The Wraith's Mate [Paranormal Protection Unit 9] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Honor James

  “But I like when you go off and I push through your tight folds.” He grinned with a quiet chuckle. “Don’t tell me you don’t like the intensity of that second orgasm so close after the first, because I will know it for the lie it is.” But he didn’t tease her more. He pressed into her slowly, enjoying watching her slick pussy swallowing him whole.

  “You know I love it.” She growled and pushed back against him. Whimpering she shuddered time and again. “Harder,” she begged.

  “Patience,” he teased, settling his hands on her hips to brace her. Moving slowly, he let her find what little balance she had and brace herself. Picking up speed, he put a hand on her spine to stroke up and down the elegant length, and the other he slipped around between her legs. Finding her clit, Davyn pinched the tiny swollen bud, rolling it around with each more powerful thrust of his cock into her slick body.

  Dahlia screamed and pushed back hard against him. “Davyn.” She shuddered against him and pushed back harder once more. “Oh God, you feel so good.” She couldn’t believe just how amazing this felt, how good it felt to have him there and inside of her. “Again, please.”

  Rubbing her clitoris harder and faster, he slid his other hand around her belly. Pushing her feet further apart, he pumped into her faster, his balls slapping against her pussy. Flicking his nail to her clit, he slammed into her and came with a bellow.

  Dahlia came as well. She shuddered with her intense orgasm and shivered as she did so. Whimpering, she dropped her forehead to the bed and shivered time and again. “God, honey, that was great.” She loved having him inside of her. She loved every single part of being with him.

  Resting with his forehead to her spine, he let out a slow breath. Dropping a kiss to her back, he rubbed a hand over her belly slowly before he withdrew and eased her down onto the bed. Grinning at her lazy yawn, he sat next to her, resting his hand over his daughter. “You know it’s any day now right?” he asked his mate.

  “Yeah. I know.” She nestled in to him. “For right now though I think that I need sleep.” She yawned yet again and then she was sound asleep, exhausted and happy.

  Chuckling at that, Davyn leaned over to press a kiss to her belly. “You, too, little darling, have a nap for mommy,” he whispered. Getting up, he dragged a blanket over her naked body, dressed, and left her to nap. He had a few things to do still before their daughter came into the world, including ensuring everything was ready for the birth.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Days later Dahlia was lying in bed. Suddenly she woke, a scream tearing through her as she did so. Pain, intense and unreal, filled her. She screamed again when the pain rolled over her again and screamed once more for Davyn.

  Racing up the stairs, Davyn let the Wraith move him and then solidified right outside the bedroom door. Bursting, he looked at her and felt weak. “It’s time,” he whispered, staring at her. At her nod, he moved closer and winced at her next shriek.

  Pain, such intense pain rolled through her body. “This can’t be natural, can’t be normal,” she said as she stopped them both from moving. Bearing down, she screamed again. “Oh God, honey, this fucking sucks!” she shrieked and began to pant again.

  “I know, baby, I know,” he said, wrapping her in his arms. “All right, love, I’m going to get the IV and the drugs. You need to get undressed if you can. This is going to be fast.”

  “Oh hell’s bells!” she screamed and bent slightly once more as the next pain hit her hard and fast. “We are so not going to make it to the hospital, goddammit all.” She moaned and panted. “Oh God.” She was in labor. Not just a little bit, but she was in full fucking labor!

  “No, love, we’re not. Stay here,” he said and raced off, only realizing how inane that was after he was grabbing all his medical equipment, the IV bags and stands, and then racing back up the stairs. He’d prepared for everything, just in case. He had no idea what to expect with a Wraith birth, never even heard rumors of one. Back in the room he started setting up letting his training kick in when the man just wanted to panic and run around screaming.

  Screaming again and again, she knew that this was going to hurt. One hell of a fucking lot. She was panting as she spoke. “Jesus H. Christ, Davyn, please.” Another scream. “Drugs, give me the fucking drugs!”

  “Language, woman,” he said with a glower at her as he got her stripped down and pulled one of his shirts over her head. Once she was settled back he put the IV in, taped it down, and then gave her the drugs. “Practice your breathing, Dahlia,” he said softly.

  “You try to push a fucking watermelon out of your dick and tell me how easy it is for you to breathe.” She growled back at him. She didn’t care how much she was cussing. Right now she hurt, felt like her spine was on fire and her skin was being flayed from her very body. Another sob tore from her, and she shuddered as she finally felt the drugs hitting her and easing her slightly.

  “That isn’t anatomically probable or possible,” he told her honestly as he got her adjusted on the bed, extra pillows at her back. Next he collected towels and a bowl of warm water. Returning, he took a look and lifted a brow. “You’re already at four centimeters, love. You’ve been in labor for a while now,” he told her in the same calm tone. Only one of them was allowed to panic at any given time, and it was her turn at the moment. Later he’d have his.

  “I didn’t know that! How the hell didn’t I know that I was in labor?” Another contraction had her bearing down. “I fucking thought that I would wake beforehand!” she screamed as she hissed through the pain. “I was told that I would wake beforehand.” She panted.

  “Who the hell told you that, woman?” he asked, gently wiping her face with the damp cloth. “You need to breathe, baby. You’re not ready to give birth yet. I know she’s impatient, but you’re not dilated enough to have that happen. You’ll tear if you push too soon.”

  “I don’t know who told me that, but I’m sure I read it somewhere,” she grumbled. “And I’m trying very, very hard not to push, but God, it’s so hard to fight against. It’s so hard not to want to push,” she admitted to him.

  “I know, Dahlia, I know,” he told her and checked her dilation. She was progressing scary fast. “You’re at nearly six now,” he whispered, rubbing her leg gently. “Trust me, darling, when it’s time to push I will tell you, but for now you need to just breathe through all the urges to push.”

  “Gods, I was pregnant for forever and a day, so how and why in the world would I be dilating so quickly now?” she asked in demand. “Because Gods, it feels as if I’m moving faster than I had ever believed was even close to possible.”

  “Well, at least we’ll know for next time, won’t we?” he asked and grinned at the incoherent snarl she threw his way. “Love you, too, darling.” He blew her a kiss. “Obviously the length of the pregnancy is counteracted by a speedy delivery. Though I have to say there was zero mention of this in any of the hundreds of records I uncovered.” Of course there hadn’t been much mention of the pregnancies either except the timeline.

  She screamed again and then started to pant. “I feel like I need to push.” She moaned and clenched her hands in the sheets under her body. “Please tell me that I can push. I’m begging you. Please tell me that I can push.” Or else she was going to push and to hell with it all.

  “Not yet,” he told her, doing a quick measure. “You have a little more to go. Breathe through it. Focus on something else,” he said. Squeezing her calf, he massaged the muscle gently. “You can only push when I say.” He was watching her dilation carefully now. She was progressing faster now. On her next contraction, he nodded. “Now push!” he ordered, getting into place, gloves on and everything at the ready.

  Dahlia’s screams could be heard outside of the house. She screamed time and time again, pain flaring and feeling as if she were being burnt alive with it. She hurt so very much. From her head to her toes she hurt and felt like knives were cutting her open with each and every single push that she gave.

/>   “Head’s out, shoulders are next,” he warned her as he adjusted his hold on the baby’s head. “Push,” he said sharply and angled the shoulders to make it through the birthing canal. The baby slid free on her next fit of screaming. Easing the little girl down, Davyn quickly cleaned the mouth and nose before clamping the umbilical cord and cutting it. Shifting the baby, he rubbed the little back and gave a slight pat to earn a whimpering cry that rose dramatically into an indignant screech.

  Grinning, he washed the shivering little bundle and then wrapped her up in her blanket. Shifting on the bed, he held her out to her mother. “Your daughter, my love,” he whispered happily. “You did it, darling. We have our little girl now,” he told her as she lay there sucking in air.

  Dahlia lifted a shaky hand to touch their daughter and smiled. “Oh God, honey,” she whispered softly and stroked her finger over her baby’s cheek. “Hello, little Damara, my love.” She had held off telling him their daughter’s name. She had made sure to keep that one thing buried as deeply as she could, and now, well now it was time for him to know.

  “Damara,” he murmured with a smile. “That’s beautiful, babe,” he said. Leaning in, he kissed her gently. “You were amazing,” he told her honestly. Sitting back, he let her have time with their daughter. He worked on cleaning her up.

  She smiled and nodded. Looking down at their daughter, Dahlia knew that life was perfect. Never, ever in her life would she have believed that it could be so perfect. “I love you so much, Davyn. Thank you for our perfect and amazing daughter,” she whispered. “And for the life that you have given us.” She felt the Wraith in him pressing against them, surrounding them as well, and simply smiled. Their family was complete. Their family was—forever.

  “Forever,” he agreed with a smile, pressing a kiss to her knee with a wink. Letting out a breath, he rested his cheek to her raised knee for a moment and thanked the Gods for their kindness. Without them, they wouldn’t be there.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Born in the midseventies, this thirty-something woman has only been writing for the last six years of her life, faithfully that is. Honor has always been scribbling a phrase, a curious word, or the oddest of thoughts down on anything she could find laying about. Now she piles them up before her and, if one catches her fancy, she further explores it to whatever its end might be.

  A lover of books, her reading material spans from Shakespeare to mysteries and all the way to the erotic. Anything and everything she can lay her hands on she’ll read. Though, these days, she leans more toward the paranormal than anything else.

  Poetry was her first love, lasting about three solid years. Don’t ask. She won’t show many of them to anyone. Then short stories became the focus, and finally she began to write for more than just writing what came to mind. She started to write for pleasure and to tell the story that begged to be told.

  Life and family came next. Working full-time as a customer service representative and raising two children got in the way and the writing that she so loved as a teenager seemed to be pushed off to the back burner of everything.

  So several years passed and her children turned into more than the babies that demanded her attention and into young children and then teenagers with different demands, ones that allowed her to once more spread her imagination to the wind and ask for more, want more.

  As with all great things the door to her notebook-written world might have been closed and placed on hold, but where a door closes another one opens, and in this case it was with the advent of buying a computer.

  Honor spends many sleepless nights pounding at the keyboard. She is a consummate professional in her daytime career. However at night, her visions swing to the fantastical, and in those long hours after the children and husband are in bed, she weaves together words and blends up stories that not only bring a whole new meaning to romance, but sizzle the pages with a heat that will have the readers begging for more.

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