Please, Please, Please
Kane
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“Are you sure?” I ask Emory as I pull away from k*ssing her. Her green eyes are dazed like she’s lost in looks like fire against the black sheets,
It’s been months since we’ve had sex. I’ve missed sharing this intimacy with her, but I haven’t wanted to pressure her. She’s been having a difficult time with the pregnancy, and her fears of losing the baby are understandable. I don’t want to be self–centered and moan about not having sex when she is dealing with so much.
She smiles softly and replies, “I’m sure.” She runs her fingers through my dark hair. “You’ve been so patient with me.”
“I’ll wait forever for you.”
Her eyebrows furrow. “Not forever, I don’t know if I could wait that long to be with you myself.”
I chuckle in amusement and k*ss her neck, my lips gently brushing over her pulse. I can hear her blood underneath her skin moving. through her veins. I’ve promised never to feed on her, and I won’t break that promise, but I’m momentarily distracted. I have not fed directly from the vein in a long time.
I’ve always considered it too intimate. Blood taken with a needle is impersonal. It’s transactional. Taking blood with my teeth pressed into someone’s skin is the opposite of that.
“Do you want to feed from me?” Emory asks. I raide my head, and she doesn’t look afraid. She seems more curious than anything. “If you want to, I don’t mind.”
7 told you I would never feed from you. I intend to keep that
promise.”
“That was before we were together,” she reasons. “I trust you not to go too far.”
“It might hurt. Even if I take from you gently, it still may hurt a little And the baby needs your blood, too
I’d honestly heard that the bite could feel good. A little pain during sex makes the experience more intense. I’ve never indulged in it. Vampires sharing blood with each other is considered more intimate than sex.
“Would it be safe for the baby?” she asks.
“Probably not.”
“Some other time then.”
She pulls me down for a k*ss, and I deepen it, my tongue tangling with hers. I k*ss her until she shivers in my arms, needing to be touched. I lay k*sses down her throat and the swell of her breasts. They’re fuller now, her nipples a darker shade of pink. Her breath hitches when I take one in my mouth, licking and sucking until she
moans.
I run a hand down the growing swell of her belly until I reach between her legs. I press a finger gently inside, feeling how wet she is getting. I slip in another finger, gently rocking them in and out of her. My thumb rubs her clit making her gasp.
“Please, please, please,” she begs. “I need you.”
“What do you need me to do?” I pull my fingers out, and she groans
in frustration. “Tell me, baby.”
Her emerald green eyes narrow at me, her cheeks flushed with desire. “I think you know.”
I hum in reply and k*ss the tip of her nose “mory looks adorable when she’s annoyed. She hisses at me like an angry kitten. I k*ss her flushed cheek.
“Go on,” I continue. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Kane.” I wait patiently and her face goes completely red. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Since you asked so nicely…” I chuckle, and she grunts in irritation.
I position myself between her legs and thrust inside of her. She lets out a little gasp of surprise, her eyebrows furrowed and bites her lip, her eyes closing. The wet silk that surrounds my cock makes me want to groan.
I would have to be dead to forget how it feels to be inside of Emory. Bliss makes me lean my forehead against hers, my hot. breath fanning her face. Her hands grasp my shoulders, nails. digging into my skin.
“Are you okay?” I ask, even as I just want to get lost in the pleasure
of it all.
“Yes,” she replies, her voice breathy. “Don’t stop.”
I bury my face in her neck as I move, rocking into her gradually. She moans, her back arching as I find the spot within her. I take her leg and position it to wrap around my waist so I can thrust deeper into her.
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hane,” she gaspa. “Please”
Immove faster, and her hands mo
cross my back, her nails teaving bloody lines on my skin. The smell of blood excites me, and I have to fight the urge to bite jer. Her pulse is so close. I crave to know what Emory’s blood Jastes like.
Instead, I take her hand and place it over her clit. She instinctively rubs herself, mindlessly chasing pleasure. Her cunt squeezes my cock, and it nearly makes me stop, it feels so good. I thrust harder into her, and her hips meet mine.
“I’m going to come,” Emory moans,
Fraise my head so I can look at her. Her emerald eyes are the brightest I’ve ever seen. I k*ss her as she comes, shudders. traveling through her, I continue to move, wanting to join her.
I let myself go, lost into the haze of heat and desire. Emory looks. dazed, her lips red from my k*sses I groan as I climax, my hips slowing down as I finish, I stop myself at the last second from collapsing into Emory, instead lying down beside her on the black silk sheets,
Emory cuddles closer to me. Her skin is slightly damp from sweat. Red strands of hair stick to her forehead and her neck.
“Are you okay?” she asks, almost shyly.
The question makes me laugh. “I was about to ask you that.”
She smiles back. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
My arm wraps around her, and I rest my chin on the top of her
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head. We stay like that until we fall asleep, lulled by the afterglow.
Lex
Opal is upset with me which is a big surprise. Since the ball, she’s been exceedingly moody. She either throws things at me or storms away angrily. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have been that honest with her about the depth of my feelings for her and the lack of them.
Opal is emotional, vain, and deeply insecure. There is a deep-
rooted need for her to be wanted. My rejection of her cut her deep. This is bad for me when I’m in a castle with no allies. Nobody wants to be associated with me as I represent my brother and my kingdom–their current enemy–and therefore, I am the scum of the earth to them.
I have no choice but to grovel so I can get back into Opal’s good graces. Besides how useful she could be for my survival, there is the baby to think about. Opal has shown to be self–destructive even when she’s pregnant so I have to curtail her selfish impulses. My child might not make it to term if I leave Opal to her whims.
I find myself carrying Opal out of a room where another origy is going on even as she’s trying to scratch at me. Her baby bump is beginning to show but is hidden by the voluminous skirts of her gown, so I have to be careful as I carry her in my arms.
“Put me down!” she yells.
“I will,” I reply, exasperated. “Do you promise not to run back into the drug den?”
She grabs a hunk of my blond hair and pulls, trying to tear the strands from my scalp. I grip her wrist and force her to let my hair
- go.
“Opal,” I chide, “stop being childish,
She scowls at me. “You don’t even like me.”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“You don’t like me, and you don’t care about me,” she says. “So why don’t you just fuck off and let me be?”
“Because you were trying to consume enough drugs to do somethign stupid,” I retort. “I don’t want my kid to end up with a heroin addiction.”
“All you care about is this damn baby. You don’t even like kids!”
“That is not true. I just never bothered with the idea of having kids. Kane was the one who had to have heirs. I was going to be the
cool uncle.”
She glares at me. Her icy blue eyes are sharper than a knife. “What do I have to do to make you leave me alone?”
“Nothing, Princess. Like it or not, we’re stuck with each other.”
“We are not!” she insists. “You just can’t accept that this kid isn’t yours.”
“Uh–huh,” I reply. “Whatever you say.”
We’ve had this argument many times. Opal refuses to admit I’m the father. I refuse to agree with her delusions. Rinse and repeat.
We finally reached the doors of her room. I open them with one hand and carry Opal inside, kicking them closed behind us as we enter the room i finally put Opal down who proceeds to turn her back on me and go to her bed. She reaches nderneath and pulls out a bottle of vodka
For the love of everything good.
I run up to her and snatch the bottle from her.
“No, Opal,” I chide her, pointing at her with a finger. “Bad Bad Opal.”
She smacks my hand away. T’m not a dog, Lex.
“You’re pregnant, Opal. You can’t poison your body while you have something growing inside of you.”
“You make it sound like a fungus,” she grumbles. “And maybe it is. You and your entire bloodline are a scourge on this earth.”
“You sound like your father.”
King Peter’s breakfast time hobby is throwing insults my way. mostly about how my family and I deserve to have been drowned at birth, and we’re a shame to all of vampirekind. And then usually it’s followed up by how all the troubles would go away if my brother would just do the right thing and marry his daughter. Funny how he was quick to say my family is a disease and at the same time still want to be related to us through marriage. I will never understand King Peter.
“My father is very wise,” Opal counters. “There is no better king out. there ”
“We’ll agree to disagree, Princess.
Offended, she tries to slap me. I catch her wrist. As gently as I can, 1 push her to the bed, and she lands like a sad sack of potatoes.
She glares at me
I smile at her. I have to sweeten he up. If I want my unborn child to make it to term, I’m going to have to tch her like a hawk. I slide the bottle of vodka underneath her bed, making a note to grab it
when I leave later.
“How are you feeling, Princess?” I ask in a saccharine voice. “Any aches? Your breasts? Your ankles?”
Opal must be tired because she just lies back and stares at the canopy of her bed. “My ankles are swollen.”
“I’ve heard that can happen.” I get her to move up so I can get on the bed. “How about a massage?”
“I am not sleeping with you, Lex!”
“Who said anything about sex? I was just going to massage your poor ankles. You’ve been on your feet all day. Let me help you.”
Opal puts up some token resistance, but eventually, she gives in and lets me take off her shoes and stockings. I sit on the foot of the bed with her ankles on my lap as I massage her feet loosen her ankles by shaking them gently from side to side. Opal closes her eyes and lets me work, not even bothering to insult me
I rub the top of her feett, upward strokes toward her heart for circulation. I do this for both feet until Opal is snoring in bed. When I’m sure she’s dead asleep, I get off the bed as quietly as I can. Grabbing the bottle of vodka from underneath the bed, I make my way quickly out of the room. Fatherhood is shaping up to be a lot
These Peake, Pete
of work already.
