Page 60 of Haunted Nights & Savage Sins
Brenna would make a great mother.
A thought rips through my head. We’ve been having sex like rabbits for a few weeks now, and not once have I used protection.
I know my father’s greatest wish would be for me to hurry up and breed her so I can further the line, but up until now I’d wanted no part in that. I don’t want to create more demons for his bloodline.
But what if the child Brenna and I create isn’t like that? What if they are like her? Good. Strong. Pure?
What kind of father would I be?
Would she want to stay with someone like me once she has a child to take care of? Could I lose her just that easily?
The fear of not knowing what would happen if Brenna fell pregnant clashes violently with the deeply primal urge to force as much of my seed into Brenna as possible. To have her growing round and full with my child. To show the whole world that she is truly mine.
I don’t know how she feels about the situation, but I do know that it may very well be too late. She could be standing there right now carrying my child.
Standing in danger.
I pull the phone out of my pocket and check through the various security feeds that are now coming through my phone andcomputer. No alarms have been tripped, and I can see security tightly guarding the perimeter to make sure no trick-or-treaters end up in places they aren’t supposed to be. I didn’t tell Maxim to do that; he must have taken it up on his own to do so. The man needs a raise.
Still, even with no apparent threat on the cameras, my anxiety starts to ramp up.
I need to make sure that she stays safe.
I’m about to jump out of my skin as I watch her continue on with this never-ending conversation with the Power Ranger standing at my front door.
Finally, when the kid bounces down my stairs and Brenna closes the door behind him, I reach forward and grab the little bit of candy from her.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
I take hold of her hand and start to lead her down toward the bedroom.
“Cormac, you promised.” She huffs.
Everything in me wants to tell her to shut her mouth and just let me get her to safety, but I know from experience that’s not going to get me anything but an argument. I don’t want her stressed or upset. She’s given me a wonderful day, and I’d like to end it on that note.
I turn, and this time it’s my turn to hold her face in my hands. Gently, I lay my hands on either side of her face, holding her like she’s the most precious jewel. “Wife, I did promise, and we’ve been entertaining trick-or-treaters for hours now. It’s late.You’re tired. I’m tired. I just want to lay down with you and rest. There will be other Halloweens to celebrate.”
Her small pout slowly turns into a sleepy smile. “Okay, I’m going to hold you to that.” By the time I let her go, she yawns and is literally dragging her feet as we make our way to the bedroom.
The room is pitch black, as I haven’t had the chance to light any of my candles. Not that it seems to bother Brenna. She’s already nodding off to sleep by the time I lay her down on the bed.
I light some candles, just enough for the glow to let me see her. I pull out my phone and shoot Maxim a text to let him know that trick-or-treating is over and to close the gate. He replies with an affirmative.
Once I’m satisfied that he’s got everything under control, I refocus on Brenna, who has in that short span of time fallen completely asleep. As gently as my massive hands can, I unzip her gorgeous dress and slide it off her body. Then I work on her bra and panties. I take off the crown of flowers, leaving her completely naked on my bed.
Absolute perfection.
A slice of heaven I don’t deserve, but I’ll do anything in my power to keep her safe.
16
BRENNA
It wasn’t supposedto be like this.
When my father told me that I was to be married to none other than the monster that was Cormac O’Sullivan I thought it was to be the end of my life. All my hopes and dreams extinguished in that one moment.
Instead I’ve found this.
