Page 118 of The Depraved Prince
I place the test back on the sink and tense up. Scratching my temple, I close the distance.
She really wants this.I really want this. I wish I could take that disappointment away from her. It breaks me to see her sad after every negative test. She wants to become a mother so badly before she has to consent. It breaks my heart, but I know it will happen. It took my mother around six months of trying with my father to conceive me and two months with Kallum. We talk about having our first child almost every night. We spend our nights making love, teaching her about the underworld of Immortal’s Country, picking out boys’ and girls’ names and nursery themes while I work and she studies.
I pick her up bridal style and take her in my arms, and she holds me tight. The entire time, I kiss her everywhere, and I canfeelher body relax as the seconds go by.
Once I make it to the balcony, I sit her on the rail and open her legs until I settle in the middle of her inner thighs. I tilt her chin up to meet my gaze as the moonlight and crisp air dance against our skin.
“You are a blessing. You are perfect. I promise we will have our little Drago running around soon. I love you, and you are enough for me.” I press my lips against hers, and she lets out a heavy sigh as she kisses me back harder.
“How do you manage to always say the right things to make me feel better? To make everything just…better?”
“Just comes naturally,” I sigh with a careless shrug, move her hair out of her face, and tuck it behind the shell of her ear before continuing. “I have this effect on everyone.” I sneer with a wink, hoping it makes her smile. Her mouth drops open, and she pushes my shoulder away playfully with a scrunched cutenose and a smile that will always have me on my knees in a split second.
I place my hands on either side of her waist, caging her in.
“Your nightmares have stopped.” I point out, changing the subject. For nights since after I brought her back to the Cathedral, she would dream about losing her father to Cole. Just thinking about the man who got to taste and see Millie’s pussy makes me want to revive him just to kill him all over again.
“Yeah, they have ever since you chased them away every night with how hard you love me.” she swings her feet side to side.
It’s true.
I spend every minute making sure she has everything she needs, and when I’m not with her, she lives in my head.
“I miss my dad,” she admits through pursed lips.
“I know.”
“I won’t be able to see him again once I turn into a vampire, right?”
I grind my teeth at the thought of her dying to reunite with her father. I don’t know how to answer that.
Cooper comes strolling through and nestles his head underneath Millie’s hand. He’s licking her fingers until she pets him back on the top of his head. He’s a part of my guardsmen. He guards the Cathedral and always protects Millie. She asked Nash to give Cooper to her, and he obliged.
“When can he start sleeping in his own bed?” I groan, frustrated that I have to share Millie with Cooper. I cross my arms over my chest, teasing her.
“Never,” she turns over her shoulder with a pout as she scruffs his neck. She knows I can never say no to her. A knock on the door causes Millie’s smile to curve into a frown.
“Meeting on the phone, Hayden. King Bane wants to talk.” Holland announces on the other side of the door. My shoulders fall, and I cringe.
“Duty calls.” I sigh as I turn to the closet, ready to clothe myself.
“Can I come?” Millie’s hand stops me before I can walk away.
“Millie, I don’t want to bore you with my work, and you have to study. You have an exam next week.”
“I want to go.” she hops off the railing and walks past me like she’s not asking anymore. She’s telling me.
“A congrats are in order.”King Bane’s ancient voice booms over the speaker with a cold tone. King Bane is the Immortal King of the East. I sent him an invitation to the wedding, and I’m guessing that is the reason for the phone call.
“Thank you.” I quip, taking a drag of my cigarette as Millie wanders around the room, studying every corner like she’s intrigued by the history.
“I’ll do my best to attend the wedding. I would love to take my wife and sons to meet the new future queen of the North. I haven’t been to Montana since…” I tune out King Bane’s voice when Millie gets on her knees between my legs with a mischievous smirk. She always manages to distract me just by breathing. She pushes my knees apart and unzips my pants. Every single nerve inside me explodes with liquid fire at the anticipation. Before I can move, she shakes her finger, side to side, like she’s ordering me to freeze as her cheeks pinken. I sense her slick pussy already dripping beneath her underwear, making my mouth water.
I can’t believe she’s doing this. I can’t get off the phone, and she knows it.
“Millie,” I warn her to stop with gritted teeth as she takes hold of my cock and pulls it out. Pre-cum already glistens at the tip, but before I can say another word, her tongue flicks it like she’s eager to taste me.
This woman.
