Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 65167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
I rise and look into Rogan’s eyes. I see love there—so much love. So much love built on my father’s lies.
“Nothing will ever be the same,” I say.
He trails a finger over my lower lip. “But that doesn’t mean it can’t be better.”
I kiss the tip of his finger. “What now?”
“We find my bunker so I can get dressed. Then I figure out how to get us out of here.”
I glance back at the tiny flower, its petals trembling in the breeze but refusing to break.
Then I nod to Rogan. “Let’s go.”
31
The air around us is heavy as we walk over the bodies on our way back to Rogan’s underground bunker. Rogan scans the area for any signs of danger. Dirt and dust cover his beautiful body, and his hair is a mass of tangles.
Yet his scent…
So thick and musky and still full of wolf.
“Are you sure this is safe?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
My heart races from the lingering fear of enemies who may be lurking.
He turns to me, his green eyes filled with a mix of determination and protectiveness. “As safe as it can be. Trust me, princess. If anything does happen, I’ll make sure nothing happens to you or our child.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, and my resolve strengthens. We’re in this together, at least for now.
Until his actual mate shows up.
But whatever occurs, Rogan will save our child.
I have to believe that.
“It’s here.” Rogan sniffs, an urgency to his movements, as if he’s expecting trouble in the bunker.
I’m on high alert, protectively covering my abdomen with my hands. I follow Rogan through the maze until we get to the entrance.
Finally, the door opens with a quiet click, and we step into the dimly lit room. Same cave, same dank dirt floors, same musty smell.
But I feel safe here. Safe with Rogan.
Rogan inhales deeply. “No one’s been here for days,” he says. “Time passed strangely while we were with the demons.”
His words jar me. “Rogan, when I had an ultrasound, the technician said my baby was measuring large for its fetal age. Do you think…”
He shakes his head. “No, your pregnancy isn’t affected by any time shift. Wolf pups tend to be large.”
I cock my head. “Excuse me. Pups?”
“Sorry. It’s just a word we use. Our children are born human. Or they look human, at least. And our pregnancies are nine months, just like humans and vampires’ are. We tend to have large babies, is all.”
“Great,” I say, looking down at my slim hips. “Just great.”
“What I wouldn’t give for a shower,” he says wistfully.
“Me too,” I reply, still concerned about the twenty-pound baby I’m likely to have.
Then he turns to me, his gaze smoldering. “Take off your clothes, princess.”
I’m hardly in the mood, but his voice, its low timbre, makes my legs turn to jelly and my lust—including my blood lust—head into overdrive.
I can’t take more blood from him. He’s still weak.
Of course, his cock is hard and thick and erect, so he’s not that weak.
“Take the clothes off, princess, or I’ll rip them from you. And while I have a couple changes of clothes here, you don’t.”
His words ignite the fire inside me, and my gums itch and tingle. I try to hold back my fangs. If they descend, I’ll take his blood.
And God, his blood.
My blood lust has quadrupled since I became pregnant, and this child… The vampire in him needs his father’s blood.
My body overpowers my mind, and my canines snap down with a force so powerful it nearly knocks me off my feet. I shed my clothing rapidly as Rogan watches me, his eyes growing more smoldering by the second.
Once I’m fully naked, he grabs me and crushes his mouth to mine.
It’s frantic—as frantic as our kisses always are—but there’s more to this kiss than to the others.
I feel something new from him.
Almost…
Almost a fear…
And Rogan isn’t scared of anything.
I pull back quickly, my lips stinging. The dark and intoxicating flavor of his blood tingles over my tongue from my fangs nicking him during the passionate embrace.
“Rogan, what’s wrong?”
“The only thing wrong, princess, is that we’re not fucking right now.” He gives his cock a good pull. “I need you. I need you now.”
I step back, hitting the dirt wall of the cave. “You’re not yourself. Something’s…”
He jerks his head toward the entrance and sniffs.
“What is it?” I ask.
But before he can reply, my blood lust pulls me to him, and I jump back into his arms and sink my teeth into his neck.
I feed.
I drink.
I let the dark chocolate and black fruit elixir nourish me and my unborn child.
And he allows it.
He allows it because I’m carrying his son.
But he’s…
He’s…
Rogan isn’t here.
Rogan is somewhere else.
And instinctively I know why.
32
Rogan growls as I feed.
As I nourish my body and the growing body of our son.