He settled in, pushing their hips together as he erupted inside her.
They were both panting when they crashed into the warm water and finally stopped drinking.
Boom.Boom.Boom.Their hearts beat in time as they waited out the hedonistic haze.
Once they had regained their senses, Michaela sat up in his lap.“I do love my good girl rewards after training.”
He chuckled as he swiped his thumb over her blood-speckled lips.“You are a very good girl.I’ll reward you more later.”
His dick was still buried inside of her, and he felt the flexing of her walls at his words.He licked the blood from his finger as he smacked her ass with the other hand.“Later.Now, we need to get washed and down to the cellars.”
When she started to get up, he held her, only letting her move as far as his thighs.
Grabbing the soap, he lathered his mate's pert breasts first, then her stomach.He loved seeing and feeling the firmness and the slight swell.As a Vampire, she would only carry for about six months; with triplets, it could be five.He couldn’t wait to see her fully blossomed in her pregnancy.
This woman was his world.
They quickly washed each other before getting out and rinsed until the water was blazing hot in the shower.
In less than an hour, they were dressed: he in navy slacks and a vest with a black shirt, while Michaela was in a flowing, sky-blue dress with large, black flowers.The dress had a sweetheart collar and fell to her knees.
After he met with his Vice, he would take his mate for a walk through the gardens.
“Let’s go.”He headed toward the door.
Michaela hesitated.“With Marceline’s man still being contained, do you think it is alright for me to go along?”
It had been two weeks since Marceline brought the deformed, near-death man to the mansion.As Armaros had ordered, his Vice made a room for him in the cellar.Amaros knew the first week had been tough and good.He’d kept in constant communication with Marceline.
His Vice had almost given up hope and had discussed with Amaros a grieving time if she had to kill him as promised.The male finally began to show significant healing of his distorted genetics.It had been a week now since he’d awakened, in rabid bloodlust, but growing stronger.
Marceline, we are headed your way.
‘We?’Are the leaders coming?A tone of trepidation rolled in from her side, atypical for Marceline.
My mate and I.
Do you not trust my words, Sire?As any Vampire would be, Marceline was territorial about her space, even more regarding her mate.
It was the reason Amaros had her meet him in the cave of the ancients, not too far from the cellars, over the last couple of weeks: to respect what his Vice needed to do.
Yes.As I have for years.However, I want to see the new Vampire with my own eyes.
There was a heavy pause, but smartly, Marcelina complied.We will be expecting you.
The mental dialogue ended, the pathway detached.
“Are you sure we should go, Amaros?Perhaps you should visit alone.”They left their room and headed down the stairs.Her words were hesitant, but she kept walking beside him.
Since they were claimed, he often allowed Michaela access to his conversations with others.She was his lifemate, which meant they would live together for centuries, and he didn’t believe claimed mates should keep secrets.Yes, their thoughts, but everything else was laid bare.
It was how his parents were, before they lay down side by side as ancients, and it was what he wanted.
He halted at the bottom of the steps and faced her.“You are my mate, Michaela, we will rule together.Understand?”
She placed one of her hands flat on his chest over his heart.“I love you, Amaros.”
Hell, he didn’t need to hear anything else.Now, he wanted to contact his Vice and tell Marceline, ‘Never mind; they’d see them tomorrow.’
