Father Mine by J. R. Ward

” He rubbed at his mouth like he was warming the thing up. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
    His shoulders bunched up hard as he leaned down and made like a cat to a bowl of milk—while she made like an ehros, giving herself up to him and his warm wet mouth.
    â€œI want to go slowly,” he murmured against her core as she groaned his name. “I don’t want to finish my treat too quickly.”
    That wasn’t going to be a problem, she thought. For him, she was a pool with no bottom . . .
    His tongue slipped inside of her, in a hot penetration, then went back to its sweet, dragging strokes. Looking down her body, she saw him staring up at her with glowing citrine eyes . . . and as if he’d waited for her gaze to meet his, he flicked the top of her sex back and forth.
    Watching his pink flesh work hers threw her over the edge again.
“Zsadist . . .” she groaned, palming his head and pushing her hips up.
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    There was nothing more delicious than being between your shellan ’s legs.
    It wasn’t just the taste; it was the sounds and the scents and the way she looked at you with her head cocked to the side and her rosy lips open so she could breathe. It was the soft, welling center of everything that made her female against your mouth and the trust she had in letting you get this close. It was everything private and sensual and special. . . .
    And the kind of thing you could do forever.
    As his shellan let out the most incredible moan and started to orgasm, Zsadist moved up her body and put himself inside so he could feel the contractions along his shaft.
    He put his mouth to her ear as he came into her. “You are everything to me.”
    When they rested together afterward, he stared down her full breasts to her abdomen and thought of how amazing her body was compared to his. Her curves and feminine strength had created a whole new person, had provided the protective place for the alchemy of them coming together and making life.
    The two of them.
    â€œNalla . . .” he whispered. “Nalla has . . .”
    He felt her tense up. “Has what?”
    â€œNalla has my eyes. Doesn’t she.”
    His shellan ’s voice became soft and careful, like she didn’t want to spook him. “Yes, she does.”
    Z put his hand on Bella’s stomach and rubbed circles over the taut skin, as she had done so many times while pregnant. He was ashamed of himself now . . . ashamed that he hadn’t touched her belly once. He’d been so worried about the birth that the looming roundness had seemed like a threat to both their lives, not something to rejoice in.
    â€œI’m sorry,” he said abruptly.
    â€œWhat for?”
    â€œYou’ve had to do all this on your own, haven’t you. Not just these last three months, but before. When you were pregnant.”
    â€œYou were always there for me—”
    â€œBut not for Nalla, and she was a part of you. Is a part of you.”
    Bella propped her head up. “She’s a part of you, too.”
    He thought of the wide, bright yellow eyes of the young. “Sometimes I think she might look a little like me as well.”
    â€œShe looks almost identical to you. She has your chin and your eyebrows. And her hair . . .” Bella’s voice started to get excited, as if she had wanted to talk with him about all the ins and outs of the young’s makeup for a while. “Her hair is going to be exactly like yours and Phury’s. And have you seen her hands? Her forefingers are longer than her ring fingers, just like yours.”
    â€œReally?” Man, what kind of father was he that he didn’t know all this.
    Well, that was easy. He hadn’t been any sort of father at all.
    Bella extended her hand. “Let’s shower, and then come with me. Let me introduce you to your daughter.”
    Z took a deep breath. Then nodded.
    â€œI’d like that,” he