All Chapters of Graveyard Watchman: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Dr. Bradley hands him a needle and a vile of something clear."This will help," he says, slapping the back of his hand several times on the inside of my elbow.Dominic grabs his wrist, "What is that?" Dr. Walsh jerks, looking up at him. "S-Something that will take away her pain," he answers, startled. Dominic glares at the doctor for another moment and nods, letting go. Dr. Walsh blinks and pulls in a breath, glancing back at me. I can barely stay focused as he takes my arm again, securing it with his hands. "This may sting a bit." He warns as the needle pricks my vein. A warm sensation travels up my arm, and my mouth goes instantly dry. Without warning, the room feels like it's rocking back and forth as an instant wave of nausea hits my gut. I look up at Dominic, his expression tight with worry, but all I can focus on is trying to keep my breakfast from resurfacing, "I-I don't feel so good." "One more prick, Your Majesty," Dr. Walsh cuts in, "this will stop the queasiness."

He smiles lustfully, dropping to his knees as he gives my shoulders a playful push. I fall back and he takes me by the hips, pulling me to the very edge of the bed. He grins and closes his eyes, running his tongue along the inner part of my thigh, teasing me with every delicate kiss. I'm already so close, shaking with anticipation when at last he dips his head lower, hands hot as fire as they gently spread my thighs further apart. Cool air hits the delicate skin between my legs. I shiver, recovering quickly as I begin to relax completely into the warm demand of his mouth. I arch my hips as his hands slide underneath, raising me, making his angle closer, stronger. I shudder in response, and cry out, feeling the heat of my release grow and spread with each movement of his tongue and lips. Within seconds, I'm limp with fulfillment and gasping as Dominic rests his head on my thigh. He caresses the slope of my leg, waiting for a moment before getting to his feet and joining me on the be

The twins have started helping in the fight as their abilities have sharpened. They are now able to inform us the moment they sense demon activity outside the castle. Their training is ongoing. They've learned so much, but it feels like it's happening at warp speed. I miss the days when Samuel and Laila were little, and I had more control over them. I'm afraid that, soon, they'll be attending their father's meetings with the Warriors and Fighters. They're so young. They have their whole lives ahead of them, and I want them to enjoy what's left of a normal childhood. Who am I kidding?Samuel and Laila aren't normal. They will never be normal, and I may have to loosen my reins, or in the very least, stop worrying so much. They've proven they can handle themselves as each new ability surfaces. They have the potential for so much more. I just have to accept it.Dominic glances up from his map and moves closer to me."What are you doing?" he asks, his hands resting gently on my shoulde

Dominic sighs, pulling me tightly to him and leans down. "I am afraid these dreams are.""What?" I blurt out loud, covering my mouth as I glance over to the Council members. The three of them immediately turn their heads toward us, and I swallow as the room falls silent. "Forgive me," I say apologetically in a much quieter tone.The male sitting on the far right shifts slightly in his chair. "Are you certain Deumus is the name you heard?" he asks."Yes." I nod, watching them huddle together. Again, I can't make out what they're saying, but I can tell something is definitely happening. The atmosphere in the space around us is changing somehow, getting colder, and my ears begin to pop, first my right, then my left.My eyes dart all around and then up to Dominic, confused. His forehead is knitted as he stares ahead at the council members, clearly deep in thought. He feels it too.The female in the middle glances over to us. "If what you say is true, we must prepare," she says, a

"Dominic," I sigh, pulling the covers back up, "last night was incredible." I give him a sideways smile. "And, I definitely encourage you to do that again.""You cannot be serious." He gets to his feet and turns away, running a hand through his thick, wavy hair.I laugh, and he whips around, astonishment shadowing his face in the early light, and I laugh again."What is so funny?" he demands in a whisper. "You." I answer, shaking my head.His brows go up, looking at me like I've lost my mind. "What I did to you was shameful!" He comes closer. "And, there is no excuse!""Oh, there was an excuse, alright," I say, giggling out the words.Dominic leans down, pulling back the covers and points. "There and there...dear God, there too!""What, I have more?" I look down."God in Heaven, forgive me," he whispers.I look up to a face devoured in self-torment and reach out. "Come here," I say, trying to be more empathic. "You're taking this way too seriously. I'm fine. You're being r