She slumped, pushing out a sigh. “I hope it’s only that—being born. And I keep thinking of my recurring dream. You know the one where I see our son, and he says I have to help his sister? What if they are the prophecy? My mom couldn’t tell me more.” Her hands shook. “Maybe all four are.”
I gently circled my fingers around her wrists. “Take a breath.”
She inhaled deeply and blew it out.
I would guess that the prophecy was one of many opposing forces, but according to my father, prophecies weren’t always cut and dry. The one about Abbey might have some loopholes. Her powers were certainly growing. But would she become the first female vampire to procreate?
“We should pack,” I said. We weren’t about to solve things anytime soon.
She caught my arm as I was about to stand up. “There’s one more thing. After I pleaded with my mom to tell me which of our children she was talking about, she told me to find Kendra. I don’t know if that means Kendra knows which child, but I got the feeling she knows about the prophecy.”
“Maybe you should call her.” I glanced at her phone on the floor next to a diaper bag.
“I did when we came in. But I got her voice mail.”
“Keep trying,” I said. “Later on, we’ll talk to Sawyer when he’s at his desk.” It was the middle of the night, and even Sawyer had to sleep.
She jerked her gaze up to look at me and smiled. “I like that plan. You know…” Her eyes swirled with mischief as lust oozed off her.
I smirked as darkness flashed for a nanosecond—a sign my eyes had changed from green to silver. “You’re not ready for him.” I grabbed my growing erection through the fabric of my jeans.
She lowered her gaze, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. “I’m always ready for your gorgeous cock.” She dragged a nail over the bulge in my jeans. “I want to give you a blow job. We have time. I need a distraction, and we might not see each other for a while.” She unbuckled my belt.
Fuck, I loved this woman. “But I can’t please you.”
She popped the button on my jeans. “Sex isn’t always about me. I appreciate your attentiveness to my sexual needs, but shut up, lie back, and enjoy. I need to do this, vampire.”
Who was I to say no to my wife? I hated that I couldn't be inside her. I hated that I couldn't touch her pussy, not until Doc gave us the go-ahead to resume normal activities. Maybe by then, we wouldn’t be apart.
I kicked off my boots, and when I tore off my jeans, my cock sprang free.
She giggled. “I love when you’re commando.”
After I’d showered in the birthing suite, I had no other choice since I didn’t have a change of clothes with me.
She stared at my rock-hard erection as if she was snapping picture after picture for her memory album. Maybe she was.
But I didn’t even have a chance to take a breath before she dragged her tongue from base to tip then back down, moaning a sound that only made my dick granite.
Restraint,a voice in my head whispered.Let her play. Don’t pounce.
That was my problem. Her blow jobs were epic but only drove my need to be inside her.
Motherfucker.My resolve was about to be tested.
She circled her fingers around my shaft, her lust-filled blue eyes nailing me to the floor as my heart punched my ribs. It seemed she was waiting for permission or was maybe teasing the fuck out of me.
“Suck me off, baby doll,” I said in a husky tone,
As if that was the code to unlock her desire, she licked the head of my cock before diving in wild and free and becoming a madwoman, sucking and licking like never before.
But when the tip of my dick touched the back of her throat and she dragged a finger from my butthole to my balls then squeezed, I shot forward and roared my release.
She moaned as she sucked, gripping my shaft and swallowing every last bit of me. As soon as she let go of my dick, my mouth was on hers, my hands buried in her hair.
The kiss was salty, sloppy, and wet as our tongues fought for domination. I never wanted this moment to end. Because the minute we walked out of the apartment, nothing would ever be the same.
“How was that, vampire?” She gave me a seductive smile, her lips swollen and red.
