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worried. Neman's hands snaked their way up her hips. Calloused fingertips rubbed against her skin, raising her internal temperature.
She slapped at his hands, but he only slid them up to cup her breasts. “I'm not getting any answer—you sure this thing is working?” She looked at the phone.
"It's working.” He took the phone from her, glanced at it, before it vanished from his hand.
She could still see the jealousy in his eyes. “You don't have to look at me like that. Darren is gayer than a Hawaiian shirt, and he's been my best friend for the better part of six years."
Only then did he seem to relax. “I'll send someone to check on him, but right now there are more important things to talk about."
Neman shifted, and, in one swift move, she was flipped over and pinned beneath him. Nessa sighed, figuring if she stuck around this man or god or whatever he was she'd be here a lot.
Her blue eyes glared up at him, reminding Neman of the morning blue of a summer sky.
"All right, Mr. I'm-a-God-but-not, spill the beans. Let's start with why you think I'm having your baby."
Even when pinned beneath him, naked and vulnerable, she had the audacity to make demands of him, her strength of spirit shining through.
"When a god gets a mortal with child, the child is known as a Nephilim. The pregnancy advances more swiftly than a normal human pregnancy."
Panic flashed through her expression. “Um, how swiftly?"
"Our son will be born six months from now."
She seemed to relax at the news. “So, by normal standards, I'm already three months pregnant. I guess that's not so bad, but how do you know it's a boy? A little lady could be swimming around in there for all you know—or do you have some godly power to detect its gender?"
He shook his head. “I know it's a boy, because all this was no mere accident. Believe it or not, Vanessa, you have been chosen to bear my child—a very special child."
She frowned. “Chosen by whom? And what would make him so special, apart from you claiming he's yours?"
"There are gods of fate and destiny who have preordained things long before even the heavens were set in place. Sometimes, these things leak, like drips of water, down to earth and are known as prophecies, declared by those who catch the right drops and splash them across pages in written form. Some are harmless and helpful—others not."
"Do you have any idea how weird this sounds to me?"
"I know what I'm talking about, Vanessa. What's the saying? ‘Been there, done that.’ Four thousand years ago, it was prophesied a special child would be born. He would heal the fracture between Realms, and stop the demons from leaking out. Being a great ‘prince,’ he would bring an end to the warring in the Lower Realms and Outer Realms. As I explained before, there are four different Realms. This one, the here and now, is the Human Realm. There is also the Heavenly Realm, the Lower Realm and the Outer Realm."
Neman watched her process the information, enjoying the animated way her face lit up and pondered a question. The little lines creasing her forehead when she was confused. The stubborn way she set her jaw when her temper flared, and especially the way she made him laugh—a feat not accomplished in a very long time. There was so much depth to this woman. He was beginning to realize he could happily spend years, decades, even centuries exploring those depths.
"Are you trying to tell me I'm some kind of Virgin Mary and I'm going to deliver the savior of the world, of these Realms?"
He shook his head. The smell of her skin made his mouth water again. Unable to stop himself, he bent his head and tasted the hollow of her throat, swirling his tongue around and down, between the valley of her glorious breasts, breasts which were created for him. She could deny it, but she did belong to him.
"You know it's hard to concentrate when you're doing that."
He could feel the rapid beat of her heart, could sense her breathing quicken, her
She slapped at his hands, but he only slid them up to cup her breasts. “I'm not getting any answer—you sure this thing is working?” She looked at the phone.
"It's working.” He took the phone from her, glanced at it, before it vanished from his hand.
She could still see the jealousy in his eyes. “You don't have to look at me like that. Darren is gayer than a Hawaiian shirt, and he's been my best friend for the better part of six years."
Only then did he seem to relax. “I'll send someone to check on him, but right now there are more important things to talk about."
Neman shifted, and, in one swift move, she was flipped over and pinned beneath him. Nessa sighed, figuring if she stuck around this man or god or whatever he was she'd be here a lot.
Her blue eyes glared up at him, reminding Neman of the morning blue of a summer sky.
"All right, Mr. I'm-a-God-but-not, spill the beans. Let's start with why you think I'm having your baby."
Even when pinned beneath him, naked and vulnerable, she had the audacity to make demands of him, her strength of spirit shining through.
"When a god gets a mortal with child, the child is known as a Nephilim. The pregnancy advances more swiftly than a normal human pregnancy."
Panic flashed through her expression. “Um, how swiftly?"
"Our son will be born six months from now."
She seemed to relax at the news. “So, by normal standards, I'm already three months pregnant. I guess that's not so bad, but how do you know it's a boy? A little lady could be swimming around in there for all you know—or do you have some godly power to detect its gender?"
He shook his head. “I know it's a boy, because all this was no mere accident. Believe it or not, Vanessa, you have been chosen to bear my child—a very special child."
She frowned. “Chosen by whom? And what would make him so special, apart from you claiming he's yours?"
"There are gods of fate and destiny who have preordained things long before even the heavens were set in place. Sometimes, these things leak, like drips of water, down to earth and are known as prophecies, declared by those who catch the right drops and splash them across pages in written form. Some are harmless and helpful—others not."
"Do you have any idea how weird this sounds to me?"
"I know what I'm talking about, Vanessa. What's the saying? ‘Been there, done that.’ Four thousand years ago, it was prophesied a special child would be born. He would heal the fracture between Realms, and stop the demons from leaking out. Being a great ‘prince,’ he would bring an end to the warring in the Lower Realms and Outer Realms. As I explained before, there are four different Realms. This one, the here and now, is the Human Realm. There is also the Heavenly Realm, the Lower Realm and the Outer Realm."
Neman watched her process the information, enjoying the animated way her face lit up and pondered a question. The little lines creasing her forehead when she was confused. The stubborn way she set her jaw when her temper flared, and especially the way she made him laugh—a feat not accomplished in a very long time. There was so much depth to this woman. He was beginning to realize he could happily spend years, decades, even centuries exploring those depths.
"Are you trying to tell me I'm some kind of Virgin Mary and I'm going to deliver the savior of the world, of these Realms?"
He shook his head. The smell of her skin made his mouth water again. Unable to stop himself, he bent his head and tasted the hollow of her throat, swirling his tongue around and down, between the valley of her glorious breasts, breasts which were created for him. She could deny it, but she did belong to him.
"You know it's hard to concentrate when you're doing that."
He could feel the rapid beat of her heart, could sense her breathing quicken, her
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