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glee.
    Devlin came to the top of the stairs. He wore
a gray robe, dark as steel, gleaming in the dim light. “Thank you,
Lash,” Devlin said roughly. “Now leave us.”
    Lash grinned at me. “Have a nice time, Doll.”
With a flick of his tongue, he turned and made his exit, heading
back through the door to my left.
    “That’s the door I came in with him,” I said
in surprise. “Right?”
    Devlin came down the stairs and scooped me up
in his arms. “Miss me?” he asked. Then, before I could answer, he
kissed me hungrily, his tongue sliding into my mouth, his stubble
scratching my face. He carried me upstairs into the nearest room,
and shut the door behind us.
    He set me down in front of him. “Tell me, do
you like it?”
    This must be his bedroom. It looked like a
high-end bachelor pad. Near the fieldstone fireplace, there was an
overstuffed love seat made of gold silk with carved wood arms. The
only other piece of furniture, a heavily carved king-sized oak bed,
dominated the room. The bed linens and numerous pillows, all of
silver gray luxury cotton, shone softly in the gloom. If there were
any pictures on the walls, or bookcases, it was too dim to tell. A
faint crackling came from the fireplace.
    “You like it?” Dev said, his arms sliding
around me to pull me tight against him.
    It was a bit hot in here, but very pleasing.
“Very much,” I said, and gave him a kiss.
    He groaned and pressed himself into me,
grinding hard. “Come. Now.” He crossed the room, pulling me with
him, tossing his robe aside. “I need you.”
    The moment we reached his bed, he was tugging
off my clothes, almost frantic. When I tried to help him, he
knocked my hands away in frustration. Scared of his desperateness,
I lay still, sweating, and let him strip me.
    As he spread my legs, tilting my hips up to
receive him as he got into position, it suddenly registered that
his skin was warm.
    “No!” I yelled, scrambling out from under
him. I shrank back against the headboard, drawing my knees to my
chest.
    “Get over here,” Devlin snarled, reaching for
me, his words rough with lust and anxiousness. “I’ve wanted you for
days and I’m through waiting.”
    “No. You’re warm,” I said fearfully. “You’ve
only been on the potion a week at most. That’s not anywhere long
enough, Dev. I’ll miscarry for sure. I can’t go through that again.
I won’t!”
    “Ah,” he said, pausing in his reach for me.
“My apologies, Love. In my desire, I forgot to give you this.” He
leaned over, turned on a bedside lamp, and handed me a piece of
paper from his nightstand.
    I read it quickly, blinking in the sudden
light. “This is in Dr. Camlyn’s writing. It says he verified you’re
fertile. But that can’t be possible.”
    “Yes, it can,” Devlin assured me. “Titus made
me a potion with his blood, Sar. It’s a variation on the spell
Terian used for you and Danial with one huge benefit: it works much
faster. Something about the full demon blood being a lot more
potent. In only hours, I am ready to give you our child.”
    “Is this what you were doing in Mexico?”
    “Yes,” he murmured, his eyes shining from the
firelight. “Titus needed a few ingredients that were rare, and I
needed to call in a few favors to get them on such short notice.”
He stroked the top of my foot. “Stephen tested me today at dusk.
After he confirmed the results twice, I had him write out that
paper, so you would know that you wouldn’t be at risk.”
    Hearing that, I was much more afraid than I
had been. I curled myself tighter in a ball, looked at him as if he
were the Devil, and didn’t answer.
    “Shh, Sar,” Devlin said, slowly working
closer, then drawing me to him. He was shaking slightly. “Danial
said you would be nervous when I told you that I was ready. Don’t
be afraid. My decision to take this potion was not only to lessen
risk to you, but also to waste less time.” He kissed me softly. “I
won’t hurt you,” he said