Page 44 of The Union
Twirling wet strands of hair around my fingers, I stared at the picture hanging on the wall. The sun peeked over the horizon, spraying orange and yellow streaks across the sky over the serene ocean. My guess—someone had taken the photo from Jo’s house in Maine. I would give anything to be there right about now. I couldn’t believe it was just last week that I stood with my toes in the sand, the sun rising and the salt air drifting around me.
I inhaled and exhaled, listening to nothing. Sam’s bedroom was soundproof, with a heavy metal door that could withstand a bomb if need be. The clock on the nightstand flashed one thirty in the morning. I’d been waking up at the same ungodly hour of the morning on several occasions, for some odd reason.
I lay back on the bed. When I did, my tits bounced, and I winced. Damn breasts were heavy, rock solid, and hurt like a bitch. Dr. Vieira and I figured out, by normal human pregnancy timelines, that my due date was in November, sometime during the first week. He couldn’t say for sure if I would deliver early, given that I might be having a vampire or a witch or maybe both. The other unknown was twins. They ran in Sam’s family, of course. My uncle Jack and Aunt Tab had a set of twin boys as well. With everything that had happened, I was numb to the idea of twins, and even to a baby witch or a child like Abbey.
Dr. Vieira also tested my blood to make sure I didn’t have any crap in it since I’d swallowed a few drops of Sam’s. In doing so, he found that my pregnancy hormone, HCG, was on the rise and indicated I was close to four weeks pregnant.
I would give anything to have my mom with me. I wanted to ask her every detail about having a baby. But considering I couldn’t raise her from the dead, I would consider flying Aunt Tab, Jack’s wife, out here for the next nine months. Not one person in this building knew what it was like to carry a child. Aunt Tab had six children. Then something wild and crazy came to mind. Since my mom had witches somewhere in her heritage, maybe I could whip up a spell to bring her back to life. I laughed out loud. I was officially nuts.
Tears threatened as my thoughts wandered. I swore I had to find a way to clear my head. Maybe Sam could erase my memories.Are you looney? You can’t forget about the good times with your sisters and parents.Then Sam could zap only specific ones like what had happened at Intech. That way, I wouldn’t see Rianne as a monster, or even my grandmother as one. Nerves fired to life, spreading out through my extremities. I needed a distraction, and I knew just what kind.
I closed my eyes, rolling a nipple between my fingers as I settled my other hand between my legs. A quick orgasm would definitely lessen the tension. I scooted farther up on the bed so my head was on a pillow. I raised my knees, then dove into pleasing myself.
I opened my legs wider, giving in to the tingling sensation, picturing Sam’s huge cock driving in and out of me when his woodsy scent of sandalwood drifted in.
“Fuck me.” Husky and dark, Sam’s voice glided over me like melted butter as desire to continue what I’d started feathered along my skin.
When the locks clicked into place, my heart followed suit, and my mind cleared. Sighing, I licked my lips, hiking my gaze over his gorgeous body. He looked like a god among gods with that defined pussy-clenching V. His six-pack belonged on billboards around the country. His thick muscular thighs symbolized power, and his growing erection triggered an orgasm as I rubbed myself into a frenzy. My mouth parted as I released a sigh, my pulse pounding in my ears.
“Beautiful,” he said as he watched me watch him.
I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked. “Your turn.”
He gave me a lopsided grin, the silver banishing the green in his eyes as he shucked the towel and flung it to the side. Then he crawled on the bed like a lion, ready to devour his prey. Hunger, raw and pure, swam in the depths of his sparkling silver eyes. “Your pussy is glistening, baby doll. Are you ready for this?” He stroked his cock once, then twice.
I whimpered. “I’m always ready for your dick, you, us. So, what are you waiting for?”
He sat on his heels, admiring my naked body “Fuck. Your tits grew overnight.”
I giggled. “They hurt like a mother.”
He bit his bottom lip. “I’ll be gentle. I promise. But first”—he dropped his gaze to my thighs—“I’m hungry.” His fangs descended.
“Feast away.” The anticipation of his mouth on me or his fangs in me caused goose bumps to blanket my body.
He licked his way up my leg, groaning. Then he bit, quick and sharp, sinking his fangs into the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. He sucked with great pulls, and the more he drew my life’s essence into him, the more my belly dipped and rolled and fluttered. A hum began deep in my core, and I swore I was ready to orgasm again.
It was crazy how a bite could elicit such a strong response of sexual passion.
He peeked at me through half-lidded eyes, his silver orbs twin beams pulling me home on a foggy night. My breathing increased as I threaded my fingers through his damp black hair. I could feel the love pouring through his veins. I could feel his lust as strongly as I could feel my own. Our magical connection was beyond anything I’d ever known, and I would die before I let anyone take me away from him.
As if the music died, I tensed.
Instantly, he retracted his fangs, and any passionate connection we had vanished. “What is it, baby doll?” He was hovering over me in a flash, his gaze searching mine. Then he traced a finger between my eyebrows. “This crease doesn’t look good on you. Talk to me.”
This room was our sanctuary. Absolutely nothing belonged in it except the love Sam and I shared. But he would persist until I told him.
“I’m sorry. I’m a mess, Sam. I can’t stop thinking about Rianne.”
His eyes darkened to a deep burnished silver as he mashed his lips together. “She won’t go through with it.” He sounded optimistic.
I blinked several times. “She will. I saw the look in her eyes and heard the confidence in her tone. I know my sister. When she makes her mind up, there is no changing it.”
He moved hair off my forehead. “Baby doll, the SEAL team will stop Carly and Intech before they try one dose of whatever Carly is brewing.”
I didn’t share his confidence. I cupped his scruffy jaw. “Believe it or not, one of the things I love about you is your arrogance. But not even you or the SEAL team can promise me that.”
He kissed my nose. “How little faith you have in us. This isn’t our first rodeo.”
