CHAPTER EIGHT

V incent rubbed his hand over his face and groaned.

“I thought you were leaving?” Kate asked, turning to look at him. And he really wished she hadn’t.

“Would you stop that!” he exclaimed, even though his feet were moving him across the floor toward her.

“Stop what?” she asked, all innocent, and he was pretty damn sure there was no innocence left in this entire room.

His cock, which had been aching for approximately three fucking long months, was bursting its way through his pants as his mate and queen sat on her knees wearing fuck knows what and apparently searching for something under the bed.

His balls, probably.

The fuck-knows-what was black and lacy and appeared to be missing things. Like a crotch. And a whole lot of black lace. So basically, there was nothing to the damn thing.

“What are you wearing?”

No, don’t ask that. Turn around and leave.

“One moment, please. I think I have found...” She leaned down, her bottom lifting further into the air, exposing delicious pink folds of heaven. His lips parted as his groin burned with need to sink into her.

“Kate...”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Oh God . She was using her sex voice.

“We cannot.”

She turned and her eyes sparkled with determination. “Then I shall, my king.”

A black, silky vibrator appeared between her legs. Where the hell had that come from? It’s not like they didn’t experiment with things like that in their early days, but she had always been completely satisfied with him. Why wouldn’t she be? He had girth and length and moves.

Not recently, but that was for good reason.

He swallowed.

Kate slid it slowly back and forth through her pussy and then began even slower circles at her core as moisture coated its tip.

Fuck.

Don’t fucking...move...your...damn...feet...

Next minute he was completely across the room, and his large hands were planted on her hips. He heard himself growl, something about mine and that fucking thing while he tore off his pants and boots, tossed them across the room, and lifted his mate into his arms.

Vincent carried her to the bed and placed her down as gently as he could while fighting his need to plunge inside her. He also wanted to simultaneously punch himself in the face.

Their babe.

Their precious, precious babe.

Heir to the throne.

Fuck.

“Do not even think about it, Vincent,” Kate growled at him. His eyes caught hers, and he knew she’d seen the shift in his demeanor as his thoughts fought with his body. “You have seen these, haven’t you?”

His eyes moved from hers down to her breasts. The lace circled her nipples, exposing them even though they weren’t completely bare. Saliva built in his mouth; he was dying to put his mouth on them. Each breast had a silver clip pinching her perfectly pink nipples in a way he knew she loved.

His tongue ran across his bottom lip.

“Lick them,” she instructed.

Kate was no shrinking violet, but he wasn’t used to her taking the lead sexually. As an alpha male, it did nothing to increase the sexual tension flowing through him, but as her mate, he was obsessed with pleasuring her. Her need was his need. And that was what made this all the more difficult.

Vince missed her beautiful body. Missed being inside her, touching her, pleasing her. His eyes continued down her body until they landed on her swollen belly. It was a small bump, reminding him of how much time they still had to go, but nevertheless, he was terrified of harming the growing vampire inside her.

His cock twitched as his head fought for dominance.

Three long months.

“It’s you or this,” Kate warned, lifting the black vibrator between their faces. “You decide.”

Vincent ripped the damn thing out of her hand and moved down her body. Turning it on as he spread her legs wide, he leaned in and began to lick and suck on her pink flesh.

God, she tasted incredible.

How had he stayed away from her for so long?

“YesGodyesGod, oh yes! ” Kate cried out.

He was a strong male, but keeping his cock out of his mate was a whole other kind of strength he did not have. So true to his nature, he’d been a stubborn ass and just kept away from her, not willing to touch her. To have his mouth back on her again after all this time was like heaven.

Placing the vibrator on her clit, he began making circles with it. Around and around, down toward her entrance and back up, and then teasing her, pushing the tip inside. All while his cock cried. Literally. Precum dripped from him as it twitched and rutted against his thigh.

Kate arched her back as he held her thighs wide and worked the black device at her entrance until she screamed. He threw it on the bed and leaned over her, sucking on her lips and losing himself in her returning kiss.

She wrapped her legs around him, and his cock found its way to her core.

“No, Kate.” And he hated himself for a minute when he saw the sadness in her eyes.

“I need you, Vincent. Not just for pleasure; I need to feel my mate inside me.”

He closed his eyes for a long moment. “No. If we harm this baby, it will kill the both of us. And...you know this, Kate. Please.”

When he opened his eyes, he saw the tears building in hers.

“You are being stupid, Vincent. Totally overprotective. There is no danger. How dare you insinuate I would hurt our...” She pushed at his chest, and he moved off her.

Vincent watched as she walked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

He ran his hand down his face and frowned. They were at a stalemate, and while he admired her attempts at seducing him, he knew he was stubborn and wouldn’t budge on this.

Moving, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at his cock. He stroked it a few times, needing release despite his pissed off queen. Closing his eyes, he recalled the vision of her on her knees, wide and open, wet and ready for him. He imagined crouching down and thrusting inside her, yanking her hips against him and pounding while he pinched her nipples. Telling her to rub her clit as he thrust again and again, he waited until she clenched around his cock—and it was his own hand doing the gripping, but still—and then he came.

Shots of semen spurted out over his legs. He knew Kate could hear him. She was a vampire, and there was only a door between them. He felt some regret, but not enough to harm his child.

He glanced at the black device while he wiped himself clean.

“I protect what is mine. You and the babe are mine, and I will not risk either of you for my own pleasure.”

Vincent took the vibrator with him as he walked to the bathroom door and opened it. She stood there, fury rolling off her as he knew it would, in her sexy-as-fuck outfit. He placed the object on the counter.

“Tip only if you use it without me,” he said, a warning in his eyes.

“Fuck you.”

He pressed his lips together and drew in a long breath before closing the door behind him. This wasn’t over. He knew Kate, and there were six goddamn long months ahead of them.

Hopefully.