Page 104 of Sinful Mates

“Maybe ring Mom and see if she will take him for the night. I’ll convince Imogen to let her. She knows they won’t let anything happen to him.” It could work.

“I will call her today and ask. You can work on Imogen; she doesn’t like him away from us.” Trying to convince her will be the hardest part.

“What if she says no?” I ask, not liking the idea of forcing her. We might just have to, though. I have noticed the longer she stays awake, the stronger the darkness gets through the bond, cocooning her. I didn’t like the way she is becoming comfortably familiar with it, almost like she depends on it, making her feed into it, allowing it to slowly take her over. I don’t know everything about witches, but I have read enough over the years to know with it comes a slight craze, especially when it comes to the dark magic I can feel is enveloping her.

“You know we have to do it, even if I have to hold her down, she will forgive us once she feels better,” Tobias says, his hard exterior slipping back into place. One of the many things I love about him. He knows I struggle with being hard on her, yet he is willing to be the bad guy and force her down, so I don’t have to. Even if I’m the one who will actually be doing the task of knocking her out, he will be the one to hold her down—willing to take the blame for me.

“Just call Mom and tell her to come grab Thaddeus after you finish work.” I nod, getting up and heading for the walk-in. It doesn’t take long before I come out dressed in a suit. Tobias’s eyes follow me as I move about the room getting ready.

“Tobias stop or I will just want to crawl back in bed with you,” I tell him, turning to look at him. He smirks and I can tell he would prefer that than me leaving. I quickly place my shoes on.

“Where is she?” he asks.

“Downstairs at the kitchen window,” I sigh. Thaddeus stirs in the bassinet and Tobias picks him up. I watch him scrunch his face up before I can smell that he has soiled himself.

“Scissors, paper, rock?” Tobias suggests not wanting to change him. I chuckle at him before putting my hand out. Tobias groans when he chooses paper and I scissors.

“I feel like you snoop into my mind every time, surely I can’t be unlucky enough to lose every time.”

“It would help if you stopped choosing paper.” I chuckle throwing a diaper at him before walking downstairs. Imogen is standing at the window, staring off vacantly at the scenery. She jumps when I place my hands on her hips, coming up behind her. I kiss her neck and feel her relax into me. I love how her body reacts to us. I just hope tonight she reacts this way, the idea of forcing her down has me on edge.

“You going in to today?” she asks, her voice soft. I nod, running my hands down her body, before slipping one underneath the thin fabric of her top, my hands caressing over her stomach before moving to her breasts. Feeling her nipples harden and a moan escape her lips, makes my dick twitch in my pants. I could get lost in the feel of her body under my hands, loving every inch of her. Loving the sounds that spill from her lips.

Tobias steps into the room, Thaddeus cooing and eating his little hands, making her attention go to him. She turns in my arms looking over my shoulder at Tobias who I know is watching us.

“You want to feed him?” he asks, and I feel her nod and excitement floods through the bond, before it dies slowly as fear sets in. She hasn’t fed and newborn vampires require a lot more blood. I can go days sometimes a week but Imogen needs to feed daily, sometimes twice, depending on her mood. Anger and fear, even arousal, make it hard to control the bloodlust.

Tobias moves awkwardly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. It makes him nervous when he feels her hesitation and none of us like handing him over to her. We know it only takes one slip up and she could hurt him, but she is his mother, and we can’t keep her from him. We aren't that cruel. Turning my head, I kiss her temple before removing my shirt. It is unheard of for vampires to feed off each other; I have never craved my own kind’s blood, yet she does, and I am pretty sure it is because it feeds into her magic , strengthening her like a never-ending power source. Undoing the buttons, she watches me, and her eyes glow brighter as uncontrollable hunger takes her over.

She seems to have more control feeding off Tobias, but me, she knows she doesn’t have to be so gentle, and I can endure more blood loss than him. Although it makes me want to feed. I know I can wait till I get to work and retrieve a blood bag. As soon as my shirt is off, her hands run over my chest before she leans in inhaling my scent, her nose running across my collarbone, making me shiver. Gripping her hips, I lift her, placing her on the edge of the sink so she can reach my neck better. She wraps her legs around my waist pulling me closer, her hand going to my face and I feel her fangs sink into me.

She moans loudly as my blood rushes into her mouth. I feel her tongue lapping at my skin, making me want her mouth somewhere else, as I feel my pants become a little too tight pressing myself into her. Bloodlust and arousal tend to go hand in hand with us. She bites down again as hunger takes over her, so insatiable and addictive. When I know she is struggling to pull away, I slip my hand into the waistband of her tights, my fingers slipping between her folds that are wet with her arousal. She moans, her head going back liking the feel of my fingers inside her and I kiss her. Her fangs scratching my lip. I then pull away from her. She feels annoyed yet doesn’t try to stop me.

“When I get home,” I tell her, kissing the side of her face. She huffs, annoyed at being riled up only for me to stop, a pout slipping onto her face.

Chuckling, I see Tobias step closer, kissing my cheek as he passes Thaddeus to Imogen. Her face lights up at being able to hold him as she takes the bottle from Tobias’s hand.

Buttoning up my shirt and walking out to the car, Tobias follows me.

“I will call her when I get to work, convince her you and I really don’t want to force her,” I tell him climbing in the car and starting it, the engines roars to life and I drive down the driveway heading to work.

Chapter Thirty-Five

While I feed Thaddeus, Tobias walks Theo to the car, I can feel through the bond that Theo and Tobias are discussing something serious, just slightly too far away for me to hear them as they talk in hushed voices. When Tobias walks in, I open my mind letting me slip into his. Nothing, I know he is deliberately making sure he locks his thoughts up tight where I can’t reach them.

“What are you hiding?” I ask when I can’t read him.

“Nothing you need to worry about, stay out of my head, Imogen, you don’t like when Theo does it to you.”

“It doesn’t usually bother you,” I tell him. He looks at me, before grabbing a frying pan out, placing it on the bench. He starts cooking but doesn’t say anything else. I can feel they are up to something, and it angers me they are trying to hide it from me.

“Calm yourself, Imogen, remember who is in your arms,” he says, eyeing me. I glance down and readjust him, letting myself focus on feeding him. I play with his hands, letting him calm me. When he finishes his bottle, I place him over my shoulder and rub his back. Every day, I notice slight differences in him, slowly getting bigger and more alert to his surroundings. I feel like I am going to blink and wake up one day, and he will be grown. I don’t want him to grow up. Tobias makes breakfast, placing a plate in front of me.

“Please tell me I didn’t just make that, for you not to be hungry now,” Tobias says while he eats his own. I pick up a piece of bacon and bite into it. I have a different relationship with food now; I can still taste it, but it doesn’t have the same appeal anymore. I force myself to eat, knowing Tobias made it and I can feel him through the bond worried because I don’t eat as much anymore.

By the time I’m done, Thaddeus is asleep again. I sigh. We really need to find a way for him to stay awake during the day so he sleeps at night. Tobias cleans up the dishes before taking him from me. I go to take him back.

“Go shower, your hair is a mess, and you didn’t have one last night.”