Page 33 of Swamp Kings 2

Her clit pulsed with heat at his tone and the use of her real name. “I’m usually tired a lot and I can hardly blink now I’m so wide awake.”

“Fuck.”

“What?”

“You need rest,” he said, like that was an obvious issue.

“Only I don’t,” she reassured. “It’s like I’ve taken the perfect prenatal vitamin, and I have all the energy to create a baby and then some. How are you?”

“Not done with you,” he said, his tone giving her another blast of sexual hunger.

“Okay,”she whispered.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“What now?” she said, holding the phone to her ear with her shoulder and removing the robe from the back of the door.

“Nothing,” he grit.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing I want to say right now.”

She paused briefly, halfway into the robe. “Why not?” she wondered, his answer creating someseriousstomach acid.

“Whatothersymptoms do you have?”

So he knew she was horny out of her damn mind. “Guess it goes without saying that I can’t stop thinking offuckingyou.”

“It does,” he said, the accusing tone doing the opposite of turning her on. Tears welled in her eyes when the pain in her chest got so incredible. “I’ll call you back.”

She hung up and choked out several sobs, covering her mouth. The complete honest answers to his question were,I’m emotional to the point of nauseated, needy to the point of pissed, so horny I masturbated five times and I’m eating like a… She sobbed again. …a fat gorilla.

Her phone rang, bringing another gush of tears as she quickly climbed into her undergarments. She stopped long enough to answer it. “You’re on speaker, I’mdressing,” she forced out firmly, setting the phone on the vanity.

“Donotfucking hang up like that.”

The fear and anger in his tone brought more acid to her already nauseated stomach, sending her racing to the toilet to vomit up the massive amount of food she’d consumed in the past four hours.There’s nothing wrong, everything is just multiplied, just like Lesion said. Hunger, energy, emotions, sex drive.And there were alotof positives, likenofear, which for her was huge but of course for him he’d see it as foolish.

“I’m coming,” she called at the phone on the sink ledge. “I need to rinse my mouth.” She turned on the water, breathing through the rush of emotions at the thought of him being mean again.Not mean, worried out of his mind. Get it together.

She swooshed her mouth and spit several times then forced her eyes to the mirror, looking for symptoms and signs that shewasn’tokay, because if she wasn’t, she wanted to know so she could deal with it as quick as possible to protect their child. She angled her head left and right, finding nothing but flawless skin and clear eyes. She examined her gums, finding them a healthy pink,same as usual. And no vampire teeth. Yes, she may have worry-wondered a teeny tiny bit about that.

She eyed the phone, remembering he was going crazy with worry and put it to her ear. “I just did another check on myself, just in case you think I haven’t been monitoring, I have… hello?” She lowered the phone, seeing his call had dropped. Or he’d hung up. She imagined him panicking at the sound of her puking and losing focus and crashing into a tree. She covered her mouth when the sobs returned. The phone rang, the sound jolting her bones as she answered it, remembering to tell him she was also extra sensitive to sound. “I’m sorry, I—”

“What happened!” he hurried, the power in his words like a gunshot in her ear.

“I need you to calm down,” she whispered, already on the verge. “Your fear and your anger are affecting me negatively.”

“Baby,” he whispered, his regret an instant balm through her. “I’m so sorry, I’m five minutes out.”

“I don’t want you to be sorry, I just need you to calm down long enough for me to talk to you. Your anger seems to… cause drastic symptoms in me, not all good,” she added.

“And not all bad,” he reminded, his anger toned way down but still there. All aimed at himself she knew.

“Not all bad,” she agreed, making her way to the front door. “I’m headed out to the little shack to wait for you.”

“Not in the dark,” he said, back to a thousand percent pissed. “Not in the dark,” he repeated softer. “Wait for me. Please,” he added.

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