She’d rather die horny.The self-satisfied, egotistical bastard. What made itworse, was the knowledge that he was right.
“It gets easier.” She shrugged. At least, it always had before. “How long was I unconscious anyway?”
She frowned, wondering how much longer she had to wait.
She didn’t like the grin that tilted his lips.
“Two days.”
She thought quickly. “It should be over in a few more. I’ll be fine.”
He nodded.“Possibly. But what you’re unaware of, sweetthing, was that I had to supply the blood transfusion you needed.That little anomaly in your blood system jumped by more than a hundred percent, according to the doctor. You’re screwed, honey.” Triumph glittered in his eyes, echoed in his voice. Charity felt her heart jump in her breast. Her eyes widened in shock and fear. “No,” she whispered, the implications of the information slapping her in the face. “No. You’re lying.”
“About what?”He frowned down at her. “I haven’t lied to you about any part of it, Charity.”
“The blood.”She swallowed tightly. “Tell me, Aiden, you didn’t give me blood.”
His white teeth flashed as he smiled slowly. “Yeah, I did. Doc said it was the most amazing thing she ever saw. Your blood cells and those little Breed things I have in my blood were friggin’ like crazy under that microscope. I think mine topped yours, honey. Doc is getting all kinds of ideas on how to help Faith and Hope now.”
Weakness flooded her system. She pressed one hand to her abdomen, above the wound the scientists had made into her womb. She had no doubt in her mind the added component in his blood had dominated her blood cells. It made sense. The small amount contained in his se**n had started the process; the addition of his unique blood was more than likely her downfall now. She shook her head, fighting the tears threatening to flood her eyes.
“I need to talk to the doctor.”
Aiden snorted. “You need to be f**ked, sleep, then more sleep and food first. No wayI’m letting you around that damned quack until you’re stronger. The two of you are too damned much alike. You’ll be strapped in an exam table first thing and the rest will be history. No.”
“I have to see what you’ve done,” she bit out, moving carefully to her feet, facing him, furious at him and the unknown doctor who had dared to transfuse her without tests first. “And why the hell did they give me your blood? Surely you had a supply of regular blood.”
“We did.” He nodded, crossing his arms over his broad chest.“Plenty of it.But none of it compatible to yours. We even had the right type, but tests showed a rejection of it from the anomaly in your blood. Only I matched, baby.Lucky you, huh?”
Sarcasm was thick, heavy in his voice.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” She shook her head, almost dazed by the knowledge. “My body would have accepted my blood type. It may have protested mildly, but it would have accepted.
You don’t know what you’ve done.”
“Oh, but I do,” he informed her softly. “The transfusion merely cemented what we both know is true…”
She shook her head violently, limping away from him as her fingers clenched, fury washing over her.
“The drugs started this…”
“Nope.”His voice was mild, if you discounted the dark savage throb beneath it. “When you went to your knees and swallowed my seed is what started it, Charity. You know it, and I know it. You were my weakness because nature decided that was the way it was. Not the drugs, not the blood.”
She was trembling. Almost absently Charity was amazed at the tremors washing over her body. She stumbled against the fireplace, her breath hitching when he caught her, jerking her against his harder, hotter body.
“Feel it, Charity,” he whispered in her ear. “It was there when I felt your mouth on my cock. It was there when I shot my come down your throat. It was there when you needed blood and I provided. You refused to let me escape, baby, now you can share the life I’ve built instead. Now doesn’t that sound like fun?”
He was furious. Charity heard his anger, dark, deep, pulsing in his voice. He swung her up in his arms, ignoring her protesting cry as he stalked to the bedroom. His muscles were tight, tense and she could feel the need for violence that wrapped around him like an invisible flame. But he was gentle as he laid her on the bed then sat beside her, staring down at her.
“I needed to save you,” she whispered bleakly. “I had to.”
“Because nature commanded,” he bit out.“Whether you like it or not, Charity. Whether I wanted to accept it or not, you are my mate. Your blood proves it, but even more, this does…”
Before she could stop him his hand pushed beneath the loose pants and curved around her sensitive pu**y, then his two long fingers plunged inside her soaked cunt as his palm pressed against the swollen clit.
“Aiden,” she screamed out his name as her vagina convulsed, spilling more of her silky juices around his hard fingers.
“God, you’re hot,” he growled, his expression instantly filling with a hard, savage lust. Her thighs clamped on his hand, her hands wrapping around his broad forearm, though she had little strength, little desire to pull him free. In fact, her body was so helpless, so desperately aroused she could do nothing but arch into the hand, silently begging for a deeper penetration. He gave it to her. Slowly, his fingers stretched her, his gaze locking with hers as the rest of her vision seemed to darken.