"Oh, sweet, I'm so sorry."

She swallowed hard before speaking. "Since that night, I've spent a large part of my life afraid of water. That was debilitating enough, but I've also been afraid of caring for anyone other than my brothers. I did love Tim, but I was not in bloodl.u.s.t with him. I thought I might have been until I fell in bloodl.u.s.t with you."

He gently squeezed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and pressed his c.o.c.k against her a.s.s. "Believe it or not, I think I might be in bloodl.u.s.t with you as well."

She smiled. "How can you possibly be in bloodl.u.s.t? You're not a vampire yet."

He nipped at her neck. "I'm more vampire than human. Wilfredo says there's a ritual I can undergo in an effort to stop the transformation Carollina started."

"Will you undergo it?"

"Would you like me to?"

She turned in his arms to face him. "I'll take you just as you are or as you become. It doesn't matter to me. I love you, but I don't really think you're in bloodl.u.s.t with me, Jason."

He frowned. "One of these days you're going to have to learn to stop contradicting me, or else."

"Or else what?"

"Or else this." He turned her onto her back and slid on top of her. He pushed her legs apart, positioned his c.o.c.k against her a.s.s and thrust forward.

"Ooooh!" She closed her eyes and shuddered as he slid b.a.l.l.s-deep into her rear end with one delicious, a.s.s-busting plunge.

He groaned and kissed her lips, sliding his hands under her a.s.s. "Talk about brown sugar. I love your big brown a.s.s," he whispered, nibbling at her lips.

She slid her hands down his back to cup over his tight buns. "I love having your hard c.o.c.k up my a.s.s."

"Did you heal during this week you spent in Virginia? Were you able to get him out of your system?"

She nodded. "I'm no longer afraid of water or of bloodl.u.s.ting with a handsome, baby vamp with a conquering c.o.c.k."

"Right answer," he told her as he settled his body against hers and kissed her. He f.u.c.ked her slowly, sweetly and deeply up her a.s.s, until her thighs quivered and she sobbed with pleasure and came.

Only then did he shoot his seed in her and lie trembling in her arms. "Do you know what I want more than anything?"

She stroked her hands down his damp back. "Some of my delicious p.u.s.s.y?"

He laughed and lifted his head to look down at her. "It is delicious, but there's something I want even more."

"What?"

"For you to have my baby."

She moistened her lips. "I'd love that too, Jason, but I don't think it's possible."

He frowned. "Why not?"

"I've been trying to get pregnant for over three hundred years, but it hasn't happened." She sighed. "Most fems...I think I'm probably one of the many fems who can't get pregnant."

"Of course you can get pregnant." He eased his c.o.c.k out of her a.s.s and settled back against her. "It may take a while, but I just know one of these days you're going to have my baby. She'll be a pretty little girl who looks just like you. What shall we name her? What names do you prefer for a pretty little girl?"

"Andrea."

"h.e.l.l no! You're not naming my little girl after your psycho twin."

"He's not psycho!"

"He's not having my daughter named after him either. Pick another name."

"I like Andrea."

"I don't. Pick another one."

She bared her incisors. "Okay. Juliet."

He smiled. "That's much better. We'll call our first daughter Juliet. Juliet Makefield."

Still smarting from him calling Andrei a psycho, she frowned. "Makefield? What makes you think she'll have your last name? I kind of think Juliet Madison-Forester has a very nice ring to it."

"Oh yeah? Well, don't get too attached to that name."

"Why not?"

He rolled onto his side.

She turned to face him. "Well?"

He sighed and rose from the bed. "There's something I've been meaning to ask you for the last week."

"What?"

"Wait a sec."

She propped herself on one elbow and watched him walk across the room to the dresser. He had a nice body. He had long legs, powerful thighs, a nice set of buns, wide shoulders, narrow hips and a hard, thick c.o.c.k that felt as if it had been designed for the sole purpose of putting out the fire in her p.u.s.s.y.

"d.a.m.n, you have tight buns," she told him.

He grinned over his shoulder at her and opened the top drawer. "No flat a.s.s here." When he came back, he surprised her by kneeling beside the bed.

She frowned and looked over the edge. "What did you drop?"

Still kneeling, he took her hand and smiled. "Will you do something for me?"

"Sure. You want help finding whatever you dropped?"

"No." He opened his free hand.

She stared at the black velvet box resting in his palm. She swallowed quickly, raising her gaze to meet his. "What... what is it?"

"Oh come on, honey. Open it up and see for yourself."

Her hands shook as she took the box from his palm. She opened it and through a rush of tears saw a large solitaire diamond. "Jason? What does this mean?"

"It means I want you to marry me." He squeezed her hand. "Will you marry me?"

"Oh, Jason! It's an engagement ring?"

"Of course. Why do you sound so surprised?"

"No one's ever asked me to marry him."

He brushed his lips against her hand. "That's because no one's ever been as much in love with you as I am. I can't imagine a life without you by my side would be worth living. I need you more than I need to breathe. Will you marry me, my love?"

"If I do, will you let me f.u.c.k your a.s.s?"

"With a d.i.l.d.o? h.e.l.l no!"

"Why not?"

He shook his head. "With your finger or fingers? Yes...maybe. Now will you stop trying to blackmail me and answer me? Will you marry me?

The tears spilled down her cheeks and for several moments, her throat was so tight, she couldn't speak. Then she sobbed, nodded and tumbled off the bed and into his arms.

Holding her against his body, he somehow managed to slide the ring over the third finger of her left hand. He tipped up her chin and kissed her lips. "So. As I was saying, our first daughter will be named Juliet Makefield. Yes?"

She nodded. "Yes. Oh yes, Jason... my love... my bloodl.u.s.t."

His smile warmed her heart and gave her hope for far more happiness than she'd ever thought possible. A full-blood fem married to a headstrong baby vampire her entire family, with the exception of Katie, disliked, would make for an unpredictable life. But with Jason by her side, she was ready to tackle the entire world and her stubborn, overprotective brothers.

He lifted her onto the bed and slid in beside her. Stretching her out on her stomach, he mounted her and thrust his c.o.c.k deep in her p.u.s.s.y. "What do you say we begin giving Juliet life?"

"Sounds like a plan, my love," she whispered, closed her eyes and pushed her hips backwards as he slid his sweet, hard c.o.c.k home. "Oh yeah, hunter. Yes! That's what I want and need."

Chapter Fifteen.

Andrei sat on a barstool in Midnight Shadows, one of many nightclubs he owned across the country, nursing a drink. Around him in the club frequented by humans and vampires, people drank and danced. Many of the regulars had tried to engage him in conversation or get him to dance. Normally he loved to dance, but the thought of holding any woman in his arms other than Dacoda left him cold.

A pair of arms encircled his neck. Cool lips touched his ear. "Would a f.u.c.k help?" He turned and looked into the enigmatic eyes of a tall, voluptuous fem with dark skin who projected sensuality. He smiled and shook his head. "Thanks, Adona, but I just want to sit here and think." She stroked a hand down his cheek. "Have you seen that delicious nephew of yours?" He smiled. "Which delicious nephew are you referring to? Acier or Etienne?" "Is Acier delicious?" "I don't think so, but if you think Etienne is, then Acier must be too." "Why?" "They're identical twins." Tiny lights danced in her eyes. "Are they? I didn't know." "Yes, but before you get on the wrong track, you should know that Acier is already taken." "Is he now? There's taken and then there's taken. Which is he?" "He's taken-as in not available." "Is he married?" "No, but-" "Then he's not really taken." She sat beside him. "Tell me more about this Acier." He shook his head. "He's not only taken, he's taken by a female I don't think you'd want to tangle with. If I were you, I'd keep my sights centered on Etienne." She stroked her hand down his cheek. "But you're not me." "No and I wouldn't want to be you if you try to come between Acier and Raven." She stiffened. "Raven? Is that his woman?" "Do you know her?" She shrugged. "Possibly. So. Where is Etienne?" "He 's...undergoing his Feast of Indulgence." "Do you know where I can find him?" He studied her in silence. Etienne had enough troubles without having this shameless hussy running him down. Etienne's best friend, Damon duPre, and his older brothers, all full-blood vampires, were shadowing him to ensure he didn't do anything that would bring their kind to the attention of the police. He'd have to call Damon and warn him to be on the lookout for Adona.

"It's not my night to watch him, so no. I don't know where he's at." "A pity." She reached down a hand to cup between his legs. "Like his uncle, he has a huge, hard c.o.c.k."

Although Adona was as s.e.xy as females came, he had no desire to bed anyone who slept with both s.e.xes. Additionally, in his present state of mind, he had no desire to sleep with any female who wasn't a BBW named Dacoda who thought he was a honey boy.

Still smiling, he removed Adona's hand and closed his legs. "I do not sleep with women who have slept with my nephews." "Why not? I'm told I'm a more than adequate f.u.c.k." "I'm sure you are, but I'll just have to take your word for that." "There's no subst.i.tute for firsthand knowledge." She blew into his ear. "I could make you forget whoever you're pining for." He narrowed his gaze. "I'm not pining for anyone and I'd prefer to be left alone." She licked his cheek. "If you change your mind... " He gave her a cool smile. "Don't bother wasting your charms on me. Like Acier, my interests lay elsewhere." She shrugged. "Your loss." He arched a brow. "I'll go find Etienne...or maybe Acier." "Acier?" He shrugged. "Raven will kick your a.s.s all over creation if she catches you sniffing around Acier." "She can try, but I have been known to kick back."

He watched her walk away. Should he call Acier and warn him? He decided against it. Unlike Etienne, Acier was in love with a woman who had proven her love and devotion to him. He wasn't likely to be tempted to stray because Adona shook her shameless a.s.s in his face.

He turned back to the bar, caught the attention of the bartender and lifted a finger.

While she took his gla.s.s away and made him a fresh drink, he took out his cell phone and had a quick conversation with Damon duPre.

Replacing his cell phone in his jacket phone, he lifted the fresh drink to his lips. He stiffened. A familiar scent a.s.sailed his senses. His nostrils flaring, he put the gla.s.s down and turned on his seat, scanning the interior of the main room.

In a dark corner of the lounge, a tall, blond vampire stood with his back to Andrei. He stood so close to the wall it was immediately clear he had someone backed against it. Andrei watched as the full-blood ground his hips in a circular motion, as if he were f.u.c.king.

Andrei swore softly and exploded off his seat. He strolled across the room. "Marcello, how many times have I told you not to treat my club like a G.o.dd.a.m.ned wh.o.r.ehouse? You want to f.u.c.k, get a d.a.m.ned room."

"Andrei!"

A chill shot down his spine at the frightened voice of the woman Marcello had trapped against the wall. He clamped his hand on the other vampire's shoulder and spun him around. "Get the h.e.l.l away from her or I'll rip every limb from your body and stuff them down your G.o.dd.a.m.ned throat."

"f.u.c.k off, you half-breed." Marcello threw a punch at him.

Andrei snapped his head quickly to the side and back, avoiding the blow. Even as he did, his right fist shot out, connecting with Marcello's jaw with enough force to send him to his knees.

Hooking an arm around Dacoda's waist, he pointed down at Marcello. "Get the f.u.c.k out of here. If I ever see you again, I'll kill you."

Two vampires with dark hair and dark blue eyes appeared at Andrei's side. As Marcello glared up at him, the two full-blood bouncers jerked Marcello to his feet and escorted him toward the door.

Andrei turned to face Dacoda. If Marcello had hurt her... He cast a quick look at her, noting with relief that the skirt of her dress was down instead of around her waist.

She gave him a sweet, tentative smile. "Hi there, honey boy."

Although his heart raced with delight at the sight of her, he was determined not to show it. He gave her a long, cool look. "Dacoda. What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you."

"Who told you where I was?"

She shook her head. "No one told me. I wanted to find you, so I got in my car and I drove until I found you."

Aware that most of the people in the main room, vampire and human, were staring at them, he took her hand in his. "Come with me." He led her down the hall to the office he used when he was in town. He opened the door and pushed her down into one of the red leather chairs in front of a big oak desk. Placing his palms on the padded armrests, he leaned over her. "What the h.e.l.l are you doing here?"

"I told you. I came to find you."

"Why?"

Her dark gaze moved over his face. "You know why."

"Look, I told you it was over between us the last time we saw each other."

"If that's true, why did you come to me in the middle of the night and spend the remainder of the night with me?"