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smirk. "That most certainly would have given her a heart attack."
     
    "Hell." I giggled. "That almost gave me a heart attack and I don't have a heart."
     
    "You may not have the actual organ, my love, but your heart is as big as they come."
     
    "Kind of like your pecker?" I asked innocently.
     
    The look of shock on his face was all kinds of awesome and it took all I had not to squeal with laughter.
     
    "You do realize you've thrown down the gauntlet for round two," he growled seductively.
     
    "Well, I certainly hope so," I shot back. My limp noodle body miraculously came back to life and my nipples beaded painfully as I watched my Vampyre harden with desire. "That was the plan."
     
    "Far be it from me to mess with the lady's plans," he deadpanned as he flipped me to my stomach and raised my ass in the air. "Besides, I do believe I promised you ten orgasms…"
     
    "Um…I think it was fifteen." I shuddered as his hands spread my legs and I felt his erection poke at my thighs.
     
    "I'm pretty sure it was twenty," he amended the number and began to make good on his promise.
     
    "Twenty would be good." I groaned with delight as he slapped my ass and ran his talented tongue up my spine.
     
    "Twenty it is."
     
    And it was. And it was damn good. Oh my Uncle God in Heaven, it was good.
     

Chapter 4
     
    As a parent, it is good to embrace the simple fact that love comes in all shapes, sizes and colors. Love is blind…as it should be.
     
    Thankfully the Cressida House was still standing. I scanned the roof and windows to make sure none of them had been blown out by our son. Everything looked fine. This was good. I was still horny, but the mother lode of orgasms, compliments of my man , would keep me from demonstrating sex in front of my child for at least twenty-four hours or so.
     
    The sheer relief that we had dependable babysitters was overwhelming…until we got to the nursery.
     
    "What the Hell?" Ethan roared as we took in the disaster that used to be a charming and somewhat organized baby nursery. His magic seeped off him in waves, filling the room and making movement difficult. Of course, my magic wasn't helping matters much either. For those in the room that needed to breathe, it was going to be difficult at the very least.
     
    The Kev was down. He was sprawled in the middle of the floor with his large hands covering his eyes. He appeared to be alive but exhausted. Martha and Jane hung from chains attached to the ceiling. They had been gagged with stuffed animals. Their torpedo tits swung like pendulums covered in purple sequins and they were kicking their spindly legs angrily. Gemma was collapsed in the rocker that I fed Sammy in. Venus and my child were missing.
     
    The ball of lead in my stomach almost incapacitated me. I sprang forward and yanked The Kev to his feet. My adrenaline levels were at a dangerous peak, not to mention Ethan’s… he was ready to explode. I needed to speak, but my tongue felt thick. Ethan would attack first and ask questions later. I had to find my voice before my friend tree became smaller.
     
    "Sammy?" I yelled. "Where is my baby?"
     
    Gemma flew to her feet and grabbed me. "He's fine," she shouted as she realized what the scene must look like to us. "He's fine. Venus is bathing him in the bathroom. He got a little messy with…um, all the games we, um, you know…played. He's fine. I promise."
     
    If I could breathe, I would have expelled the mother of all sighs. Both my mate's and my magic receded and the room became less claustrophobic. My baby was fine. Everything was okay. I knew I loved my child. I was positive I would kill for him. However, I realized at the last moment I would most likely destroy the world to keep him safe.
     
    A small pang of hurt settled in my chest as I realized my mother would have done very little to nothing to ensure my safety. Hell, she'd tried to kill me. How does that happen? I took no classes on being a mom. I'd had a tremendously