Page 42 of Forged in Dusk
“Yes, so let’s pack you a bag because I’m hungry,” I say, releasing her.
I push off the bed, looking for my jeans. But, instead, I pull them up and zip up. I’ve stopped wearing my boxers since they get in the way when I want to fuck my baby.
Claudette packs up to bags; we get the test and some food. Then we got to my place.
“Kon Kon, I’m going to take the test,” Claudette says, taking the box with her.
“Ok, but I want to see,” I say, with my heart racing.
I’m so anxious to confirm she’s pregnant, well, more for her because I know that she is. And then I need to tell her who I am.
I take her hand; we walk to my room to the bathroom. I wait outside the door while she takes the test.
Claudette walks out of the bathroom with the test in her hand. She looks sweet but unsure. I pull her into my arms, whispering how much I love her.
“Kon Kon, here you look because I’m too nervous,” Claudette says, closing her eyes.
I take the test from her fingers, and I look at the stick. The stick has one word in the box.
Pregnant.
“Fuck yes! We’re pregnant,” I yell, pulling her into my arms rocking her.
“Oh my god,” Claudette says, trembling.
“Princess Baby, I’m here for you, forevermore,” I say, kissing her deeply.
I’m so scared to tell her who I am.
What if she gets scared?
Maybe it’s too much for her.
Fuck!
I’ll wait until I see that she’s ready.
Sixteen
Konstantin
I shower early in the morning to take care of some urgent matters for the Kozlov business. I’m always awake early because I don’t need much sleep. Claudette is still sleeping, so I’m going to work while she sleeps.
I’m so fucking thrilled. Finally, I’m going to be a father, and I have my soulmate with me. I knew that she would get pregnant because I could only get my soulmate pregnant, and now I needed to claim her. I need to do the Vampire rite as I fuck her and drink her blood.
I need to talk to my Sire and brothers to tell them about my mate. Now Vladimir needs to locate a mate and my Sire, the object of Kozlov’s part in breaking the curse.
I turn off the water, push open the glass door, grab the soft dark purple bath towel, dry my body, and rub my hair. Finally, I look at the love marks that Claudette left on my neck in the mirror.
Fuck!
I need to stop thinking about Claudette and making love because I need to get to work. I would like to have some of the work done before she wakes up.
I walk out of the bathroom; I stop to look at her in my bed. The sight makes me so damn happy; she’s where she belongs.
I walk to the huge walk-in closet to grab another pair of jeans. I swear that I’ve worn more jeans in the last few months than I have in my entire life. I can understand the appeal, but I’ve always dressed more formally. I grab a leather strip from the dresser to tie my hair at my neck.
I walk back into the closet, grab a light blue button-down shirt pulling it on. I stand next to the bed, watching Claudette as I button up the shirt. I can’t help but smile; she’s so damn perfect.
