Page 38 of The Love Bitten Series: Vol 2

“Seriously. Go home. I’ve had enough of hanging out with loved up daywalker couples,” Braedan complained. “I’ve got this.”

“Too bad Cian, Aura, and Abel took Ronan out for a drink. I’m sure he would have been more than happy to help.”

Most twenty-one-year-olds wouldn’t have wanted to be stuck hanging out with their eighteen-year-old sister and her friends, but Jareth was right. Ronan adored Sheridan and wouldn’t have complained about staying behind so she and her friends could finish celebrating her birthday.

“I should’ve gone with them,” Braedan muttered. “At least then I would’ve done something to earn the headache I’m sure to end up with tonight.”

I laughed as Jareth and I walked over to where our four-year-old twin boys were shoving cake into their mouths as though we never fed them. It took us several minutes to get Bryson and Griffin cleaned up, and we were just getting ready to teleport home when I heard Sheridan’s happy cry. “Oh my gosh, you guys are destined to be together!”

When I glanced over my shoulder, I found Braedan standing in front of one of Sheridan’s friends. I’d only met the girl tonight and didn’t know much about her except that she was a daywalker who’d recently turned eighteen...and she was apparently Braedan’s destined consort.

“Ooh, how exciting,” I sighed, happy tears filling my eyes. “Now Braedan won’t have any reason to grumble about how loved up we are since he will be, too.”

“Grab your mother’s hand,” Jareth instructed Griffin as he took hold of Bryson.

I puffed my bottom lip out in a pout. “But I wanted to see what happens with your brother.”

“Hurry,” he urged our son. “Before Sheridan realizes that she needs to talk someone else into staying and one of us ends up trying to get both of our sugared up boys down to bed.”

“Oh, darn,” I sighed as I wrapped my fingers around Griffin’s small hand so we could teleport back home. “I guess I’ll have to pester him for details later.”

I’d assumed everything would go smoothly since Braedan and his fated consort were both daywalkers, but I would soon discover how wrong I was.

EXTRA EPILOGUE

JARETH

“This is your fault,” Narkissa growled at me.

I tried to hold back my smile, but I failed spectacularly, which only made her scowl darken. However, nothing I could say at that moment would appease her, so I stayed silent and let her rant. Besides, it really was my fault.

“I can’t believe you did this to meagain! Oh, my gosh, Jareth! Stop looking so freaking proud of yourself!”

I couldn’t help it. After Bryson and Griffin turned five, we decided to try again and were blessed with two more twin boys, Darik and Alarik. When they were three, I convinced Narkissa to let me knock her up one more time. I wanted a little girl. One who looked just like my gorgeous consort.

The doctor had assured us that the likelihood of another set of twins was very low.

While we had plenty of family around to help, twins were a challenge—and all boys made for a rambunctious household.

So when the doctor informed us that Narkissa was carrying another set of twins, my wife had turned her wrath on me. I knew she wasn’t unhappy about our babies, she was just shell-shocked. And probably feeling exhausted just thinking about double newborns, yet again.

But she just looked so damn adorable when she was mad. All that fire made me want to throw the doctor out of the room and make my woman scream with pleasure.

Instead, I tenderly touched her cheek and gave her a soft kiss. “I’ll be right by your side through all of this. We’ll do it together.”

Narkissa sighed. “I know.” Then she smiled. “At least we have double the chance of having a girl this time around.”

The doctor cleared her throat awkwardly, and I turned an icy stare her way.

“After two boys, the chances of having a girl go down.”

Narkissa’s smile faltered, and I was tempted to drive a stake into the doctor’s heart. We would love our children with everything we had, no matter their gender. But that didn’t mean we wouldn’t be a little disappointed if we never had a girl.

Then again…never was a long fucking time when you were immortal.

“Stop thinking with your dick, Jareth,” my wife growled. “Just because we can physically have babies for centuries doesn’t mean I’m going to let you keep me pregnant until the end of time.”

I bit my lip to avoid pouting like a spoiled brat. Narkissa was hot as fuck all the time, but there was just something special about seeing her round and swollen with our babies. Plus, she was horny as hell when she was pregnant.Absolutely insatiable. My cock twitched at the thought.

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