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Shaun waited impatiently for Armand and Foster to come to join her in the huge king-size bed that dominated the master bedroom. Anticipation made it difficult to get comfortable, and sleep was impossible, since she was on-edge, waiting for the slightest hint that they were outside the door. Despite being antsy, she did lie down for a while to encourage her daughter to stop kicking her in the side. In just a matter of a few weeks, she had progressed to almost full-term. The men thought the baby would come in a matter of days. She didn’t have much knowledge of vampire births, but she could sense the baby’s imminent arrival as well. Not tonight, but certainly, she would be with them soon.
They were talking softly as they entered the bedroom,
and Shaun smiled when Armand broke off abruptly, stumbling to a stop.
Foster crashed into him, too distracted by her, she hoped, to be paying
attention to his steps. Their wide eyes and hungry expressions bolstered
her confidence, and she reached out her hands to gesture for them to
come to her. As if she had activated a switch, they walked forward and
stopped in front of her. “Happy Halloween,” she purred, arching her back
to better display her breasts in the red nightie she had found in the
lingerie drawer, price tag still attached. It was stretchy lace
material, so she had been able to squeeze into it. Foster shook his head, as if trying to clear it.
“You’re tired.” “Not that tired.” The strap of the nightie slid down
her arm, and she rolled her shoulder to make it fall lower still. “It’s
a night for tricks and treats. I hope you’ll forgive my little trick so
we can get to the treats.” Armand chuckled. “You will have to earn forgiveness,
Shaun.” She slid closer to him, pressing her body against
his, while wiggling her bottom against Foster’s side. “How can I do
that?” He lowered his head to kiss her, his lips firm and
possessive. Shaun parted her mouth to allow his tongue inside, stroking
it with hers. She met each thrust of his tongue and countered it. Armand
seemed to want to devour her, but she shared his urgency. Apparently, Foster did too, because he moved fully
behind her to cup her breasts. Shaun moaned when he thumbed her hardened
nipples. Pregnancy had made her breasts exquisitely sensitive, and she
thought she could probably orgasm just from him continuing to stroke
her. Armand broke the kiss to move his mouth lower,
nibbling his way along her jaw line to her ear. Shaun sucked in a ragged
breath when he licked her earlobe before drawing it into his mouth to
suck. At that moment, Foster lightly pinched her nipples, and her body
shook with the pleasure they were creating. “I have missed this so
much.” “So have we, chérie.” Foster’s breath wafted
across the back of her neck as he lowered his mouth to whisper into the
ear Armand was neglecting. “We had plans for tonight.” “I know.” She groaned when he sucked on her earlobe
in a complementary rhythm to Armand’s. How could her ears be so
sensitive? Then again, after such a long time without making love, every
part of her was starved for release and bound to be even more
responsive. “I was mean, wasn’t I?”
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