Crossbred Son by Brenna Lyons Read Free Book Online

you. I don’t intend to mate with you when it’s likely you will be in pain while we do it. Mating is supposed to be a...pleasant affair. Pun not intended.”
    Abby groaned and dropped back to the mattress.
    “Abby?” he prompted her.
    “You’re right,” she conceded. “I know you’re right.”
    There was a moment of potent silence. Gabe appeared at the bedside, his expression intense. Abby swallowed hard. Before she could question him, he spoke.
    “Believe me, I want this, but not this way. I want the best for you and for Michael.”
    “You’re right,” she repeated. “I understand.”
    “But you want to know what it will be like.” It wasn’t a question.
    Abby’s heart fluttered in excitement. “Yes, I do.”
    “I can’t recreate everything.” He paused. “But I can explain what will happen as we go.”
    She nodded eagerly. She’d always wanted to know what binding was like, but she’d been afraid to ask. If she asked, Gabe might get his hopes up, and that was something Abby had never dared inflict on him when she was sure she couldn’t give him children.
    Gabe stroked his secondary again, and the slim cock wrapped partway around his fingers at the move, becoming more expressive as he excited it. Abby’s mouth watered.
    “Some couples start with sucking, but the smarter ones start with other things,” he informed her.
    “How will we start?”
    Gabe stepped closer to the bed, every muscle strung tight. He scooped up Abby’s hand and brought it to the secondary. She stared up at him, seeking instruction.
    “Rub here.” He pressed her fingertips to the base of his secondary.
    Abby complied, and Gabe let his head drop back, groaning. His Zhigaaal beaded beneath the condom. Abby licked her lips. One day, she would taste his concentrated musk.
    More Zhigaaal escaped his secondary, and Gabe moved. He drew her hand away and knelt to the bed before her.
    “Stroke your nipples,” he ordered.
    She hesitated a moment then did so, gasping at his heated look.
    “Your nipples are hard, Abby.”
    She nodded, offering them to him.
    “They’ll be harder when you spread the Zhigaaal on them. They’ll be sensitive, like you’ve put warming gel on them.”
    He leaned toward her and licked one nipple and then the other. Then he blew over them. Abby arched toward him, begging for more.
    “Yes. Like that. Just like that. You’ll want so much more. The Zhigaaal will make you crazy to have me inside you.”
    Gabe put a hand on her shoulder and eased her back to the bed. Abby spread her legs for him, and he stroked the condom-covered length up one thigh, then the other. He worked it back and forth, from her clit to her perineum, enflaming her entire body. Abby cried out, sitting up and reaching for him.
    In the blink of an eye, Gabe had her by the wrists. “Most females fight at times, when they are in the grips of the madness the Zhigaaal causes.” He hesitated and pressed a kiss to her lips. “But you will be doing precisely what I tell you to do. Won’t you, Abby?”
    If it means binding as his mate? “Yes.”
     
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    Both cocks bucked toward her, and Gabe tapped down the urge to finish what they’d started. He hadn’t realized how maddening it would be to play at binding without allowing himself to do it.
    Back to the lessons. Don’t let the arousal dim.
    Gabe released her wrists and knelt up. “Suck the secondary.”
    Abby didn’t question him. She didn’t hesitate. His secondary was nearly to the back of her throat before he could catch his breath. It was all Gabe could do to control his primary and keep it out of the way.
    He allowed himself to fantasize. When they bound themselves, he wouldn’t be wearing a condom, and his Zhigaaal would relax her throat muscles and soak into the porous tissues of her mouth and tongue.
    That thought was enough to send him over. Gabe savored it, opening his eyes to the sight of Abby staring up at him.
    He eased her to the mattress again and brought