Tagging Her Lynx (Alaska Lynx Clan) (16 page)

His
boss didn't move. This wasn't going to work. She needed them both out of the
room. Now.

"Oh
no." She stopped, gagged again, and sank down to her knees. "I…I
feel…" She swayed. "The room's spinning."

"Hey
boss, give me a hand. She's about ready to keel over." The man helped her
back up, and the older man took her other arm.

They
led her to a chair in the main room, sat her down, and stood staring at her.
Her ears strained to hear every sound coming from the other side of the
building. A definite click came from a closing door.

"We're
out. You're going to have to meet me at the plane. I've got to get him out of
sight before anyone sees me carrying a cat around."

"Whew."
She ran her hands through her hair. "I'm sorry." She lifted the
corner of her mouth. "Certain smells hit me wrong at odd times. Last night
it was the smell of raw hamburger meat for the tacos I made." She breathed
in deeply through her nose and blew out from her mouth. "Can you tell the
officer in charge that Chloe from the refuge is going to go back home? I'll
wait to get a report on the animals that were stolen from me." She shook
her head. "Ugh. I can't wait for this baby to come and for life to get
back to normal." She swallowed. "I'm going to step outside. The fresh
air always helps when I start to feel nauseated."

She
stood up and moved toward the door. Outside she raised her hood and crossed the
street, ignoring the officers mingling on the sidewalk. Happy that they didn't
give her a second glance or question what she was doing, she hurried away from
the lab.

"Hold
on, Granger. I'm coming."

Chapter
Fifteen

The
light from the hallway cast a glow over Granger's features. The feathered sweep
of his black eyelashes lay against his prominent cheekbones, which seemed more
pronounced than usual. Chloe squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears. She'd
cried over him for days.

The
front of her T-shirt moved, and she gazed down at the size of the growing baby.
A smile replaced the tears. She never imagined she'd get this big with her
pregnancy.

Another
hand covered hers, and she lifted her head. Granger rolled over onto his side,
lowered his head, and kissed the bare skin peeking out below her shirt.

"How
long have you been awake?" He pulled himself closer and wrapped both her
and their unborn baby in his arms.

She
mewed. "A little while."

"Why
didn't you wake me up?" He kissed the curve of her neck.

Her
hand found his hard cock beneath the blankets. "You need your rest. It
took too many days for you to come out of your drug-fed coma." She sighed
and stroked the length of him. "How are you feeling today?"

"Mm…"
He raised her shirt, and his eyes widened. "Great." He lifted and
kneaded the larger-size breasts that pregnancy brought her. "Your body is
changing. I've missed so much."

"You're
here now. That is all that matters." She squirmed.

She
wanted to mate with him. Practicing her self-control for days, she waited for
him to show signs that he had enough energy and stamina to enjoy coming
together with her. She missed connecting with him in that special way.

"Granger?"

"Mm?"
He suckled her nipple.

"Fuck
me."

His
head lifted from her breast. "Are you sure?"

She
nodded. "Just help me get up so I can get on my hands and knees."

Granger
pulled her hands and helped her sit up. She laughed. No longer plagued with
sickness, she now had to adjust to the enormous bulge at the front of her.

Standing
up, she peeled her clothes off. His hands roamed her body, learning the new
hills and valleys. Her breasts were now almost double in size, and her hips
seemed more womanly instead of narrow. She hoped he still found her sexy.

Chloe
bent over, leaned her forearms on the bed, and widened her legs. Granger moved
behind her and spanned his hands around her hips. His cock bumped into her
pussy, and she shivered.

"God,
from this view I can't even tell you're pregnant. Your waist goes inward, and
your tight little heart-shaped ass looks so pretty." His hands wandered to
the front of her body, down her stomach, and between her legs.

He
teased her clit, drawing light circles and caressing the length of her folds. The
scent of her arousal intensified and Granger groaned.

"I
can't wait." He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance.

She
trilled. "Yes."

"It's
been too long." Slowly he pressed forward, taking care not to bring her
discomfort. "That feels so… God, that's good. Tight. Hot."

She
rocked back and forth, wanting more. Needing to feel proof that Granger, her
life mate, possessed her body, she urged him to give her more. His fingers
stimulated her nub. She moaned and rose up to balance herself on her hands. Her
fingers dug into the blankets, bracing her to receive all of him.

"Faster."
She pushed back to meet each thrust.

His
ball sac swayed and playfully slapped at the sensitive skin. The length of his
cock stroked her insides. The added weight of her breasts made them swing back
and forth. Her nipples dragged across the fabric of the blanket, tantalizing
her more.

"Oh.
Oh." She threw back her head, and her hair trailed down her back.

Granger
removed his hand from between her wet thighs and grabbed a fistful of hair.
Pulling her back, he rode her with quick, shallow strokes, limiting her movements.
She drew her bottom lip between her teeth. Her orgasm exploded deep within her.

Her
pussy convulsed around him, and Granger thrust a couple more times. Holding
himself deep inside her pussy, he shot his load into the deep recesses of her
body, marking her as his.

"I
love you, Aningan."

"I
love you too."

***

"This
isn't fair, you guys!" Chloe stomped her boot.

All
the members of the Lynx clan stood in their animal form at the edge of the
lake. The week had turned unusually warm despite winter not quite yet being
over. A few hours of above-freezing temperatures, and everyone came outside to
purge their cabin fever.

"Do
you want to go back to the cabin?"
Granger rubbed against
the old snow pants that she now needed to wear to keep her and the baby warm.
"I'll
go back with you."

"No."
She blew through her lips, making them flutter. "I'd just like to join in
the race with you. It's a day for celebrating. The charges came back in our
favor, and the hunters have received their sentences. All the animals have been
returned to the wild. Spring is right around the corner." She tugged at
her coat. "I feel so fat and uncomfortable."

"You're
beautiful," he said.

She
stuck her lower lip out. "And I'm making a fool of myself for pouting, I
know."

She
could hear Granger's laugh in her head.
"Soon you'll join us, Aningan.
Be patient."

She
folded her arms over her large stomach and clasped her gloved hands. If anyone
needed to get out and run, it was her.

"Okay,
line up. We're going to run out to that birch tree, circle it, run to my plane,
follow the line of the lake, and return to Chloe. She'll announce the winner
and tell you what your prize is."
Granger joined the
cats at the start-up line.
"Your call. Whenever you're ready, say go."

Her
arms fell to her sides. She heaved a big breath. "On your mark." She
inhaled. "Get set." Her eyebrows rose, and she paused. "Go!"

The
wonderful sight of all the cats springing forth atop the crisp white canvas
literally took her breath away. She trudged forward to keep them in view.
Laughing at the way some of the younger ones leaped into the path of the more
die-hard competitors, causing them to fall back in line, entertained her.

Granger's
silver-haired lynx sprinted ahead of the group. Her lips curled upward. He was
the most beautiful cat of them all, and she knew he'd win the race.

"Keep
going. You're kicking all their asses,"
she said.

"Did
you doubt me?"
He chuckled.
"Have I not shown
you how much stamina is inside this body?"

She
shook her head and laughed.
"Yes! And it drives me crazy."

"What're
you going to give the winner?"

Despite
the cold, a wave of warmth spread up her neck to her cheeks. She'd already
planned a night he'd never forget. Placing her hand above her eyes, she peered
in the distance. Good, he still had the lead. If someone else won the race, she'd
have to think fast and come up with a different prize.

"Well,
if you win—"

"I
will."

"Fine."
She giggled.
"When you win, I'm going to lay you down on the bed…"

He
growled.

"Run
my hands over your chest."
She held her hands
behind her, bent her knees, and let her bottom plop down in the deep mound of snow.
"Maybe tease your nipples with my little fingernail."

His
breath came louder.
"And?"

"I'll
circle your cock with my fingers and lower my lips."

"Jesus…"

She
rubbed her back.
"My tongue will come out and lick the delicious bead
of come at the end."

"What
else?"

"Then,
I'll…"
She flinched and sat up straighter.
"I'll
run my tongue around the rim, making your cock nice and wet before I take you
in my mouth."

"You're
making it awful hard to run, Aningan."

Sitting
in the snow wasn't the smartest decision. It forced her lower back into an
awkward position, and she rocked to find a more comfortable spot. Groaning, she
realized that without someone's help it was unlikely she'd be able to haul her
oversize stomach off the ground.

"Get
ready to suck my cock."
Granger chuckled.
"I'm
rounding the corner."

Chloe
arched her back at the wave of tightness that wrapped itself around her
stomach. She groaned and held her breath. Okay, that discomfort wasn't from
sitting in the snow. Her stomach relaxed, and she took a few deep breaths.

A
flash of gray ran in front of her, circled back, and flopped down in the snow
at her side. She threaded her fingers through the thick fur and rubbed Granger's
side. His body heaved from the strenuous exercise. The long winter days and the
time he spent locked up in the lab had caught up with him. At least this summer
they could run together.

One
after another, the other cats sprinted to the finish line. Granger sat up, and
she giggled. He was too macho to have the Lynx view their alpha sucking wind
after the race.

He
waited for everyone to gather in front of them and turned to Chloe. Sticking
his front legs out, he lowered his head and bowed. She rolled her eyes.
Show
off!

She
cleared her throat. "The winner of the race is…" She groaned and
arched her back. "Is…" She groaned louder.

"What's
wrong?"
Granger licked her hand.

"I
think the baby is coming."
She held on to her
stomach and rubbed the pain away.
"Maybe not. Oh, I don't know how this
all works. I keep getting cramps, and my back feels funny."

"Let's
walk back to the cabin."
He shifted, pulled her
to her feet, and changed back into his lynx.
"Better yet, stay here. I'm
going to bring the plane over to this side of the lake, and I'll fly you back
to the cabin."

Another
contraction hit, and she managed a nod.
"Hurry."

The
time between climbing into the plane and Granger carrying her over the
threshold of the cabin blurred. The pains came more often and were stronger.
"Oh
God, I'm not ready for this."

"Yes
you are. You're not alone. I'll stay with you the whole time."
He laid her down on the bed and peeled, pulled, and tugged off the many layers
of clothing covering her body.

Out
of breath, Gretchen entered the bedroom, walked over to the closet, and put on
some of Granger's clothes. Rolling up her sleeves, she smiled at Chloe. Chloe
bit down on her lip and arched her brow.

"Tell
me I can do this, Gretchen," she said through clenched teeth.

"Of
course you can. This is your baby, your kitten." She laid her hand on
Chloe's stomach. "It won't be long. Lynx don't labor long hours like
humans do."

Chloe
snorted. "Exactly how many babies have you delivered?"

"Seven."
Gretchen smiled. "It'll be a breeze."