growing family that was only beginning
to sink in now.
Blu nodded. Winced. “But everything is going to be okay. I’ve
got two babies in here. Much as I cannot fathom giving one away, we’ll still
have the other.”
Creed tilted back his head. His fists clenched at his sides.
Not a pose she saw often. Her werewolf senses, heightened with pregnancy, picked
up an acrid anger from his pores—or not. She didn’t know how to place him right
now.
“Creed, please talk to me. What are you thinking?”
“I need some air.” And he dashed away, out the patio doors.
Mouth agape, Blu caught her head in her hands. “I’ve fucked
things up. He hates me. Why did I do this?”
She smoothed a hand over her belly.
“I’m so sorry,” she said to her unborn children. “I wanted you
so desperately, I had to sacrifice one of you.”
*
Snowflakes blanketing the ground, Creed kicked the fence
gate, and charged through it and toward the back of the property. He slammed it
behind him, and heard the latch snap off smartly.
What the hell had she done?
He let out an enraged burst, and then thought to himself. What the hell have I done?
*
It was midnight when Blu heard Creed wander into the
bedroom and make a beeline for the shower. She sat in bed, e-reader propped on
her belly.
Behind the bathroom door the shower stream clattered against
the marble tiles. He hadn’t spoken a word to her since her confession earlier.
Rarely—hell, never —did they go to bed angry with one
another (save for the night she had drank his blood). They always talked things
out, and generally followed with delicious makeup sex.
She wasn’t much for full-on sex, being as big as she was right
now, but she craved his reassuring touch.
“He won’t touch me,” she whispered. “I’ve given away one of his
children as if bundle of blankets to a homeless shelter.”
The shower stopped and Blu contemplated turning off the light
and rolling over to fake sleep. She was no coward, though, and she wanted to
talk about this. They needed to talk before she gave birth and all Hell broke
lose. Make that Faery.
“I can’t do this alone.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. She
clasped her hands over her belly. “I won’t. If I have to battle all of Faery, I
won’t let them take my child.”
Creed wandered into the bedroom, a towel about his hips, and
steam drifting from his gorgeous, tight muscles. Blu licked her lips even as she
wiped away the tears. She would never tire of that view. An erection bobbed
beneath the towel. The fact he was turned on by her now was heartening.
“Want me to take care of that?” she asked lightly as he slipped
off the towel and slid into bed. “I’ve got some mad jack-off skills, as you well
know.”
He kissed her, lingering on her mouth, nuzzling his nose
against hers, and for a moment she believed he had forgiven her. “It’s
impossible not to be turned on by you, bright one.” He smoothed a palm over her
stomach. “And to see you round with my children is an even bigger turn-on.”
“Seriously? You go in for fat chicks?”
“You’re not fat, Blu. You’re abundant with life.”
He had such a way of putting things, she was constantly
reminded why she had fallen in love with the enemy.
“I’m sorry about charging out on you earlier,” he said. “That
was wrong. I needed some time to think.”
“We’ve both been in the mood for contemplation lately. What’s
happening to us, Creed?”
He sat facing her, and she wanted more than anything to pull
him down to nestle his head against her belly, but she would let him play this
one.
“Can you forgive me?” she asked, hating the wobble in her
voice.
He kissed her belly. “There’s nothing to forgive. Had you not
made the boon this wouldn’t have been possible. But Blu, I have a confession as
well.”
“You don’t have to be pleased with me, Creed. You can hate me
for this. Hell, if you want a divorce—”
He shook his head vehemently. “Don’t
to sink in now.
Blu nodded. Winced. “But everything is going to be okay. I’ve
got two babies in here. Much as I cannot fathom giving one away, we’ll still
have the other.”
Creed tilted back his head. His fists clenched at his sides.
Not a pose she saw often. Her werewolf senses, heightened with pregnancy, picked
up an acrid anger from his pores—or not. She didn’t know how to place him right
now.
“Creed, please talk to me. What are you thinking?”
“I need some air.” And he dashed away, out the patio doors.
Mouth agape, Blu caught her head in her hands. “I’ve fucked
things up. He hates me. Why did I do this?”
She smoothed a hand over her belly.
“I’m so sorry,” she said to her unborn children. “I wanted you
so desperately, I had to sacrifice one of you.”
*
Snowflakes blanketing the ground, Creed kicked the fence
gate, and charged through it and toward the back of the property. He slammed it
behind him, and heard the latch snap off smartly.
What the hell had she done?
He let out an enraged burst, and then thought to himself. What the hell have I done?
*
It was midnight when Blu heard Creed wander into the
bedroom and make a beeline for the shower. She sat in bed, e-reader propped on
her belly.
Behind the bathroom door the shower stream clattered against
the marble tiles. He hadn’t spoken a word to her since her confession earlier.
Rarely—hell, never —did they go to bed angry with one
another (save for the night she had drank his blood). They always talked things
out, and generally followed with delicious makeup sex.
She wasn’t much for full-on sex, being as big as she was right
now, but she craved his reassuring touch.
“He won’t touch me,” she whispered. “I’ve given away one of his
children as if bundle of blankets to a homeless shelter.”
The shower stopped and Blu contemplated turning off the light
and rolling over to fake sleep. She was no coward, though, and she wanted to
talk about this. They needed to talk before she gave birth and all Hell broke
lose. Make that Faery.
“I can’t do this alone.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. She
clasped her hands over her belly. “I won’t. If I have to battle all of Faery, I
won’t let them take my child.”
Creed wandered into the bedroom, a towel about his hips, and
steam drifting from his gorgeous, tight muscles. Blu licked her lips even as she
wiped away the tears. She would never tire of that view. An erection bobbed
beneath the towel. The fact he was turned on by her now was heartening.
“Want me to take care of that?” she asked lightly as he slipped
off the towel and slid into bed. “I’ve got some mad jack-off skills, as you well
know.”
He kissed her, lingering on her mouth, nuzzling his nose
against hers, and for a moment she believed he had forgiven her. “It’s
impossible not to be turned on by you, bright one.” He smoothed a palm over her
stomach. “And to see you round with my children is an even bigger turn-on.”
“Seriously? You go in for fat chicks?”
“You’re not fat, Blu. You’re abundant with life.”
He had such a way of putting things, she was constantly
reminded why she had fallen in love with the enemy.
“I’m sorry about charging out on you earlier,” he said. “That
was wrong. I needed some time to think.”
“We’ve both been in the mood for contemplation lately. What’s
happening to us, Creed?”
He sat facing her, and she wanted more than anything to pull
him down to nestle his head against her belly, but she would let him play this
one.
“Can you forgive me?” she asked, hating the wobble in her
voice.
He kissed her belly. “There’s nothing to forgive. Had you not
made the boon this wouldn’t have been possible. But Blu, I have a confession as
well.”
“You don’t have to be pleased with me, Creed. You can hate me
for this. Hell, if you want a divorce—”
He shook his head vehemently. “Don’t
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