Page 65 of My Master
The doctor had assured her that nothing was wrong. He said that when women were pregnant with vampire children that the babies liked to feed on their mother’s energy and some of them developed at their own pace. Even in the womb they gained knowledge and strength and they decided when they wanted to come out, drawing just enough energy to become the right size, with the right strength in order to do so and that once they got out, there was no need to worry: the baby would develop at a slow normal pace.
It was still somewhat confusing to Esmeralda as to how unborn children could do that, but she just rolled with it and didn’t let it bother her. Viktor was well, and that’s all that mattered. And everyone adored him!
Even Carlos, Antonio’s older brother, whom she had never met before, had flown down from god-knew-where to see his nephew.
Carlos looked much more like Maria than Antonio and Damien. His features were soft yet sharp and concentrated with a certain feminine quality about him. But when he opened his mouth to speak, he was the silliest person she had ever met, which set him so far apart from his sister.
Even Maria had ogled over Viktor, but so had Isis and Anya as well. There was something going on between Isis and Anya, though Esmeralda didn’t quite know what and she wasn’t sure it was really her business to ask, though she was quite curious.
Behind her, Antonio wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against his body. He rested his chin on top of her head. “You did good,querida.”
She laughed. “I had help.”
“You’re welcome.” He smiled. “But I’ve been thinking…”
There was a pause that made Ezzy turn her head up to look at him. “What were you thinking?”
“I’m thinking we should…” He bent down and whispered what he wanted in her ear, causing her to shiver. Antonio trailed kisses down the back of her neck.
“I’d like that,” she whispered as she led him out to their room. They fell through the door in a rush, pawing at each other’s clothes with desperation. Her fingers moved aside his leather jacket till it fell from his shoulders and onto the floor. His fingers slid up her shirt and found her breast, kneaded it, his touch sending electric jolts all over her. The feeling made her feet go out from under her and they both fell to the ground together. She gasped as his finger slipped to the inside of her waistband. “Antonio,” she breathed as her pants were pushed down.
“Hmm?” He kissed her deeply, fumbling with his own pants.
“I love you,” she gasped as his pants came undone and he entered her.
“I love you too, Ezzy,” he rocked his hips in slow movements. “I will love you always.”
Epilogue
Victoria rubbed the tiredness from her eyes and looked around the station; it was empty, the lights were dimmed low, the doors to the offices were shut and locked.
Terrance was on his computer, typing away at the keyboard. She could tell from his posture that he was tense, and she didn’t blame him, after the week they’d had.
She stretched her arms over her head and, knocking her paperwork to the side, stood up to make her way behind Terrance’s chair. She rested her chin on the top of his head and, placing her arms over his shoulders, ran her hands against his chest in soft sensual movements. She felt him relax instantly.
“Time to go home, Terrance,” she whispered into his hair. He grunted, and continued to click away. She rolled her eyes and parted from him, back to her own desk. “The thing I hate the most about this job is the stupid paperwork afterwards.”
She grabbed all of the papers she had been filling out and placed them neatly into the files and shoved them into her drawers, locking them. When she finished, she walked back over to Terrance, who was still clicking away. Victoria was suddenly annoyed that he was paying more attention to the stupid machine than to her, especially since she had almost died on the job. She swiveled his chair around so that he was facing her.
Without hesitation or waiting for his permission, she kissed him.
His lips were rough against hers, but inviting and familiar. She leaned into him, her hands resting on the arms of the chair for support. He wrapped his arms around her waist as if by instinct and slid his hands up her back until they found her hair, running his fingers through her curly strands. She nipped his bottom lip and he moaned deep in his throat. With her left hand, she undid the top button of his pants and raked the inside of his waist line with her fingernail.
He tugged at her hair and explored the inside of her mouth, a feeling of excitement vibrated through her and rubbed across the bulge in the front of his pants. He groaned and pulled her closer to him until she fell into his lap in a straddling position. Victoria was very well aware of the new cameras installed around the room and she didn’t even seem to care; lifting up his shirt, she ran her hands across the muscles on his stomach and chest.
“Wait.” He pushed her away, his breathing was hard with desire. “Cameras,” he whispered on a low breath. Annoyed, she nodded and hopped off of him. “In a moment,” he promised, smiling lightly, though she could tell it was strained, and she couldn’t blame him. She was in the mood for some serious stress relief, but he was right. As much as she wanted him, the police station wasn’t the right place to do it, or else they’d both be suspended.
Terrance turned back to his computer and clicked a few more buttons, prepared to turn it off while Victoria slipped into her brown leather jacket. Taking a deep breath, she turned back to Terrance. “Ready to go?” She asked, leaning over his shoulder and looking at his computer screen—which he still hadn’t turned off.
“Yeah, yeah, just a minute, I’m going through the last pieces of evidence.”
Victoria knew what that meant, it meant his lust had probably been swept away and he was going to just drown himself in his work. Victoria threw her hands up in defeat and turned to leave. At this point, she could care less if he followed her or not. She just wanted a warm bath and a comforting bed and to go home to her cat.
“Victoria, come look at this.”
“No thanks, I’m going home.” She pulled her car keys from her pants pocket.
“Savvy sent me what they were able to recover from the destroyed video cameras in screen shots.”
