My mouth fell open. “Really?”
“Yes. It is your choice if you do not wish for children now. While I desire them, the idea of not sharing you with anyone but Trax for the near term is pleasing to me.” He reached up, rubbed his thumb over one of my nipples, then leaned forward and laved it with his tongue, with a gentleness that belied his harsh rules, his stern demeanor. There was a sensitive side to him as well. “I am a greedy man. I do not wish to share these with an infant.”
My nipple went instantly hard. “That’s… that’s good.”
“Denying Trax the pleasure of that perfect pussy would be cruel.”
“Exactly.”
Surnen sat up, looked to Trax and nodded.
Trax didn’t wait a second, just hooked me about the waist, lifted me and tossed me onto the bed. I was on my back, and he was above me, pressing me down from one heartbeat to the next. His cock pressed into my thigh. I ran my finger over his integrations, studied them, but I wasn’t bothered. I tried to push those feelings to him through the collar so he’d be reassured. He smiled down at me as if he’d picked it up, quite pleased with himself. And aroused. His worries gone.
“What about the plug?” I asked, running a finger along his jaw.
“What about it?” he asked.
“Can it come out now?” I didn’t mind it. In fact, it made me wetter, which was impossible since I was practically dripping with Surnen’s seed.
“No,” Surnen said from beside the bed. “It stays in. I shall bring you some food, mate.”
Trax shifted his hips and thrust into me in one long strong stroke. He growled. I moaned.
“You’re going to need it.”