Page 55 of Blood Lust
God damn, I’ve missed this shit.
“Harder,” I ordered him.
Logan’s hands went up to brace himself against the mirror behind me as he slammed himself into me over and over again. I wanted to watch his tight muscular ass flexed and see his cock pulling out and thrusting hard into me over and over again through the side mirror, but I was too high in sexual ecstasy. Feeling him was all I needed right now.
“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum so deep in your pussy. You’d better be on the goddamn edge right now,” he muttered, nipping under my breast he was licking, sucking, and teasing with his tongue and cheeks.
“I’m almost there,” I said, breathlessly. I squeezed my legs tighter around his taut waist and flexed every muscle while getting ready to let this orgasm rip through every part of my body.
Logan growled and started breathing heavily against me, tightening everything while he held off his orgasm.
“Now, baby, fucking now!”
His lips captured mine, and our tongues fought hard against each other, and his cock slammed hard and deep when I screamed in satisfaction of the most glorious sensation in the world. I felt every last nerve spark, my clit was a ball of energy, pulsating with its own orgasm while my G-spot sent off another trimmer that had my entire body jolting against Logan’s.
Logan caught the back of my head before I crashed it into the mirror behind me, pulled me up, and buried his cock deep inside me as I quivered and shook in his arms. He gripped me tightly as he called out and came inside me.
Logan and I came down off the high together, kissing and laughing at how good our session was.
“Damn,” he said, pulling his pants up and kissing me. “Looks like I’m a better fucking instructor than a damn warlock. I’m pretty impressed with myself…more than usual, that is.” He finished with a wink.
He helped me from the counter and helped dress me and make me presentable again.
“Now, let me go show the warlock my new hidden talent,” I said, holding Logan’s hand while my weak legs regained their strength.
“Happy to be your test subject,” Logan draped an arm around me.
“I can’t wait until this shit is done and over. I miss all of you guys. I mean, I love just hanging and chilling with everyone, but shit. It’s all getting old. Threats looming over our head. Worrying about me getting this power thing harnessed incase my imaginary shield drops—” I stopped when I felt the gush of water that came from between my legs. “Oh, God!” I gripped my enormous belly and looked at Logan’s wide eyes.
I was in Logan’s arms in the next second. “Looks like we accomplished more than just you harnessing your powers, Ellie,” he said, zooming up to the room where we set up for the birth of the baby. “Get in the bath. Edgar said this will be easiest for pain,” Logan instructed, flipping on the water and stripping me out of my clothes. “Guys, get your asses up here, little monkey is about to pop out of our girl!”
Logan’s smile was contagious, and soon the room was filled with all my guys.
I doubled over and flipped like a beached whale in a tub. I jumped up onto all fours, feeling the most crippling pain seizing me from behind my back and forcing itself tightly into an unbearable contraction.
“She’s got to be close.” I heard Cole say, “Someone get Edgar!”
“Edgar’s not a fucking midwife!” Zane seethed. I felt the shifter’s hand on my forehead. “Baby, I need to feel you. I want you to work with me by breathing through the contractions.” His smile reassured me, “Trust me, as surprising as this may seem, this won’t be the first baby I’ve helped deliver. We can do this. I need you breathing and making this as easy as possible on the baby. Focus on keeping the baby safe, and breath through your contractions like you have been doing during your online Lamaze classes.”
Cole rushed to me and knelt down near my head, running a sponge over my hair and neck. I screamed with the next contraction and almost willed the pain away, but I knew I needed to feel these contractions and breathe through them. If I numbed myself up, I could harm the baby. I didn’t know if that was true or not, but I wasn’t taking chances.
“I feel the head,” Zane said. “Stay on all fours like this. It’s a natural way to deliver—even for humans. Breathe, sweetheart.”
I only had to breathe through a few more unbelievably horrible pains before I heard everyone gasp.
“You did it, love!” Cole said with a look of elation before he kissed me on my cheek.
“Oh my God, Ellie,” I heard Braden next.
“She’s beautiful.” I flipped over just in time to have my daughter—gorgeous, bright blue eyes and all—placed on my chest. “Just like her momma,” Zane said, tears filling his eyes.
I had a daughter? Tears streamed down my cheeks when her stunning blue eyes met mine, and her tiny little fingers clawed at my chest.
“I did it. I’m a mother.”
It was all so surreal, and for as long as these last few months had been, time was swallowed up and moved like lightning since convincing Logan to satisfy the aching need I had. We had a precious baby girl. Pitch-black head full of hair—Zane’s hair—and brown flecks in her striking blue eyes. She started crying after her umbilical cord was cut and the afterbirth was delivered.
“She needs to eat,” Braden announced, reaching for my precious baby. “Help Ellie get cleaned up and in a robe, and lay her gently on the bed. I have warmed towels for the little gem until she and mommy can bond and feed.”
