Breeding the Surrogate
The thought of giving them that, of being that for them, sent a shiver through her.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. “I’ll do that for you.”
Cade smiled, pleased. “I knew you wouldn’t let us down.”
A pause, his gaze darkening.
“We’re going to help you prepare for that,” he said. “We’ll get you used to being touched, so you won’t be sore when it matters. We intend to make you the perfect ‘surrogate’.”
Her breath caught again, heat spiraling through her. The ache only sharpened.