“I’ve tried talking to Winnie, but…” Penelope exhaled heavily. “I can tell she’s not happy here. I’ve tried my best to include her, but I think she’s homesick.”
Obsidian rested his hand over the gentle swell of Penelope’s belly. He still couldn’t believe they were having a baby. That in only a few short months, their little male or little female would be in the world. There was no denying Obsidian was also terrified by the prospect of bringing a child into existence. As far as he was aware, a babe hadn’t been born to angels on Earth before. And though pregnancies were extremely rare, the survival rate was good. He wasn’t worried in that regard. Mostly.
However, they’d yet to figure out the logistics of the birth. Considering there were no healers within thefiestreigh, Obsidian had some concerns. It seemed logical that they should have someone available who could assist if there were issues. He’d yet to discuss those worries with Penelope, though. The last thing he wanted was to cause any unnecessary anxiety.
“What’s on your mind?” Penelope’s hand rested over his.
He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Just reminding myself how lucky I am.”
“You are that,” she teased. “On a serious note, is there anything I should know about vampires now that Bijou is here and possibly staying for a while?”
“Such as?”
“For starters, how do they feed?”
“The same as you and I.”
“From the Fae?”
“Technically, they feed from their own kind, but yes, they can utilize the Fae.”
“What about humans? Should I be worried about Oliver?”
Obsidian chuckled. “I’m not sure anyone should be worried about him. As far as feeding, Bijou would need stronger blood than Oliver’s to survive, so no, I don’t think you have to worry about that.”
“I guess I should make sure there’s a male Fae in residence at all times.”
“Probably a good idea.”
“Speaking of feeding…” Penelope’s fingers trailed over his neck.
His cock swelled from the gesture alone. “Are you hungry,ayreme?”
“I’m eating for two, remember?” Penelope repositioned so that she was straddling his hips.
He growled softly as he nuzzled her neck. “Then by all means, you should take what you need from me.”
While she proceeded to do just that, Obsidian contributed, too, providing the orgasms they both needed.
The rest they could worry about in the coming weeks. Right here, right now, satisfying this female was the only thing that mattered.
Chapter Six
As was always the case, life seemedto get in the way of Orianna’s best-laid plans. Hence the reason it had taken three days before she could wrangle the time necessary to scout the abandoned warehouse Jed had told her about.
Feeling like an idiot, Orianna leaned to her left and peered through the grimy window, attempting to catch sight of someone inside. What she glimpsed was nothing more than rows of empty metal shelving units, half a dozen wooden pallets, a step ladder, and what appeared to be the corpse of a forklift, its metal guts strewn across the chipped and scarred concrete in front of it.
Fourth building and, unless she counted finding three homeless men asleep in one of the buildings, fourth disappointment.
She was quickly coming to the conclusion that Jed was a dick. There hadn’t been a soul at the warehouse he’d sent her to, nor at any of the others she’d walked by on her way back to the main drag, except for the one providing shelter to the vagabonds. And she hadn’t simply peeping-Tom’d it as she’d passed by. Oh, no. Orianna could add breaking and entering to her list of mad skills. After all, she didn’t expect some underground gambling ring to set up shop in plain sight. Nor did they seem to have a preference for cold and dreary, either.
But the Telluride PD would be happy to know there were no illicit games taking place under their noses. At least not out here.
Which meant Orianna was back to square one, a place she seemed to have frequented far too often in the past six years. A place she was quickly growing tired of being.
With a sigh, she continued to make her way back to Colorado Avenue, peeking in more windows, filling with more disappointment. By the time her destination was in sight, she was cold and tired. Not to mention completely disillusioned.
“Well, now, don’t you look tasty.”
