Page 159 of Moretti Blood Brothers: Vol. One Books #1-4

CHAPTER SEVEN

Present Time

KATE LEANED HER HEAD back against the custom shaped cushions and let the jets of the enormous spa bath massage her body. The baby moved within her, happy to be immersed in water. This little one was likely to be a swimmer, she surmised.

She couldn’t wait to meet her child.

Unlike humans, they couldn’t just go get a sonogram and find out the sex of the baby. The heart rate would immediately draw the sonographer’s attention to something not being right, and while they could wipe their memories, the digital footprint was just too complex. Even if the technician was a vampire, the risks of leaving a trail were just not worth it.

Vampire pregnancies were rare, and because they didn’t get sick, the need for medical support wasn’t the same as for humans. She had a midwife for delivery, but the female was a vampire.

She loved the hours Vincent and she had lain trying to guess the sex of the baby and teasing each other about it. One day he wanted a little prince, and the next a little princess. He had every reason for and against listed for either option, and would circle around to them again and again. In the end, Vincent had decided a son would be better because he would never let a male lay a finger on his daughter.

She didn’t doubt it.

Kate adored listening to Vincent talk about their baby. He was already so in love with it.

One day he’d asked her to show him how to change a diaper, so she’d grabbed the closest teddy bear, a diaper from the beautiful wooden dresser, and led him to the changing table. A short time later, the bear and four diapers had been flung across the room, and Vincent had muttered something about bears shitting in the woods, planted a kiss on her lips, and stalked out.

She had hidden her smile.

“My beautiful mate,” Vincent spoke, surprising her. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips and sat on the edge of the bath.

“Join me,” she said, taking in the large male that was all hers. His hair was askew as if he’d run his hands through it recently, and his jaw was scattered with dark hair. Tonight, he was dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans with a black shirt slightly open at the neck and rolled at the sleeves.

Damn, he was sexy.

Vincent slipped his hand into the water and cupped one of her breasts, a slight question on his face. She was tender tonight, but it felt nice to have his hands on her. They had both been so busy, and she’d been sleeping a lot.

“I only have a few minutes,” he said, shaking his head. “I was coming to tell you Seraphina is taking care of the dinner event for our guests, so you can take that job off your list.”

Kate was a hands-on kind of queen. While she ran the household with a large staff, she was often involved with much more than a human queen would be. It was just the way it was. Looking back, Kate realized she’d taken it all on because of the lack of female company. When Seraphina had joined the household, she had become a friend. Kate had no doubt the female would do a wonderful job.

“That’s fine. Thank you.”

She glanced down into the water as Vincent’s hand moved from her breast and over her belly. Her eyes darted to his, and he ventured further.

“Don’t you dare start and then disappear,” she warned.

He leaned down and growled against her lips. “I wouldn’t dare, my queen.” His thumb found her clit and began circling it.

She groaned.

Two fingers slipped inside her pussy, and she arched into his hand.

“Fuck my fingers, Kate,” he ordered in a soft growl. “You don’t need much right now, do you, sweetheart?”

She hated that he was right. Her body was so sensitive it was like a firecracker when he touched her.

“Touch your breasts,” he ordered again, and the next minute, she was cupping them and pinching her hard nipples.

Vincent continued his finger work. In and out he massaged, her clit burning with delight. He was an expert after so many years, knowing the exact way to pleasure her.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it. Good girl. Come for me.” He groaned.

Kate began to pant, water splashing everywhere.

“Yes, God, yesssss .”

Vincent’s lips swallowed her cry as he thrust three fingers inside her, milking her orgasm completely.

When she opened her eyes, her king had pulled his cock out of his pants.

“Take me in your mouth.”

Kate sat forward and licked the precum, running his cock over her lips as she stared up at him.

“In your mouth, now, Kate,” he growled.

God, she loved how bossy he was. It got her hot and aroused all over again.

Smiling, she wrapped a hand around him and began to lick him like a lollipop. That lasted about five seconds before he directed her head and pushed himself inside her mouth. Working him with her tongue and lips, in and out, she loved how hard and smooth he was. She wrapped her fingers around his sack and sucked his cock.

“Yes, fuck, swallow for me, sweetheart,” Vincent said as heat filled her throat.

She lay back, wiping her thumb across her lips, gazing at her god of a male.

Kate watched as he cleaned up and put himself away. Her eyes began to droop.

“Come here.” Vincent lifted her out of the bath and wrapped her in a thick white robe. “You’ll fall asleep in there.”

As he laid her in their bed and pulled the covers over her, Kate felt like the most loved and cherished female in the world.

“Thank you, baby,” she said as he ran a hand over her forehead.

“Don’t thank me for loving you,” he replied. “The pleasure is all mine.”

She always did, because she’d never forget that he very nearly hadn’t.