Page 102 of Thorns That Bloom
“There it is… God, you’re melting around me, lovely. My cock’s about to explode,” he whispers, desperation and lust mixing in his voice, making it all dewy and husky and fucking irresistible. “I wish I could be inside you right now. You’d feel so…ah…so good, Sam.”
I open my mouth wide, barely controlling my ragged breaths.
I’m getting close. So close. And it feels so good.
“Theo,” I moan, my voice breaking.
He knows. Like a good alpha, he knows exactly what I mean. “Me too. Keep grinding like that, baby. I’ll make us come, alright?”
Nodding, I don’t stop the urgent rocking of my hips. Theo works his hand even faster, the squelching sounds of it and his fingers fucking my hole nearly overpowering the heavy groans and moaning coming from the both of us.
My mind is drowning in the bliss and comfort of it—the feel of Theo’s hot, firm body pressing into mine, even over clothes, his thickness against my cock, his breath on my skin and the way he moves inside me like he knows me better thanI know myself…
There’s no fear. No pain. Only the two of us.
As the sensation of incoming orgasm grips my entire being, I seize Theo’s lips. The overwhelming, dizzying pleasure rips through me, spreading into every corner of my being. I hear Theo’s moans mingling with mine, his body growing rigid underneath me.
When I open my eyes again, I’m resting on his chest, head on his shoulder, completely breathless and wrung out.
“Sam, are you…mhmm, are you okay?” he asks, running his hand through my hair.
I chuckle. What a stupid question.“I’m more than okay. I’m fucking marvelous.”
He smiles into my cheek as he places a kiss there. My fingertips still buzz with the pleasant aftershocks of the orgasm. I am warm and safe.
Suddenly, Theo tenses under me. I force myself to leave the comfort of his chest and pull away to face him. His delightfully red, sweaty face is twisted in concern. “Is the baby okay? Does she… I mean, can she tell what we’re doing?” he asks, lowering his voice like she can hear us or like he’s talking about something forbidden.
I can’t help but laugh. Theo isn’t pleased, pouting slightly in response. With a grin, I wipe the hair sticking to his skin with sweat off his forehead.
He’s so damn handsome. Why don’t I think more about how handsome he is?
“She doesn’t know,” I say, placing his hand—the one not drenched in my juices, that still comfortably rests near my entrance like he can’t bring himself to let go—over my belly. “She’s been still. I think the rocking movements put her to sleep.”
Looking down, I feel the wet mess we’ve made of both our pants, not to mention the one at the back. I crinkle my nose. Theo follows my gaze.
“Ah, yeah. We should…take care of this,” he says with a chuckle.
“I’m all sweaty. But I…really enjoyed this,” I add quickly, because I already know he’s going to worry about that. With my hand over his chest, I smile and lean in to touch his nose with mine. “It was great. More than great.Youwere. Thank you, for…making me feel safe.”
Theo gives me a brief, tender kiss. “I’m glad. Let’s take a shower. You can go first, then I’ll start working on—” He pauses when he pulls his hand out of my pants. His eyes go wide. His face turns pale.
“Theo?”
“Oh, shit.”
I turn around sharply to see his trembling hand, fingers spread out, blood glistening on them. My heart stops.
Then it starts pumping like crazy. A dizzying fear surges through me as I stick my own hand down the back of my pants, reaching for the moisture I thought was only my arousal. When I pull out, my fingers are coated in blood, too.
“I…I don’t feel anything,” I blurt out shakily, quickly grabbing at my stomach.
Theo squeezes my shoulders, making me look at him. Tears already prickle in my eyes. “We need to go to the hospital.Now,” he says, firm and clear, and yet on his face, I see the same wild terror that’s coursing through me.
Chapter 25
Theo
“I’m really going to need you to stop pacing. You’re making me dizzy,” I hear him say. I pause in front of his hospital bed, but only for a moment. I can’t even look at Sam, lying there in the gown, connected to a bunch of machines to monitor him and the baby, without feeling the guilt ripping through me.
