Chapter 70

While Mihnea slept beside her on the bed, oblivious to the world while the sun was up, Lynda slowly climbed out of bed, then shuffled to the hospital shower in her room. She wanted to remove all the grime and blood off her from the night before. The mirror over the sink told her she was worse off than she thought. Purple circles lined her eyes and a dark bruise was between her breasts and another wrapped around her side where she’d hit the altar.

Cleaned and dressed again in the dreaded hospital gown, Lynda allowed the nurses to poke and prod her. They even sent in a witch on staff to work on her injuries more.

A knock sounded on the door.

“Come in.” Lynda hiked up the blanket over her and Mihnea.

“Hi, you up for visitors?” Natasha poked her head inside the doorway.

“Yes, anytime, come in.” She sat up in bed relieved that it wasn’t a nurse.

The half-vamp pushed the door wider and entered, taking the visitor’s chair next to Lynda. “I brought your laptop…Dracula told me where the safe house was that you were staying at before he passed out this morning. And I’ve set up your servers so everything should be working.”

Huh, Dracula trusted a Russian vamp with that info, even if Natasha is half. Lynda reached over and clasped Natasha’s hand. “Thank you for fixing everything and bringing my laptop.

“But—”

“It’s okay. I know with the blood oath, you didn’t have any choice but to do what Boris wanted without a blood debt paid or death.”

“No, I could’ve refused.” She swallowed hard. “But I was scared of what he would do to my son and I-I couldn’t—”

“Stop. Anyone in your situation would’ve done the same. Everything worked out though.”

Natasha cocked her eyebrow. “You’re in the hospital, Lynda.”

“And I’m luckier than some today.” She snapped her fingers. “Hey, if I send you a list, could you see about contacting the women that share the ancestry with me and Ekaterina? Ask them if they want to meet or call me and I can tell them what they need to know?”

“Sure.” Natasha smiled. “I’ve gotta go. Let me know when you’re out of here and we’ll catch up. My son has been begging to see the fair in town since we’ve never been before. And now that we don’t have to cater to Boris, I can finally do whatever I want.” She leaned over and hugged Lynda. “Thank you so much for freeing us. None of my clan will ever forget.”

“Any time.” Lynda hugged her back. “Now go buy that boy some cotton candy.”

Natasha nodded and left.

For hours, Lynda worked on her data, compiling her closest female relatives who might be able to have a half-vampire child. Later she and Natasha would contact them just so they were aware of their heritage.

Lynda rubbed her eyes, unable to keep them open for longer than a minute. She drifted off into sleep.

* * *

A feather-light touch across her shoulder stirred Lynda from sleep.

“Hmmm?” she mumbled.

“Sorry,” Mihnea whispered. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

She yawned. “I’m glad you did.” The hospital room was pitch black despite the metal blinds had been opened. What time was it?

“I’ve just been waiting for an hour for you to wake.” He stood at the edge of the bed.

Her heart hammered in her chest at his husky voice that sounded like sinful chocolate. When she moved to sit up, he gently pushed her back down. With a sigh of anticipation, she fell backward onto the pillows. His hands stroked her legs. He kissed her calf, then her kneecap, then the other leg.

Gradually, he moved to stroke and kiss her thigh. Then his hand grasped the back of hers and he brought it to his lips, kissing her there.

“I didn’t want our first time to be in a hospital bed, but I can’t wait to make love to you.”

She panted in desire. Already, heat coiled in her belly and her sex slicked. “I want you too.”

In answer, he kissed her wrist, then the inside of her elbow making her giggle. When he breathed over her nipple, she sucked in a breath.

“W-What if someone comes in?” she gasped as his fingers massaged over her breasts, teasing the nipple.

“Andrei and Pierre are posted as guards.” He gave her a crooked grin that promised delight. “Maybe later, I’ll let one in with us.” Bending down, he slipped his mouth around her nipple, sucking softly at first and twirling his tongue around the aching peak. Then his kiss grew harder as his hand stroked the other breast.

She arched against the mattress, unable to think. Casually, he moved onto the other breast, this time grazing it with his teeth before she wrapped her arms around him, bringing him closer to her. He was naked. His hard body rubbed up and down her body. Tingles of need and pleasure surged through her.

“Gods, Lynda, I can smell your desire and it’s driving me wild. I want to be gentle…for our first time…and since you’re recovering.”

“Stop talking and make love to me.” She grasped his head and brought him down for a scorching kiss. Their tongues danced and sucked and kissed until she burned for him to fill the empty ache deep inside her.

Breaking their kiss, he traced the lines of her ribs, pecking and nibbling her flesh. His kiss was so light she barely felt it as he kissed her bruise along her side. His hands whisked across her flesh like a lover’s whisper. Every so often, his fingertips would graze across her skin. She trembled beneath his touch in anticipation.

“Please,” she breathed out.

He peeked up at her with a cocked eyebrow. “You don’t like what I’m doing?”

Hell yeah, she loved it. But he was going to have her screaming like a banshee when she finally orgasmed and doubted Andrei and Pierre would be able to keep out the hospital staff coming to see if Mihnea was killing her. Which in a way he was, with lovemaking. “I want more.”

“Greedy much?” He chuckled.

But his erection, steel covered in velvet pressed up against her thigh. He wanted her as much as she did him.

He lowered down to her throbbing sex. His tongue probed her drenched, hot folds. A moan escaped her quivering lips. One of his hands groped her breasts. She arched against him as his mouth moved to her clit and he sucked and licked until she writhed on the bed. Every inch of her craving him, his touch, his kiss, him.

Her body grew taunt as her orgasm bloomed. The heady scent of musk was thick in the air. Every cell was hot and vibrated for release. She quivered with want. For a moment, he pulled away from her and the cool air rushed between them, making her shiver. The bed creaked under his weight.

“Guess I’m the greedy one.” His voice was low and husky as he rubbed the tip of his cock across her slick folds. “I can’t wait for you to come. Fuck, I wanted to make you orgasm multiple times before I slipped inside you, but I can’t hold back any longer.”

She pushed up on her elbow and cupped his face. “Then don’t. I love you, Mihnea and I’ve wanted you from the first time you kissed me. Don’t make me beg.”

“Never.” He pushed inside her and she flopped back on the bed as pleasure cascaded around her.

The orgasm that had teased her before came roaring back to life. She clawed at his back, trying to get him closer, deeper into her. Her sex stretched to accommodate his girth and length. Her climax built making every muscle in her body tense. When Mihnea leaned over and kissed her like he was a starving man and she was his nectar, her release exploded through her.

“Not ready for our first time to be over yet so soon,” he whispered against her mouth. He thrust deep inside her, hitting a spot that made her roll her hips higher, letting him drive his penis all the way inside.

Her second orgasm rocking through her, she screamed, “Mihnea!”

He rumbled low in his chest. A wild, primal sound, increasing his pace until he slammed against her again and again as her climax shuddered and bloomed. The sensations of him deep inside her rocketed through her. His cock was rock-hard and filling her. She gasped as she came again, his own release soared out with his shout.

Boneless and fulfilled, she nestled in his arms. They clung to each other, the scent of their sex heavy in the air.

“Ready to go again?” He kissed her nose.