175 - Another's Presence
Zezi had swiped her claws across Laura's face but before Laura would deliver any serious attack on Zezi, Valerick swopped her off her feet and threw her over his shoulder.
"That is enough." He ordered, the bust of borderline uncontrollable emotions that ran through Zezi's veins spreading into the link they shared.
If he didn't have so much focus and control, he would have given in.
With an unfathomable speed, he had taken them to their room and shut the door. She struggled out of his grip, her feet landing safely on the floor as she huffed and puffed.
"Your sister is worse than the devil!" She gritted between her teeth, trying to force her way out of the room but Valerick would not let her pass.
Her hormones were everywhere, she was angry and she needed someone to be at the receiving end of this rage.
"Calm down."
He wasn't denying his sister's evil. Good.
"Breathe, Zezi. You shouldn't be doing this."
"Let me pass and beat that bitch up!" More angry words rushed out of her mouth after her, her heartbeat picking up with each one.
His lips sealed against hers to keep her quiet, and he swooped her up in his arms, to direct her away from the door.
Her legs went around his lower belly, straddling him. As angry as she was, this was a good distraction. Her hand slipped into his hair and a moan hummed in her throat.
She pulled away from the kiss breathlessly but still hung on to him, her hand directing his face to the crock of her neck, a direction he readily obliged with.
His tongue slithered over his mark on her and she shuddered, a desperate moan slipped past her lips, and her eyes rolled back. "Yes, fuck me, Your Majesty." She cried.
A groan resonated in his chest and he gritted words of frustration under his breath as he laid her on the bed. Her fingers trailed his chest lazily.
"I want your dick to fuck the senses out of me. I want you, my powerful, dangerous mate."
By the Blood, she needed to stop doing that or he would lose it.
She could probably feel it in the bond, and so she went on.
Fuck!
His darkening gaze bored down at her and she looked up at him through pleasure-fogged ones, as black-inked webs crawled up his neck.
"Zezi," he pushed his hand over her hair, before forcibly pulling away when her hum told him of how much she loved the contact. "You should rest." His voice was hoarse with frustration and he pulled away.
Anger blazed through Zezi's veins, and she yanked him down with her fist holding his shirt hostage.
"What is the meaning of this?"
"I think you should rest that is all."
"You deny me."
"I do not---"
"You won't have sex with me." She stated, point blank. "That is rejection. You are rejecting me!"
"No! I just don't think we should be intimate right now. It takes a lot from you, what if you pass out--"
"I don't pass out any longer."
"Well, we can not risk that."
She frowned, sitting up. "What are you saying? You have been doing this since last night."
"I just don't want to put you under unnecessary stress."
Her eyes flickered to his pants and the protruding presence of his arousal that made itself known.
Thank the Moon, that wasn't the problem.
A stupid thought had almost consumed her mind that he no longer found her attractive.
Her hand went straight to touch him, and a frustrated groan rumbled from him as he pulled her hand away.
"Valerick, stop this. I want to taste you," she begged.
His eyebrows scrunched like he was helpless and pleading.
"You really should rest."
"Why do I need to rest anyways?! What is going on?" She leaned forward to kiss him but he stood up from the bed, his gaze settling on everything in the room but her.
She blinked, trying to make sense of this odd behavior before a realization hit her like cold water, and her horniness flew right out of the window.
"Am I pregnant?"
He looked at her then.
"Valerick, am I pregnant?"
His gaze darted to her stomach, then to her face.
"It seems to be the situation."
Anger redefined her features and she stood up from the bed abruptly heading for him, he staggered back - all towering height and power of him.
"How long have you known? Were you planning to keep this a secret from me till-- till when?!"
"I'm not certain but I suspected it when I was washing you yesterday. I felt an additional presence. I didn't plan to keep it a secret from you, I wanted to talk about it but you fell asleep."
"And now?"
"I--- I didn't know how you'd take it. I wanted to be sure too."
Zezi's hands slipped to her stomach and she looked around the room, not really seeing anything.
"Would you want my child in your womb?"
She turned away from him, her eyes clouding with tears. She had always wanted a child, and many times she had seen that blood from her monthly menstrual cycle and she had cried.
She had believed that she was barren and it was something that would never happen to her. Even when she had thought of being careful with Valerick so she wouldn't get pregnant in the middle of a war, in one corner of her mind, she had believed there was nothing to worry about because she just could never have a child.
Her womb wasn't fertile.
There was nothing that could be done.
For many years, she had believed that and already believed that Mira would be the child she would ever have.
She had been content with it too, her belief unshaken until now.
Now that there was just the slightest chance that she might be pregnant, that she might be carrying a life within.
Already, everything felt different.
"Zezi?"
She didn't know how to feel about it.
Valerick held her shoulders and her body relaxed into him with instinctive ease.
"You don't want it?" He sounded pained and broken, but with the facade of bravery that was cracking way too quickly.
"That is not--- I---," she took in a deep breath. "I want to be sure. Let Nicholas run a test. I must be certain."
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