heat and breeding. It would get smaller again before it would grow for real.

Wow.

I was really pregnant.

With Mr. Hartley’s baby. With Morton’s baby.

Why was I smiling?

I petted the curve of my belly and cupped my pec with my other hand.

Was it weird that I saw myself as beautiful all of a sudden? My womb and pecs were full of life, and I liked it. I adored it.

The door squeaked, and I jerked as if I’d been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

Mr. Hartley was carrying a tray.

“Morning, Jamie. Are you hungry?”

“Good morning. Yes, please. I just need to…” I gestured to the bathroom.

“Sure. I’ll get it ready.”

He set the tray on the nightstand and began tidying up the bed as I scrambled off and stumbled to the bathroom. I rushed through my morning routine, then put on my silk pajama pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt.

Morton waited for me on the made bed, breakfast ready by his side. I climbed on to join him carefully so I wouldn’t spill the coffee.

We ate breakfast like a picnic on the bed. We didn’t talk much, but I caught his gaze many times and each time he smiled at me.

I was gathering the courage to ask what had been niggling at me since I’d woken up.

“Morton,” I began.

He seemed to perk up at my use of his name. “Yes, darling?”