Plus, there is one other major problem. I know the other women aren’t ready to leave yet, even Nako.
Cal grabs both sides of my head, drawing my gaze to him. I must have zoned out, but he’s pleading now. “I will never let another person come between us this way. No one has ever cared for me the way you do, Edith. Even my mother left me, and the Trophies only wanted to be in my dwelling for the prestige it brought them. You… you accepted me as a slave. An Orclan with nothing. You’re my mate... myDeleera. You deserve my undivided attention... and I require yours. No one else can replace you.”
I listen to his declaration. A bud of hope blooms. He’s definitely saying all the right things. There are just some aspects of our relationship that still confuse me.
“What exactly makes me yourDeleera? I don’t understand? Why me? Why did you decide... me?”
Cal smiles, gripping his cock through his pants. “I stay inside you as I ejaculate.”
Shaking my head, I blink. “What?”
“We will have neonates. I’ve never ejaculated inside an Orcleen female. Normally, I withdraw, leaving my columna inside as I release. I never wanted to produce neonates and have them raised by the Ropors with no prospects but fighting for the Ropors. But with you...” he pulls me close, snuggling into my neck. “... with you, I... can’t. My columna hold me inside you. It’s mind altering. You are incredible in so many ways. Ways I can’t even describe because I’ve never experienced them before you.”
“Oh.” What do you say to that? It’s kind of weird… but sweet, too.
So every time he’s been shouting and demanding that everyone knows and acknowledges I’m his mate, he’s essentially been telling them he’s coming inside me? And it’s difficult to picturehowhe has sex with an Orcleen woman. Shaking my head, I decide I don’t want to even imagine it at this point. It’s too close to what I just believed was happening.
“You are blessed with my ejaculate. In every way.” Cal shudders, and some of his growls don’t translate. “You will bless me with neonates.”
“If. If we can have... neonates.” The word neonates sounds like a specimen.Fuck. Emma’s right. This translation thingdoesneeds work. “I’m glad we’ve been able to discuss this. I was just going to have a little breakdown here and see if—”
He swings me up in his arms, heading for the door.
“Where are we going?” I’m not in the mood. I probably still have puffy eyes from crying.
“I need to be in you. Deep, deep inside you.”