Page 46 of Blood of the Damned: Thorn
The second his lips touched skin, Ledger’s fingers threaded through his hair, holding him tight as he arched into Thorn’s mouth when he suckled on a nipple. The long, loud mewling noise he made caused Thorn’s cock to throb so painfully that he thought for a moment he would come untouched.
Papa… Papa, what are you doing to Daddy?
Thorn jerked back and stumbled over his own shoes as he gave Ledger’s belly a startled look, righting himself with his lightning-fast reflexes before he landed on his ass.
Ledger looked from Thorn to the mound that was now moving. “What is it? Is something wrong with the babies?” The bulge Ledger had sported in his pants disappeared as his worried gaze darted between them. “Talk to me,” he demanded, his hands stroking protectively over the mound.
“I… not…” Thorn ran his hands through his hair, trying to find the words. “They… sensed something…”
“Sensed what?”
Thorn scratched his head and was glad he wasn’t able to blush when Ledger suddenly registered what the babies had picked up.
“They knew we were… oh gods, they’ll be traumatized. Heck, I’m traumatized!” He staggered to the bed, cupping his belly. “What if… oh gods, they saw your dick coming, and it poked one of them in the eye?” He paled as he spoke, looking as disturbed as Thorn felt with that graphic visual. “You’re too young to know about the birds and the bees. Your Papa will explain it all when you’re old enough.”
“Why me?” Thorn demanded, choking on his fright.
“Because I said so, and because they’re vampires.” The logic of it came across loud and clear.
He eyed Ledger and got just how serious he was and how the moment for sexy time was lost. “Alright, but you get to tell them about puberty.” He was not doing that too. He wasn’t, not when they were girls—fuck no.
Chapter Twenty-One
Ledger
Life seemed to be on a repeat cycle, like he’d gotten shoved into a washing machine that didn’t seem to have an off switch and just kept going, tossing him around and around. It madesure he was never quite sure which way was up, and which was down, all because of his emotional state.
Thorn had sent Ledger home earlier this afternoon for a nap when he’d found him nearly asleep on his feet. The last few nights, no position was comfortable enough for him to get some solid sleep. The moment he found a comfortable spot, the girls decided to have a fight.
On the sofa was a mound of different shaped pillows in every conceivable colour and type. Did any of them really help when there were four arms and legs vying for what little space there was inside him? Not really, but Thorn hadn’t quit trying, and Ledger didn’t have the heart to dissuade him.
None of that was the issue right now, or why he sat on the lid of the toilet crying. It was the ultimate injustice of how the bathtub was no longer an option for climbing into when he wanted to. Weeks earlier, he’d struggled, and Thorn had picked him up, placing him in the tub. Since then, Ledger had made a concerted effort to figure out the best way to get in and out on his own.
It was the little things.
He’d managed right until today. Nothing worked, and he’d tried until he was sweaty and hurting. His belly was just so big and unwieldy with how high the tub was off the ground. It made it impossible to manoeuvre when his height and current weight worked against him. He became so overwhelmed, all he could do was cry at his current predicament.
Pregnant, you’re just pregnant.
He didn’t hear Thorn come in until he spoke. “Oh, Sweetling, what is it? Are the girls fighting again?”
Lips trembling, he sniffed, wiping the back of his hand over his nose, meeting his mate's concerned stare.
“I can’t get in the tub,” he sobbed, sounding pathetic as Thorn crouched in front of him. “I thought I had figured it out with the footstool I found.” Tears dripped off his chin, plopping on hisnaked legs as he held Thorn’s gaze. “But it doesn’t work when your belly has a different center of gravity and has gotten so big it makes you tip backwards when you’re trying to stand on one foot.”
“I’ll help you.”
The washing machine went on a fast spin and tossed Ledger’s emotions around once more, which meant only one thing.
“I don’t want you to help. I wanna do it myself. Shouldn’t I be able to wash myself? I’m pregnant, not ill,” he sobbed pitifully. “It’s not fair. And there’s things you aren’t telling me. I know it.” He didn’t give Thorn a chance to reply and continued with his rant. “How are the girls gonna feed from me? Are they gonna need the milk or blood?”
It had been playing on his mind over the last few days when he’d leaked milk, worrying it was happening because maybe the girls weren’t meant to have it, making him defective. The milk wasn’t supposed to come in until after the birth, wasn’t that what he’d read? He couldn’t remember.
Thorn waited a few seconds and Ledger, the rational side, got he was waiting to see if he was going to continue. The irrational side didn’t. “Answer me!”
There were teeth marks on Thorn’s lower lip when he released it. “The girls, when they feed, will need the milk and… blood. The blood is to seal their bond with you and me.”
Anxiousness came with the response, yet it was honest and helped a little. “So, they’ll bite my nipples?” Not horrific, and at least mentally he could prepare for that.
