“Yes,” she said, grinning at him, “but we have a baby of our own to look after first.”
“Drystan will hand him off to the nurse,” Lucyan declared, already moving toward the bedroom. He dipped his head and caught Dareena’s mouth in his, and the taste of his tongue sliding against hers sent all thoughts of Kade out of her mind. He set her down on the bed and worked at the buttons on her dress, and by the time she was naked, Drystan and Alistair had joined them.
“Yes,” she gasped as they surrounded her, their hands everywhere. Lucyan was beneath her, his hands gently teasing her nipples while Drystan hovered above, kissing her deeply while she stroked his cock. Alistair was somewhere south, nudging her legs apart, and she gasped as he licked her folds, which were already swollen and aching.
She had not made love to her mates since giving birth, for the birth had been strenuous, and the healer had ordered her to give herself time to mend. But as Lucyan pushed his cock into her from below, filling her up, all Dareena felt was pure pleasure. Holding on for dear life, she braced herself for a night of long, wild, intense lovemaking. Dareena was sure it would be one of many such nights, until her belly was nearly full to bursting with child again.
And she could hardly wait.
THE END
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Chapter One
The day my life turned to absolute hell started out just like any other. I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window, the sensation of a paperback novel digging into my cheek…and the horrible, horrible realization that my alarm clock never went off.
“Shit!” The digital readout on my alarm clock flashed repeatedly—3:00 a.m., which definitely did not line up with the amount of sunlight streaming through my gauzy red curtains. The power must have gone out. Again.
Throwing off my bed sheets, I dashed across the room to where my phone was plugged in and found it completely dead, which explained why my backup alarm system hadn’t gone off either. Dammit. I hastily fiddled with the charger while powering it on to see that it was at a whopping four percent charge. My heart sank into my toes as the screen finished booting and loaded the time.
11:00 a.m.
I was so late.
“Aika?” my mom called sleepily from her room as I rushed down the hallway, making a beeline for the bathroom. “Why are you still here?”
“Overslept!” I shouted, slamming the bathroom door shut. I jumped into the shower and stifled a shriek when ice-cold spray hit me full in the face. I hated cold showers with a passion, but there was nothing for it—in this old place, it took a good five minutes for the water to warm up, and I didn’t have time to wait.
I stumbled out of the shower a few minutes later, shivering from head to toe. We tended to keep the heat on low in order to save on the gas bill, so the bathroom was nearly as freezing as the water had been. I toweled off as fast as I could, then rushed back down the hall and leapt into my clothes before my extremities iced over.
Yeah, so maybe I was exaggerating. So what? I hate the cold. You would too, if you weighed ninety pounds and had almost no body fat. The curse of being Asian, I guess—we are slim and trim as a general rule, which is great in the summer when I can wear sundresses and bikinis. Not so great in the fall and winter, when I have to wear two pairs of socks and a big puffy parka that has the added function of making sure I don’t get blown away by a stiff wind.
I’m a real badass, I know.
After doing a quick check to make sure my clothes were wrinkle-free, I twisted my long black hair into a knot, secured it with a pair of faux-jade chopsticks, and wrapped myself up in the aforementioned puffy coat before I rushed out the door.
Then I rushed back in and grabbed the monkey charm bracelet on my nightstand. It was a tiny red and white monkey, made of silk and stuffed with cotton, that hung on a leather band. I never left home without it. My father had given it to me when I was a baby, too small to remember. My mother told me it was a protective charm, and that my father had made her promise to never let me leave home without it.
If I was being honest, I really didn’t believe in protective charms, or any of the other Shinto stuff that my mom swore by, but this was the only thing I had from my father, so I clasped it onto my left wrist before heading back out the door. The part of me that hated being late urged me to hurry down the stairs and out the door, but I ignored it and raced to the room at the end of the hall instead.
“Aika?” my mom asked as I shoved the door open. She pushed herself up in bed, her thin limbs trembling a little under the strain. I picked up her glasses from the bedside table before she had a chance to reach for them. A smile twitched across my lips as I gently perched them on her nose. She smiled back, and as she did, the wrap she wore on her head slipped sideways a little, revealing her bare scalp. Without thinking, I adjusted it so she wouldn’t lose any of her body heat.
“Your color is up,” I told her as I sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. I took her frail hand in mine. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better,” she said. “I think that chicken soup you gave me yesterday did the trick.”
She squeezed my hand, and I felt a zing of ki dart into me. She did seem to be more energetic than yesterday…but there was still pain in her, I realized as I examined the tiny bit of life energy she’d unwittingly sent into me.
“Lie down,” I said, easing her onto her back. “I’ll give you a quick healing before I go.”
“There’s no need,” she began to protest. “You’re going to be late.”
“Hush.” I placed my hands directly over her chest, just beneath her collarbones, and closed my eyes. Taking in a slow breath, I envisioned my own ki gathering in my chest, a soft ball of light. A friend of mine had dragged me to a reiki class forever ago, and although at first I’d been skeptical, I’d quickly found I had a natural aptitude for it. The reiki master had agreed, and had taken me on as his student for a little while. Using reiki to heal was what had inspired me to go to medical school in the first place—I enjoyed healing people, but even reiki had its limitations on what it could do. Proper medical care was still important.
Gently, I sent a stream of healing energy flowing into my mother’s body. She sighed, her body relaxing beneath my hands, and I smiled. I might not be able to cure my mother’s leukemia, but the healings augmented her treatment and had helped beat back the cancer before. I kept it up for a minute longer, flowing more energy into her, until I felt her pain ease.