Chapter 133: Put A Baby In My Womb, Alpha

"That’s it. Bite down."

The unconscious Alpha’s fangs pressed harder. Almost through. She could practically feel the venom waiting. He just needed to break the skin and stop fucking around.

"Yes. A little more. Then you’ll put a baby in my womb, Alpha."

That did it.

Landon Thunderfang’s eyes snapped open.

The scream that came out of him was a sound that no Alpha in the recorded history of Helix had ever produced. He had been dreaming about one woman and woke up to discover a completely different woman was straddling him in lingerie demanding he impregnate her on a chair by the window at dawn.

The sound was so loud the ice pack on the nightstand vibrated off the edge and hit the floor.

He shoved her off of him with both hands and scrambled backwards out of the chair so fast the chair tipped. His back hit the wall. His chest was heaving. His eyes were fully open, fully awake, and cycling through confusion, horror, and fury at a speed that should have come with a seizure warning.

Celeste left his lap at velocity, caught herself on the chair arm with pure feline reflex, and began the quiet project of pretending she had meant to do that.

"Landon, we were getting somewhere." She straightened up on the chair’s arm, adjusting her lace.

Landon looked at the chair, then at her, then at himself, doing a full diagnostic of the situation.

She rolled her eyes. "Really? You seemed pretty pleased with it."

His eyes tracked down to his own pants and the situation there and his face went through an expression that had no name in any language.

"How the hell..." His head whipped around to the door. The three locks. All three of them disengaged. His triple-lock system had been defeated.

His head snapped left. Bed empty. Chair empty. Couch empty. His nostrils flared once. His head snapped right, scanning the corners of the room.

Celeste read the panic on his face like a headline, her eyes narrowing. "Looking for someone?"

She launched off the chair arm with the commitment of a woman whose backup plan was identical to her primary plan, which was physical contact until he impregnated her, and tackled him onto the bed.

The tackle was impressive by any standard. She hit him center-mass with enough force to take him off his feet, which should have been impossible given the size difference, and was possible because he had been mid-head-snap and his center of gravity had been compromised by the fact that his brain was simultaneously processing three unlocked locks, and an arousal entirely aimed at one woman while another thought it was aimed at her.

They hit the mattress. Celeste was on top.

"That worked better than expected," she commented, entirely too pleased with her performance.

"Celeste, I don’t want this." His voice was firm.

"Respectfully, Alpha. Your dick disagrees."

She slid down his body, her hands going for the clasp on his pants. This wasn’t her first rodeo.

Landon rolled off the bed at Alpha speed, shoving her sideways with enough force that she bounced once on the mattress. He hit the floor on his feet, hands already on his waistband, buckling everything that had been unbuckled, securing a perimeter that had been breached. A permanent chastity belt as far as this bitch was concerned. Unfortunately, the pants-buckling would take the back seat to something more pressing.

"I was clear with you from the start, Celeste," he stated. "We had this conversation again last night. You can go to the council and request Emberclaw as your mate if you are looking for another arrangement."

Celeste plucked a pillow from his side of the bed and put it behind her head, making herself right at home.

"You were moaning her name in your sleep. ’Nova.’ Over and over."

"Bullshit."

"Not bullshit. I answered for her and you didn’t seem to notice the difference. You were about to mark me, actually."

"My fangs didn’t come down."

"They did."

"They didn’t. I know my own body, Celeste. Fangs don’t drop because someone climbs on top of a sleeping man in lingerie. That’s not how it works."

"Agreed. Fangs don’t come down unless there is attraction, Landon."

Celeste held up her holo-band. A holo-image bloomed between them.

Him. In the chair. Eyes closed. Her, on his lap, angled perfectly against his chest. And his fangs were slightly extended.

Landon’s blood went cold. He blinked. Blinked again. It was still there.

"What the..." he breathed, stunned.

Swipe.

Another holo-image. His fangs were on her neck. Pressed into her skin. He was that close to marking her. How the hell did that even happen? His fangs had never extended like that before.

Swipe.

Same chair. Different angle. Blanket gone. Celeste was curled against him, her head on his chest, her arm draped across his torso, her eyes closed like she was sleeping too. Except she wasn’t sleeping. Because someone had taken the holo-image.

Swipe.

His stomach dropped. His quarters in the hover yacht. Celeste was lying beside him, her head on his chest, her hand on his stomach. His arm was around her. She had put it there.

"How many of these are there?" His voice came out stripped.

"Do you like it, Alpha?"

"No."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don’t."

Swipe.

Another hover yacht holo-image. Except he was conscious for this one. They were both in their Thunderfang suits. It looked like he was posing with her except he had no memory of taking that.

"Whoops. That one was private," she said, like that was the one where she drew the line. The one where he was fully clothed and conscious.

Landon’s fingers fumbled the clasp of his pants. The holo-images had bumped fastening his pants to a distant second on his priority list. It was back on top now.

Celeste let out a dark laugh. "The elders paired us, Landon. And you’re breaking it in under a week because a slave walked out of your chambers at dawn. Yes, I saw her. Do you think I’m blind?"

Landon didn’t flinch. "I am not hiding it. You have zero context on what has occurred in my Keep over the last eighteen hours, overstepping. Again."

"Then why are you hiding it? Why did she sneak out? Does Derek know his brand new mate is sleeping with his brother?"

"Get my brother’s name out of your mouth."

"Make me."

"You broke into my chambers. You assaulted me in my sleep. You fabricated evidence. And you are threatening me with it. Those are four crimes in Thunderfang. Tonight. This pairing is dissolved."

Gold surged through his eyes like voltage through a wire.