Page 33 of The Hellbeast's Betrayal

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have carried you the whole fucking way here!” he snapped angrily, making me sigh.

“Didn’t want you to worry.”

“Gods, Ella, I will always worry about you, baby, but this, this here was not out of my control to prevent,” he said, making me feel bad, which was why I tried to pass it off as nothing.

“Oh, but that started ages ago. I’ve been walking… er.” I stopped when he snapped his head up to glare at me.

“You wanna finish that sentence, sweetheart?” he asked in a serious tone.

“Not particularly,” I confessed wisely.

“Good answer. Now how are your bones, any aches, feelings of your illness?” I winced before telling him,

“No.”

“Is that a definite no or the type where you’re just bullshitting me so as not to make me worry more?” he asked with a pointed look. One I knew not to poke at.

“The first,” I replied, making him release a heavy sigh.

“Alright, love, well either way, it won’t matter for long.” His statement made me sit up straighter, although he wouldn’t let my foot slip from his hands.

“Why not?” I asked with a frown.

“Because I am going to give you my blood and heal you,” he stated, making me reply with a small,

“Oh.”

“Oh?” he repeated in question with that sexy raised scarred brow of his.

“Well, I just thought now we were here and alone and stuff, that it would… you know…” I rolled my hand around, hoping he got the hint from that.

“Would what?” he asked, telling me the hint whistled right over his head.

“Happen more naturally.”

At this his eyes turned tender before he said a simple,

“Baby.”

“But it’s okay if you don’t want to, I mean, it’s been a long few…” At hearing this he was on top of me in a second, effectively shutting me up now his whole body was just barely held over me. Then he groaned into my neck after first kissing me there.

“Baby, you’re killin’ me here.”

“What?” I asked, confused as to what prompted this.

“Quit being so damn cute before I lose my mind,” he replied, making me frown.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I didn’t say anything.”

“Ella sweetheart, I have thought of nothing but being in a bed with you, holding you in my arms, knowing you’re safe, and making love to you.” Ah… so clearly,Ihad missed the hint.

“Oh… erm, so what’s the problem?” I asked, making him groan again.

“The problem is that I am trying to be a Gods be damned gentleman here and you’re making that impossible with your fucking cuteness,” he told me with a frustrated growl to his words.

“I am?”

“Yes, sweetheart, you are,” he reaffirmed with heated eyes before shocking me to my core when he added, “Damn, girl, but I have even been having fantasies of getting you pregnant.”

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