Free Crossbred Son by Brenna Lyons Page A

satellite nest and make use of that tongue. And his own.
    We are expected to dress and eat with my family. Gabe took a calming breath and wrapped his S’suumea again.
    That left Abby to be cared for. He picked up the towel and stalked toward her, feeling every gram the Dominant male he was.
    She raised one foot and planted it on the edge of Zhaahvan’s chair, pushing herself to the high back. Abby swallowed hard, her breathing coming in ragged little movements of air in and out of her lungs.
    He didn’t question that she wasn’t frightened of him. Her nipples were hard and begging for his mouth, and her scent was enough to render him rock hard again.
    Gabe eased her foot up and started drying her from bottom to top. Abby arched up in the chair, inviting Gabe to prove his Dominance in a way a Xxanian woman never would. Though inviting his gran-seir’s ire by making love on his chair would be sweet mischief, Gabe restrained himself.
    When Abby was dry, he wrapped her in a fresh S’suuhhea and lifted her to her feet. Abby hesitated, then raised a hand and massaged at the well of musk on his chest. Gabe captured her mouth in a searing kiss.
    He pulled away, cursing traditions. “We’re expected to eat with my family now.”
    Abby nodded. “And then?”
    Gabe wouldn’t have stopped the smile if he could have. “Michael will need a feeding. After that...I suggest we allow my parents to settle Michael to sleep for us.”
    She nodded again.
    He led her to the dining area, where the family had congregated to wait for them to dress. Gabe’s seir and Hauaa had Michael between them.
    Gabe didn’t waste time. He started introducing everyone to Abby, pointing them out as he went. “This is my sister Ariel, my brother Geoff, my seir Brien, my Hauaa Jana, and...of course...my gran-seir Zhaahvan.”
    Abby tipped her head to each of them in turn. Her brow furrowed. “What is a Hauaa ?”
    Jana smiled. “It’s the Xxanian term for a mother. You’ll find most Xxan prefer the term. There is a blessing couched in the term...an almost spiritual connotation to bringing forth life.”
    Abby seemed stunned by the concept. “I think I understand.”
    “We should eat,” Brien suggested. He smiled down at Michael. “I believe our young Dominant is losing patience.”
    Gabe chuckled at Michael’s attempts to reach the tray of meat and nodded his agreement. He glanced at Abby, wincing at the fact that she didn’t eat a Xxanian diet.
    She smiled and plucked a cube of meat off the tray. Gabe watched her eat it in amazement.
    Abby glanced at him, her cheeks darkening in a blush. She swallowed the mouthful of meat and offered an answer to his unasked question. “I craved this when I was pregnant with Michael. I still have a taste for it.”
    Jana spoke up from across the room. “While you’re nursing, you should make an effort to eat z’haahn . It will strengthen the milk you make for a young Xxanian.”
    That said, the entire family started eating in earnest. Brien chewed food for Michael and finger-fed the young Dominant.
    It was several minutes before Zhaahvan offered a comment from his place at the head of the room. “ Your mate is most responsive, Gabe. Even moreso than fully mated females usually are. It was all I could do to leave the pool in time. ”
    Brien darkened, and Geoff shot the elder a look of disbelief.
    Gabe smiled. “ Then you will not question that someone to watch over my son after his final meal would be necessary. ”
    No one answered, a sure sign that no one did.

 
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    Gabe strode into the station house, dropped the car seat he’d borrowed at Anderson’s desk, and continued directly through to the locker room. Though he had come to work in uniform, he had something important to attend to.
    The inside of his locker was largely unadorned. Aside from pictures of his Hauaa and Ariel, Gabe hadn’t found the need to indulge in memorabilia of loved ones or sports teams or pastimes he