“I think that make sense. And I’m sorry to sound like I don’t appreciate what you did. You saved me, Callie.” Her eyes fill with tears and—dammit—now I’m getting emotional. “I’m so confused.”
“I don’t blame you.” I reach out and put my hand on hers. “It’s scary, and you went through something really fucking traumatic, demons or no demons. You were kidnapped by someone who wanted to carve out your organs. That’s gonna leave a scar. Have you talked to anyone about it yet?”
She shakes her head. “My best friend keeps telling me to see a therapist, but how can I? They’ll think I’m crazy for saying demons kidnapped me.”
“I don’t know a solution to that,” I start, fully aware how terrible my own coping mechanisms are. “But maybe talk about it figuratively? Yeah, that guy was a real demon. Really, spawn of Hell. I don’t know.”
“I suppose you’re right.” She blinks and tears roll down her face. “I’m scared.”
“I know.” I give her hand a squeeze. “And I’m sorry you are. I’m sorry you had to go through any of this.”
She sniffles and pulls her hand back, wiping away her tears. “How do you do this? How do you fight demons and not have complete mental breakdowns?”
“Wine,” I say, and then we both laugh. “Witches are born with their powers. It’s just who I am.”
“You’re lucky. You have the power to fight back and I don’t.”
I shake my head. “You don’t need magic. We all have the power to fight back. You just have to find it inside you.”“Is everything good at the store?” Lucas’s hands land on my butt, pushing my hips against his. I just got home and haven’t even had a chance to take my shoes off yet.
“Yes. The power came back on, so we were up and running again. I was able to input the few cash transactions we got during the power outage, so things are good.”
“Look at you,” he coos. “I like business-Callie.”
“Do you want me to put on some glasses and give you a progress report?”
“Fuck yes.” He bends his head down and kisses me, and with that one kiss, I’m lost in him and we move in a desperate tangle upstairs, stripping each other’s clothes off as we go up the stairs. I’m naked by the time we get to our bed, and Lucas throws me down on the mattress, drawing his fangs.
I want him so fucking bad right now, and watch hungrily as he slowly undoes his pants, pulling them down and freeing that monster cock. My eyes flutter shut, and I bring my hands to my stomach, slowly dragging them up to my chest.
“You are so fucking hot,” Lucas growls when he sees my fingers circle my nipples. He dives down on me, lips going to mine, kissing me hard before moving his mouth to my neck, making the slow descent down my body, trailing kisses over my collarbone, between my breasts…over my stomach.
He suddenly stops, lips hovering over my belly button.
“What?” I groan, needing him to put his tongue on my clit—now.
“Shhh,” he says and tips his head, pressing his ear to my stomach. “Stop breathing.”
“You know I’ll die if I—”
“Shush,” he says again, and I suck in a breath, holding it for a few seconds. “The fuck?” I ask and push up on my elbows. “Go down on me or get out of the room because I really need to come, okay?”
I expect him to throw me back and down, ready to teach me a lesson about patience and being a good girl. But he slowly tips his head up to me, eyes wide.
“I…I…” he starts and puts his head on my stomach again. “I can hear the baby’s heart beating.”Chapter 12“No, you don’t,” I say before the words actually hit me. “It’s not possible.” Only…it is. Lucas is a vampire and can hear much better than humans.
He presses his ear against my lower stomach, and I hold my breath.
“Are you sure it’s not just my heart beating?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Your heartbeat is much slower. What I heard…” He pauses for a moment, listening. “It was faster.”
“Do you still hear it?”
“Not now. Your stomach is loud.”
“Sorry?” I laugh and rake my fingers through Lucas’s hair. “You really heard it?” I ask again, still having a hard time believing it’s possible, though Lucas being able to hear our tiny apple-seed-sized baby’s heart beating isn’t the craziest thing that’s happened lately.
Him being able to knock me up and put said seed-sized baby in me takes the cake on that.
“I did.” He lifts his head up, eyes locking with mine. My own heart swells in my chest, and suddenly tears are springing to my eyes.
“Dammit,” I mutter, laughing again as I wipe away a tear. “I hate being so emotional.”
“It’s cute.” Lucas moves next to me and puts his lips to mine. “It’s a different side of you I don’t usually see.”