With a sad smile, he leaned down and pressed a kiss against her forehead. “I know it does, wife. I’m sorry.”
“Where were you?” she mumbled in a daze, wondering why her head was starting to spin and her eyelids suddenly felt heavy when she looked up to find her brother adding something to her IV.
“I really don’t think you want to know about that,” Nathan said as her eyes narrowed on him seconds before everything went black just as she decided that she was going to get her answers one way or another.
Chapter 30
Williams Mansion
Maine
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Christofer said, even as he pressed a kiss against the large swell of his mate’s belly as he snaked his hands beneath the large shirt that she was wearing and hooked his fingers in her panties, pulling them down as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“Probably not,” Cloe readily agreed, as she stepped out of her panties and turned around, presenting him with a sight that had his cock straining against his fly.
“Are you sure?” he asked, pressing a kiss between her shoulders as he slid his hand between her legs and groaned when he found her wet.
“God, yes,” she said, spreading her legs further apart to give him better access.
They’d tried a lot of positions since she started to show, but this one seemed to be her favorite. Then again, she seemed to love this position before she’d started showing too, he thought as he ran his finger through her lips, noting how wet she was as he teased her clit.
“Christofer,” she said, moaning his name as she pushed back against his hand as her grip tightened on the table in their temporary bedroom. It had been agreed that it was for the best that they stayed here until they had the baby to make sure that they had everything that they needed. Once the baby came, they were going back to the house that he’d had built for his wife so that they could have privacy.
“On the bed,” he said, instead of giving her what she wanted as he reached over and took her hand in his.
With a curious glance over her shoulder, she did just that, leading him over to the bed that was the perfect height for what he had in mind. As she sat down on the edge of the bed, he reached over and grabbed two pillows only to moan as his mate ran her palm over his trapped cock, giving it a squeeze before she slid her hands up to his belt and pulled it loose.
Careful of his mate as she unsnapped his pants, Christofer placed the pillows behind her. When he was done, he watched as Cloe slowly unzipped his fly, exposing the tip of his cock pushing past the waistband of his boxers. She tore a groan from him when she leaned in and licked the tip before taking it in her mouth as she pushed his pants down far enough to free him. Beautiful glowing red eyes looked up and met his as she slowly took his cock in her mouth.
He watched as she pulled back, running her tongue along the underside of his cock as her fangs teased the sides only to do it again. He could happily come like this, but he had something else in mind for her. He allowed her one last teasing stroke of her tongue before he pulled back so that he could lean down and kiss her as he gently pushed her back so that she was lying back against the pillows.
Breaking off the kiss, he got down on his knees between her legs and-
“Oh, god,” his mate moaned before he got the chance to touch her, making him frown as he looked up and saw her worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she placed her hands on her belly, rolled over onto her side and curled up into a ball as she pushed the pillows out of her way and mumbled another, “Oh, god,” that didn’t exactly sound promising.
That was followed by a scream that had him quickly shoving his deflated cock back in his pants, yanking up his zipper and fixing his belt as he…as he…as he…
Christ, what the hell was he supposed to do?
“Christofer?” came the softly mumbled word that drew his attention back down to his wife to find her squeezing her eyes shut.
“Yes?”
“I think this is the part where you carry me down to the clinic?” she suggested as he stood there nodding only to move his ass when the next mumbled, “Oh, god,” came.
By the time she’d started screaming, he’d decided that it would probably be for the best if he never touched her again.
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“Don’t fucking move,” Chris told the man that thought it was a good idea to knock on their door as Marc slowly backed away from the clinic door, taking Jessica with him as he searched for somewhere to hide her just in case.
They hadn’t had any problems since they moved here, but with what he saw on Izzy’s computer screen, he knew that it was just a matter of time before they came looking for them here. He’d been hoping that he made it to his immortality before the war started, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen.
“My name is Dr. Noah Phillips. I’m a medical doctor. Caine sent for me,” Marc heard the man explain as he carried Jessica over to the bookshelves and after shifting a bit, he was able to squeeze into the corner and sit down.
“Mine!” Jessica said, grabbing hold of his nose with her small hand.
“Shhhh,” he whispered absently as he leaned to the right a bit, just far enough so that he could keep an eye on the front door and make sure that his brother was okay.