On my next thrust, I moved my mouth to her neck and sank my fangs into the little round birthmarks.
The second her blood hit my tongue, rapture overtook my body, and it was incredible. But my mind immediately focused on Amaia. My father had warned me that the change would give my consort not only pleasure but also incredible pain, and l hated knowing I was the cause of it.
Tears streamed down Amaia’s cheeks, and the only thing I could think was to try to drown out the pain with its opposite. My cock swelled, and I took deep pulls of blood as I plunged in and out of her slick, tight pussy. I hoped it would help distract her from the agony of her body as each molecule rearranged so that her chemical makeup went from human to immortal.
Finally, I felt her tension shift, tightening with need as she squeezed her inner muscles, trying to milk my cock for another orgasm. I gladly sent her over the edge, grateful she was no longer in pain.
While she was still in the throes of her climax, I removed my fangs from her neck and licked the wound to seal it. Then I quickly untied her and cradled her head with one hand, bringing her mouth to the place on my chest where my heart beat only for her. “Drink, my darling,” I urged. “Then we’ll be one, forever.”
Amaia looked up at me with violet pools glazed in passion. She ran her tongue over her gums, and though I knew she was aware that this would happen, I wasn’t surprised to see her a little stunned. It was a big change and would likely take some getting used to.
I kissed her softly before cuddling her closer and guiding her mouth back to my chest. “Drink.”
She stared at me, locking our gazes as she struck. With the first tug of her fangs, I finally let myself go. And it was beyond anything that I could have ever imagined. No words could describe the overwhelming love I felt for Amaia or the complete ecstasy, the utter bliss, of the moment.
It was a good thing Amaia and I were sealed together for eternity because no way would I ever be able to live without her again.
Much later, when we were snuggled together, our breathing steady, our hearts beating at a regular rhythm, I kissed her forehead and murmured, “Are you alright? I hope the pain wasn’t too much.”
She tipped her head back and smiled at me. “There is no pain I wouldn’t have endured to be your forever, Liam.”
Amaia was so very perfect for me. My true soul mate. “I love you entirely, my darling.”
“I love you, too.”
Then we drifted to sleep, content and...whole.
Epilogue
Amaia
I was turned to the side and staring at my reflection in the mirror when Liam came striding into my walk-in closet, most likely to see what was taking me so long. Gesturing toward my stomach, where my pants were fastened with the help of a hair tie, I explained, “I think it’s past time for me to admit that I need to start wearing maternity clothes.”
Liam moved behind me, switching my pants to the kind with an elastic band at the top before wrapping his arms around my body to place his hands over my baby bump. “Our little banana is growing.”
Liam had jumped into the dad-to-be role with both feet, reading several different pregnancy books and signing up for a couple of newsletters about what to expect each week. One of them equated the size of the baby with a vegetable or fruit each week, and I found it so freaking adorable how he switched the nickname he used as the baby grew.
I twisted my head around to smile up at him. “It might also have something to do with my voracious appetite lately.” I joked since the only weight I would ever gain was from the baby.
I’d been horribly nauseous for the first few months of my pregnancy, but I’d more than made up for it over the past six weeks by eating pretty much anything and everything I could get my hands on. Which was a lot since I was a daywalker who could make whatever I was craving magically appear. Not to mention that Liam had been serious about spoiling me, and his tendency to pamper me went into overdrive when I got pregnant. If he so much as caught a whiff of a craving through our bond, he used his magic to get it for me before I realized what I even wanted.
Liam brushed his lips over my mating mark, sending a shiver down my spine before he murmured, “You’ll never hear me complain about your appetite.”
My shiver turned into goose bumps at his sensual tone. “I was talking about food, not sex.”