Page 115 of Stalked
“I love you,” he murmurs against my hair. “So fucking much.”
The words are there, right on my tongue. Three weeks of carrying this secret, and suddenly I can’t hold it anymore.
“Vane.” My voice shakes. “I’m pregnant.”
He goes completely still.
Then he pulls back just enough to see my face, his eyes wide with shock. “You’re?—”
“Pregnant. About six weeks.”
The grin that spreads across his face is pure masculine satisfaction. He pulls out of me, sitting back on his heels as he lets out a loud whoop.
“Fuck yes! I’m the first Blackwood brother to knock up his girl!” He looks around the room, finding Xavier. “You hear that, X? I’m the most virile?—”
“Bullshit,” Xavier calls from across the room, Mira still in his lap. “Mira’s already pregnant.”
A few heads in the room turn toward them.
Mira’s face flushes crimson as she shoots Xavier a glare. “Shhh, we weren’t telling anyone yet.” She pauses, then adds softly, “I’m six weeks, too.”
Xavier releases Mira from his lap, and I feel Vane’s arms loosen around me as both women stand. We meet in the middle of the room, stepping over tangled limbs and around coupled bodies still lost in their pleasure.
Mira’s eyes are bright when she reaches me, her smile trembling with emotion. “Six weeks?”
“Yes.” I laugh, the sound catching in my throat. “God, this is insane.”
We embrace, and something warm settles in my chest. After everything—the Hunt, learning about their world, accepting the darkness that comes with loving these men—having someone going through this with me feels like a gift.
“Our babies are going to be the same age,” Mira whispers against my shoulder.
“They’ll grow up together.” The thought fills me with unexpected joy.
When we pull apart, Bianca appears beside us, her expression knowing. “You two look like you’re planning a nursery already.”
Mira wipes at her eyes, laughing. “Maybe we are.”
“Well, if you think they’re possessive now—” Bianca gestures toward the brothers, who watch us with varying degrees of smugness and wonder, “—god help us all when you two are carrying their spawn. They’re already insufferable about keeping us safe.”
Around us, the orgy continues its relentless rhythm. Tyson’s deep groans mix with Sofia’s cries. The wet sounds of bodies joining fill the air alongside desperate moans and the slap of flesh on flesh.
But in this small pocket of space, the three of us create a moment of stillness.
“They’re going to be insufferable,” Mira says, glancing at Xavier.
“Already are,” I agree, catching Vane’s heated gaze.
Bianca smirks. “Good luck with that.”
We dissolve into laughter, and the sound feels foreign in this den of carnal pleasure—light and genuine, untouched by the darkness surrounding us.
Keira joins us, Sadie following close behind. Soon, we’re a circle of women, being congratulated, sharing knowing looks about the men who claimed us.
Somewhere behind me, I hear Vane and Xavier arguing about whose sperm is more potent. Knox joins in, defending his own virility.
“Idiots,” Bianca mutters fondly.
But there’s love in her voice. In all our voices.
