Erik I watch her through the glass to her office and I am equal parts captivated and annoyed. She still somehow has managed to avoid talking to me and explaining what I need to know. My desire for her has clouded my judgement, I’ve let this rumble on too long and too many parts of the puzzle do not fit together. I need answers. At that very moment she looks up and catches my eye, I feel my chest still, even after all of this time there is no other in the world who can affect me like she does with a simple look. Eyes never leaving me she stands and then does a sexy turn putting that practically naked back to me, her beautiful flesh exposed almost to her ass. I feel my body react instantly and have to swallow the rumble of excitement she illicit’s. A flicker of disappointment runs through me as she pulls on her blazer covering my temptation and then picks up her laptop walking purposefully out of her office, followed closely by her PA a nervous looking little vampire.
Amelia I turn to run from him and by some miracle my compulsion has worked, he is not right behind me. I had been uncertain if I had the mental clarity to make my power work the level of shock I felt finding him uncovering my deepest held secrets. He was looking at my sample, has he worked it out? Does he know the truth? What will he do? I feel sick. No wait I actually feel physically sick. Desperately my eyes search the lobby and mercifully there is a trash can not too far away. I’m painfully aware of the extra loud click of my heels on the marble floor as I dash towards it drawing unwanted attention. I barely make it there before my stomach empties loudly into it. I’m embarrassed and don’t dare look up, unable to bare the curious looks of those passing by. In a thousand years I have not been sick, vampires don’t get sick. Can he honestly affect me so strongly? As only bile remains my wretching begins to stop and I can breathe again. Wiping the tears from my cheeks I
Amelia Two days of hiding out at the Waldorf alone, head in a tail spin. Pregnant. I reach down and touch my stomach. This precious little miracle inside of me. Part of me just wants to run right now, disappear into the night, it would be easier to run and hide on my own. The thought of leaving Erik, of him never knowing, I know it would keep him safe and I would sacrifice everything to keep him safe. Well not everything anymore. Our child is more important now. How can I deny him the same chance to protect and love our child? Even if it puts him in the danger I have always tried to keep him away from, he has the right to be with us. I need to tell him everything. Still I feel sick and it’s beyond the morning or should I say all day sickness that I have been fighting the last two days. It’s come from no where but now I feel my whole body affected. The few vampire babies that I have had the opportunity to study have grown quicker, the gestation seems to be half of that
Amelia I hesitate to respond and I see an anger in him now beyond anything I had compelled. His hand tightens a little around my neck but it only serves to make me want him more. His face moves closer to mine, eyes narrowing “Am I your true master?” And there it is the truth I can no longer deny. I give the most imperceptible nod of my head and it earns me a frustrated snarl. He presses his raging hard on into my stomach making it impossible to think straight, to come up with excuses. “Am I your fucking master Amelia?” “Yes” I whisper, his eyes blaze, “Yes” I repeat louder. The intensity of emotion in his eyes burns me like the sun, my breath catches in my chest as I wait for his response. “Do you fucking want me?” What kind of question is that, nothing in this world could be more obvious “Yes” I’m quick to respond breathlessly. His face is almost unreadable “Yes what?” Fuck me he’s still there, still needing to take control of the situation. “Yes master” the infer
Amelia My whole body may have frozen but Erik’s doesn’t he continues to work in and out while Nico stares at us enraged. I am too lost to him to form any kind of coherent response or excuse but Erik seems to cover it for me. “Join us?” One simple statement, a statement that will change everything. A slow deliberate smile takes Nico’s face as he watches us now. “Why not” he states and begins to undress. Is this seriously happening right now? He walks towards us and a look passes between Erik and Nico above my head, what am I in for. I feel bereft as Erik withdraws from me and then his hand snakes under my body pulling me up against this hard body. He walks with me like that pressed against him towards the large rattan sofa. Nico sits down before us his cock completely and utterly ready for this moment. Erik moves me towards him helping me to straddle Erik and positioning myself above his waiting eager cock. Inside I feel a little twinge of guilt I have not missed this
Amelia “We need to talk” all three of us blurt out at the exact same moment. Shit, well the bubble is well and truly broken. The bite of the air makes me shiver and they both look at me, somehow I don’t feel self conscious under their gaze. Erik gives a heavy sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose, I can see his anger still bubbling under the surface just looking for a reason to come out. Inspecting Nico’s beautiful face, it feels like the whole world has changed since the last time I saw it, he looks tired and worried. “I need a shower and clothes then we’ll talk” I state firmly and walk away from them. “I’ll cook us dinner” Nico calls after me and I can’t help a little smile, he is a divine cook, if he wasn’t who he is he would be a world class chef. Taking my time in the shower I let the warm water soothe me, calm the torrent of emotions swirling, my nerves, my fears. Telling Erik about the baby was daunting enough but now Nico will need to know too. He will want to
Amelia My eyes are heavy as I try to force them open, throat dry and hoarse from dehydration. Blinking rapidly as I try to adjust to the bright light above me after the darkness. Moving to sit up I become aware my wrists are bound . . . What the hell . . . I try to clear the fog in my brain, I remember being at the breakfast bar eating with Erik and Nico and then it went dark. Whipping my head to each side I look for them and my eyes finally adjust to the light. I recognise my surroundings it’s my bedroom at the mansion, how the hell did I get here? Why am I tied up? I try to move my legs but they too are held firmly in a binding. A cruel laugh echos through the room and then he comes into view. Damian walks over and sits in a seat placed beside my bed. His eyes are triumphant, his smile pure evil. He reaches out and strokes my face, I have to resist my instinct to pull back from him. “Ah wife” there is scorn as he says the word wife. “You are back with me, how I have
Erik My eyes open and I feel a bit disorientated my body jiggles with a gentle movement that I quickly recognise as being on a plane, yet I don’t remember getting on a plane. I search to try and remember how I got here but there is nothing an emptiness where what I know should be. Looking around I notice Harlow sitting across from me, she looks peaceful in her own gentle sleep. Pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration I search again for my most recent memory. Harlow and I getting out of the car to go and face my dickhead of a cousin, to answer his summons. Then how are we back here on the plane? What happened in that meeting? Why the hell can’t I remember. Reaching to pull out my phone I hope it might give me some answers, texts, a call, an email anything. It’s not there, I pat every pocket and there is no sign of my phone. What the hell is going on here? Frustrated and needing answers I reach forward and shake Harlow to awaken her. Her eyes open too slowly for m