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I padded over to him in my stocking feet. His fingers went to my shirt.
I tried to push him away. “What are you doing?”
A dark look. “Undressing you.” In a few efficient moves, he stripped off my shirt and pants, leaving me in my bra and panties.
We both stared at my naked abdomen. I looked like I’d swallowed a rugby ball.
Talon laid a hand on my rounded stomach. “This is mine, Eden.”
I frowned up at him, uncertain of his meaning. “And mine,” I said, just so we were clear on it.
“Mm,” he said, which wasn’t really an answer. His other hand curved around my nape, pulling me closer so that my nearly naked body touched his fully clothed one. Beneath my bra, my nipples hardened and pressed against his T-shirt.
He felt it, of course. His hand skated up to my breast, squeezing it. “That means you’re mine, too.”
A treacherous thrill went over me at hearing him claiming me so explicitly. I tamped it down.
He doesn’t want you.
He didn’t even want the baby, not really. I’d overheard him telling Cain he didn’t want to sire a dhampir, that he only wanted a pureblood spawn.
I tried to pull away, but his fingers tightened on my nape. His eyes dropped to my mouth at the same time mine went to his.
He had such a sexy mouth, with a full, sensual lower lip.
I moistened my lips. He made a sound low in his throat and lowered his head. His clean, woodsy scent enveloped me, a reminder of everything I’d left behind in Nova Scotia.
My family, my friends—and Talon himself.
Yearning knotted my chest, a tight ache that made it difficult to breathe.
His tongue slid over the seam of my lips. I swayed into him, my pregnant belly resting against his rock-hard abs.
“Open for me,” he coaxed, his tongue licking my closed mouth. Sweet, wet temptation.
I swallowed a moan. It would be so easy to part my lips and let him in. To go back to how we were, vampire and thrall. To be Talon’s willing hostage so that I could be with my baby.
But I didn’t want Talon like that.
I wanted Talon to want me for myself, not my baby.
I wanted Talon to love me for myself.
“Don’t.” I turned my head to the side.
He straightened from me and craned his neck, trying to make me meet his eyes. “Eden?”
“I’m really tired.” I kept my gaze angled down and away from him. “I just want to go to bed.”
“Of course.” The warmth in his voice evaporated, leaving me feeling hollowed out and lost.
He pulled back the coverlet and sheet and waited as I climbed into the bed. My cheeks heated. I felt awkward and very pregnant, having him watch me with that intense focus. I dragged the sheet up to my neck, and he tucked the coverlet around me.
Without saying anything, he left the bedroom, returning with a bottle of water, which he put on the nightstand next to me.
“Thanks,” I muttered and struggled back to sitting. This time, he just watched without trying to help.
Uncapping the bottle, I took a drink and put it back on the nightstand.
