Page 58 of Blood of the Damned: Thorn
“Why… isn’t my… bum opening,” he wheezed through the next wave of pain.
The two vampires, watching him with way too much interest, looked at the vampire behind him, both with mutual looks that suggested Ledger was missing something vital.
“S-someone answer m-me!” He attempted a scowl, but he was positive it was more a grimace, with the last contraction lingering on like a damn foul smell.
“A vampire baby comes out slightly differently to shifters,” Thorn muttered, barely loud enough for Ledger to hear.
“What-s tha-t mea-n?” His teeth chattered together as he tried to talk through the worst of the pain holding his belly in a constricting band that came on fast and felt as if it wanted to squeeze his poor babies to death.
“Sweetling…”
Gasping, he glanced over his shoulder, his hands gripping the arms of the chairs, panting through the pain as best as he could.
“Why are… you…shielding me?” He felt the barrier in his mind, and he also sensed how Dacian and Calvert were pressing at his psyche. They were up to something, goddamnit!
“I… the girls…”
“Fuckkkkkkkkkinggggggg shittttttttttt… telllll meeee.” Alarm came at him at the squealing he was doing, he was past caring about others’ sensibilities or looking like a crazed person. He was one.
“The babies will use their fangs to get out,” Thorn blurted out, his cheeks looking obscenely pale.
Now it was all Ledger’s alarm coursing through him as those words repeated in his mind.
The babies will use their fangs to get out.He couldn’t be serious.
Why hadn’t he mentioned this before? It was a stupid question when Ledger figured why very easily. He’d have had a freak out like he wanted to now.
“I’m not doing this,” he gasped through his dry mouth, trying to wriggle his way off the stupid chair. The hideous pain at his bottom stopped him from getting far and he returned his attention to not coming apart at the seams. His fingers curled and cramped around the wooden arms.
Please make it stop,he shouted at his mate.
“I can’t,” Thorn sobbed as he came around the chair and cupped his over warm, sweaty cheeks. “I swear I’ll make it up to you.”
The twisting in his guts made it impossible to answer as he rocked back and forwards, unsure what to do with his body to make it bearable—if that was possible.
“Help him,” Thorn demanded.
“We are,” Dacian grunted. “He’s fighting us.”
What were they talking about? He was fighting no one, not even the babies, who weregoing to eat their way out of his ass!Was that why the pain was worsening? Oh, to the heavens, he would not survive this.
“You will, Sweetling. It’ll all be over soon.”
“Lair,” he panted around gritted teeth. Ledger didn’t have the strength to shout at his mate who was back to massaging his buttocks. “Lower,” he groaned around the next crippling pain.
It made no difference.
“Open your mind Sweetling, allow Dacian and Calvert to help.”
At an all-time high, the excruciating pain left his hair stuck to his head and the air so blue it would cause a permanent change. But allowing his brothers-in-law into his mind seemed like an inane concept when he had no idea how to do it. How was he supposed to do that when all he could focus on was the pain?
“I don’t know how to explain it,” Thorn said, answering his unspoken question on a sob.
Why was he sobbing, he wasn’t the one with a vampire trying to munch their way out of his body?
“I can feel your pain, Sweetling.”
Yeah, right!
