Passion By Control (Passion Series Book 2) (40 page)

At the doctor’s words we both turned to look at the monitor but I saw nothing at first and going by the frustrated look on Fabian’s face, he wasn’t faring any better than me, trying to identify our child in the midst of the black, white and grey haze that appeared on the screen.

After a closer look I noticed something was making some rapid movement and realised that had to be our baby. The movement I could see was the heart, or at least I think it was.

“Is that our baby there, where that thing is moving fast? That’s the heart is it?” I asked and the doctor nodded, pointing to the thing I’d seen.

“Yes and everything appears to be fine. Your baby is growing well. Would you like to know the sex, I can see what it is. Sometimes they like to be most uncooperative and cross their legs or hitch a leg up; then there are the ones who suffer stage fright and are lying with their backs to us. This little one is being very loud and proud so I’m not having a problem determining the sex.”

I looked over at Fabian. “Do you want to know?” I asked.

His eyes lit up before he appeared to curb his enthusiasm and shrugged his shoulders. “I only want to know if you do.”

“Seriously Fabian, so if I say no, you’ll be fine with that? You really don’t want to know? You’re not that tiniest little bit curious?” I teased.

“I’m really ok with it my beauty. Whatever you decide is fine. I can wait until the baby is born.” He assured me before he groaned loudly. “Fuck it, I want to know. Maybe I could find out and I won’t tell you?” He gave me an expectant look which was so not like Fabian and so far removed from his arrogant usual self that I reached up to cup his cheek.

“It’s ok, we’ll find out together. I’m curious too.”

“So you both want to know?” The doctor asked and we nodded. “Well I can tell you you’re having a son, congratulations.”

“A son, we’re having a son?” Fabian’s voice sounded quite gruff and when I turned to him, damned if I didn’t see a glint of moisture in his eyes. So my big tough, arrogant, sexy as sin vampire who was known to be a bit of an arse, could also demonstrate that he had a heart. There was hope for him yet.

I touched his hand and he looked down at me briefly, before swiping his fingers over his eyes, clearly embarrassed at me seeing him emotional. I grabbed his hand and raised it to my lips, my eyes on his. “I love you.” I simply said, and he gave a low groan deep in his throat, bending to touch his lips to mine.

“Everything looks good here Ms Devereaux.” The doctor snapped us out of our moment. “You can go and empty your bladder now if you like.” His comment drew a snort from me. Only a man could ask if a pregnant woman would like to empty her bladder after having someone pressing around over it for the last 15 minutes.

Once I got back from peeing which was a welcome relief, I was given more tips for mine and our baby’s welfare and finally we could go. I would need to see the doctor again in a month but for now, everything was fine. Our son was growing well.

When we got back to Fabian’s home, he crawled into bed to catch up on his sleep since my doctor’s appointments brought him out in hours where he would normally be sleeping.

I made myself something to eat and then had a shower to wash off the gel from the ultrasound. After I’d dried off and stepped into our bedroom with just a towel wrapped around me, I walked over to the bed and stood staring down at my beautiful vampire.

It was eerie watching him sleep given he didn’t breathe. He was so still, so quiet but so incredibly handsome with that dirty blonde hair loose and spread over his pillow.

He had a sheet over his nakedness unfortunately so only his magnificent chest and abs were visible to me, although the sheet was quite low, so I could see the trail of hair down the centre of his stomach and even where it flared out around his cock. Sadly his huge, adorned shaft was not on display but fat lot of good it would have done me anyway. He was sound asleep.

Well, I might not be able to fuck him, something I seemed to want to do all the time lately, but I could lie with him and breathe in that intoxicating scent of his. I dropped my towel onto a nearby chair and carefully climbed into bed, trying not to wake him. I was actually quite tired myself. This running on human and vampire time while pregnant was taking it out of me.

Rolling over, I tucked myself up against his body, my head on his chest, taking deep breaths to inhale that beautiful scent that was all Fabian. He always smelled so good, I loved sniffing him, something he found quite amusing.  

Despite it only being three o’clock in the afternoon, I felt my body growing heavy with fatigue as I lay next to him, his scent teasing my nostrils. I tightened my grip around his waist and with a contented sigh, I slipped into oblivion.

Fabian

When Fabian woke several hours later, it was almost dark outside. Damn but this trying to keep human hours was taking its toll on him. He shifted wincing slightly from his still irritated skin. Fortunately there would be no need to go out in the full sun for at least a month now. Sirene had had her scan and everything was fine. They were having a son. Fuck that blew his mind. In just a few short months, he was going to be a father, a thought which scared the absolute crap out of him and also excited him more than he would ever have expected.

He glanced down, smiling when he saw the tangle of hair spread over his chest from his little witch. She was sound asleep, glued to him too, as per usual. He tried moving an arm but she went with him, which brought another smile to his lips. He was either stuck under her until she woke or he’d have to spend a while carefully extracting himself.

Again he shifted, trying to gently wiggle out from under Sirene but she whimpered in her sleep and he felt her hand tighten its grip on him. One leg came up over his as she took on a foetal position, her slim thigh brushing his cock. That was all it took for it to start hardening and he cursed silently. If he didn’t get out from under her, he was going to want to fuck her and feed from her, and she obviously needed her sleep.

Fabian began to move, trying to extract himself again, but suddenly her eyes snapped open and she looked up at him. “Where do you think you’re going?” She asked.

“I was going to get up my beauty, but there’s a little witch who has me pinned under her and won’t move.” He teased.

“Really? Well tell that bitch to back off because you’re mine.” She joked, sitting up and climbing over him until she was straddling his thighs.

He ran his hands up her sides, sliding his palms over her satiny smooth skin until he reached her breasts. Her nipples were already erect, inviting him to take them into his mouth and when he lowered his gaze to that sweet place between her legs, not only could he see she was all wet, he could feel her damp heat against his thighs where she sat.

“What are your intentions my beauty because I really need to get up?”

Sirene raised an eyebrow at him. “So you don’t want this?” She slid her hands down between her legs, lifting herself off him slightly. He watched her brush her fingers through her folds and when she held up her hand, he could see the moisture glistening on her skin. That was enough to take him from hard to painfully hard. Damn her. She was going to drive him crazy.

Pinning her under his intense gaze, he grasped her hips firmly, lifting her off him enough that he could slide down under her. One hand shifted from her hip to his cock and before she could say a word, he’d thrust up, burying his already aching length inside her. Fuck she felt so damned good. Tight, hot, wet, three things he loved about a nice little cunt, and Sirene had the perfect cunt in his eyes. He could never get enough of it.

He stilled, waiting for her body to adjust to him, reaching for the hand she’d had between her legs, sucking those pussy scented fingers into his mouth. She tasted so good, like the sweetest nectar and he licked at her; her taste, her scent, her wet heat all driving him wild with excitement. He wanted to fuck and he wanted blood, and with a wild buck of his hips, he thrust hard, not stopping until the head of his cock was battering against her womb.  

“If you don’t want to be fucked hard little witch I suggest you set the pace otherwise I will take over.” He warned her, his teeth gritted against the desire that was already threatening to boil over in him. Damn but she tested his control. He was well known for his control. He could fuck all night and not come until he decided to, but not with Sirene. He had to fight not to come too quickly, and it barely took the edge off his lust and he’d want her again.

“Impatient are we?” She smirked and he growled at her.

“Don’t make the mistake of making light of this, or you will suffer the consequences.” He warned her.

“You’re threatening me, a witch?” She snorted.

“Yes damn you I am. If you’re going to do something to me, bloody well do it then, but stop playing games now and just fuck me.”

She pretended to ponder his words, not moving on him and he silently cursed. Fuck her, she wanted to play games, well he could play games too. Before she knew what he was going to do, he lifted her off his cock, despite it going against everything his body was screaming at him to do and he climbed off the bed, heading for the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” He grinned at the petulant tone in her voice.

“You don’t want to fuck, so I’m going to have a shower. I need to catch up with my children. I’ve been neglecting them since a little witch came into my life and turned it upside down.” He continued walking to the bathroom, refusing to turn around otherwise she would see that despite his calm tone, his body was far from calm. His cock was like a damned iron bar, red and angry looking. She had primed him up and now left him hanging. He was going to have to take himself in hand once he got in the shower.

He had just turned on the taps and stepped under the spray when he felt fingers curl around his rigid length and he placed one of his hands over hers, halting her movements. He didn’t want her touching him if she was still playing games. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold onto his control and as much as she drove him crazy at times, he didn’t want to risk hurting her. “So have you come to torment me a bit more have you?”

“No Fabian. I’ve come so you can fuck me. Would you like to fuck me? I know I would like you to.” She stared up at him, the water streaming down over her.

He growled, grabbing her waist and lifted her, pushing her up against the tiles of the shower and with one smooth lunge, he was inside her. “What do you think?” He asked.

Sirene’s legs locked around him and he began to thrust up into her, working them towards their release, the warm water pounding down over them. He was unrelenting, driving hard into her, each surge of his hips pushing her up the tiles until he finally felt her tense, her muscles clamping down on him like a fucking vice. As she began to come, crying out his name, Fabian bit into her neck, feeding from her, feeling her pulse around him again. He groaned against her neck, pounding harder, desperate for his release and as her blood began to flow warm and sweet into his mouth, he started to come, pumping into her, filling her until he was spent.

When the tremors in his limbs had stopped and his cock was no longer jerking inside her, he eased out of her, lowering her to her feet and pulled her into his arms as the spray from the shower rained down on top of them.

Chapter Twenty Three

Sirene

Four Months Later

“So how much longer do you think you can keep this up for Sirene?” Chloe asked me as I sat drinking my iced water and rubbing my huge distended stomach. “How long do you have to go now? I’m surprised Fabian hasn’t told you no and tied you to the bed or something.” She grinned at me.

I laughed. “Trust me, he’s tried. He’s threatened me with the dungeon numerous times.” I noticed Chloe’s eyebrows shoot up. “Yes his house has a dungeon.” I told her. “Can you believe it?”

“You are so lucky Sirene. We’ve all secretly crushed on Fabian for ages but he’s never shown us any interest. You’re the only woman I’ve ever seen him show attention to. He had a bad reputation you know; a bit of a love em and leave em type.” She told me almost whispering like it was some huge secret.

I laughed at her comment, but if she only knew how many times she’d been fucked by him and mind controlled, she’d be either mortified or excited. It was me that had stopped him from continuing to use my ex housemates for sex and blood by putting a spell on them that caused him intolerable pain if he tried to go there. Despite us now living together, I still hadn’t lifted the spell. I wasn’t sure why; maybe it was my reassurance that if he was ever tempted to stray, he wouldn’t be straying to my friends.

“He does treat me well but he can be a bit of an arse sometimes.” I said. “He likes things his way; he’s bossy, protective, too protective in some ways and far too sexy for his own good.” I laughed and then shrieked when an arm snaked around me.

“So I’m sexy am I my beauty?” Fabian smirked down at me and I groaned. His ego didn’t need anything to boost it. He exuded far too much confidence now.

“Have you come to annoy me for the rest of the evening?” I asked.

Fabian lowered his head and nipped my neck, no fangs of course though. “I don’t annoy you little witch, I protect you from men who have no right to touch you.”