Page 27 of Reaping Havoc
God. This felt too good.
“Always,” I agreed.
“Come for me, my lifeblood. Clench my cock so I can fill you.”
Oh, the Berserker was in charge now. He didn’t do that often. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time it wasn’t Rael or his Reaper doing the fucking. It turned me on to know the Berserker still desired me.
“It’s you.”
He knew what I meant.
“I didn’t think you wanted this.”
“You?”
“Yes.”
He snarled. “Never think that. Always with you, wanting you, needing to fuck you.”
Okay then. That was settled.
“This pussy is mine.”
“Then make me come and prove it.”
He picked up his pace, pressing on my clit and rubbing in tight circles that sent me over the edge. I cried out as I felt my inner walls spasm around his girth.
Rael, my Berserker leading, shuddered as he pumped a few more times, and then his head tilted back, and he roared his climax to the ceiling. The whole house probably heard him, including his club brothers outdoors, but I knew he wouldn’t care.
It stroked his ego and pride. Loving him, I didn’t mind.
“You’re my everything, Rael.”
He pulled out, slowly lifting me as we headed into the bathroom. He took his time cleaning me up, being incredibly gentle before I was carried back to bed and wrapped in his warmth.
I fell asleep within seconds.
I WOKE UP TO THE FEELINGof being wet, and not in a good way. The sheets beneath me were soaked and clung to my skin. I shivered as Rael snored in my ear.
“Babe.” I shook his shoulder, but he didn’t budge.
When I tried to move, he tightened his embrace.
I opened my mouth to call out his name when a contraction hit so hard that I almost screamed. My hand gripped his arm, and my nails dug in, and I tried to breathe through the pain. “Rael,” I managed to say through clenched teeth.
He still slept but began to stir.
I decided to call out to the one who wouldn’t let him rest if he heard my panicked voice. “Berserker!”
Rael’s eyes popped open, and he turned to me, realizing I was in pain. “Nylah.”
“I’m in labor,” I gasped, holding my stomach. “It hurts.”
He swept my hair out of my face and brushed his lips on my forehead. “Your water broke.”
“Yes.”
That spurred him into action. Within minutes, I was cleaned up, dressed, and sitting in a chair as he pulled the bedding off and tossed it on the ground. He hurriedly tugged on his jeans, boots, shirt, and leather vest before scooping me into his arms.
