“I took too much,” he said, when he could speak. “I didn’t mean to… it will leave you weak for a few hours.”
“Then I’ll just have to lie here and let you pleasure me.” She stretched like a contented cat. Max smiled, slowly withdrawing his cock and settling down at her side, his head propped up on one hand.
“It’s the least I can do,” he agreed. “But I am serious. We mustn’t do this too often, with the child to…”
“Which?” April interrupted. “The feeding or the fucking?”
“Well, I meant the feeding, but both if necessary. There are clearly other ways to bring each other sexual fulfillment. Now,” he said, spreading his fingers across her pussy, “about this pleasuring…”
April purred. “Yes please.”
“I have a question first,” he said, removing his hand and examining the moisture on his fingers, made up of her own cream and his semen. April caught his hand and brought it to her breast. Giving in, he began to rub the moisture into her nipple in slow, sensual circles.
She swallowed. “What question?”
“If the lupi mate for life, how come you and Will are not still together? How come he has made Lara his queen of the werewolves, and you are now the expectant mother of this vampire’s child?”
“Will and I were never for life,” she returned. “Like humans, some of us need to kiss a few frogs… I think we both wanted to be mates, because we are fond of each other and hell, it was fun. But there was no recognition there, no bonding like…”
She broke off, looking away. “Like Will and Lara,” she finished.
“And you and me, April?” His hand paused, yet she was still painfully conscious of her tingling, erect nipple. “What do you recognize here? Don’t be afraid, just be honest. I’ll keep my word to you and Will -- and the baby -- whatever you say.”
“Max…” She took his face between her hands. “Max, I don’t want to burden you with this lupi mate-for-life thing! I’m yours -- just yours -- for as long as you want me -- no longer. But if you want complete honesty…”
“Nothing else,” he said. “Ever.”
“Then I love you. I’ll love you as long as I live, because I’m a lupi and you are my life mate. That doesn’t…”
The rest of her speech was lost in his mouth as it fell fiercely on hers. “Then this vampire is happy,” he whispered against her lips. April smiled and, now that serious matters were concluded, closed her eyes, waiting with sweet anticipation for the pleasuring to begin again.
Marie Treanor
Marie Treanor was born and brought up in Scotland, but for some years moved around the UK working and studying. Now she is back home and happily married with three young children. Having grown bored with city life, she lives these days in a picturesque village by the sea where she is lucky enough to enjoy herself avoiding housework and writing stories of romance and fantasy. You can find out more about Marie and her books on her website: www.marietreanor.com, and by subscribing to her Newsletter: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/marietreanornewsletter. She also shares the Sexy Delights loop with fellow Scottish author Kyla Logan. Find out more at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sexydelights. Marie loves to hear from readers, who can contact her at [email protected].
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