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Eight months later

Dressed only in a pair of jogging pants, which he’d slipped into after showering upon returning home just before sunrise, John stood in the kitchen of his house and opened the pantry. Then he looked over his shoulder and stared at Buffy. She was dressed, her hair neatly combed, and ready for school.

“Are you sure you want peanut butter and banana? That can’t taste good.”

Buffy let out a long-suffering sigh, like a teenager annoyed at her parent. She even rolled her eyes as if she’d practiced it a thousand times. “I don’t criticize your taste in blood. Believe me: peanut butter and banana is awesome. Way better than jelly.”

He smirked. “I’m gonna have to take your word for it, my little slayer.”

A smile flashed across Buffy’s face, just like it always did, when he called her by her nickname. Since the night he’d saved her and her mother, Buffy knew all about vampires, and the nickname was a joke between them. She’d accepted him without question and trusted him one hundred percent.

He grabbed a banana and turned back to the counter to prepare Buffy’s sandwich.

“John, can I ask you something?” she asked.

“Sure, fire away.”

“Ahm…”

When she hesitated, he turned to look at her. “Something wrong? Is somebody giving you trouble at school?”

“No, no, school is fine. You don’t have to beat anybody up for me.”

He shook his head and laughed. “Good, ‘cause I’m not going to beat up a bully; I’d rather teach you how to take care of him yourself.” When she didn’t say anything, he asked, “So what did you want to ask?”

She shrugged. “I forgot.”

But her expression said otherwise. And Buffy wasn’t a shy kid. When she wanted to know something, she asked a question, no matter how direct or embarrassing it might be.

He was ready to sit her down and ask what was wrong, when he heard the bedroom door open and close. The sound of bare feet on the wooden floor reached his ears and made his heart leap.

“Mommy’s awake,” he said and winked at Buffy.

He wrapped the sandwich and turned to the door. Savannah, dressed in a long white silky bathrobe entered the kitchen. He let his eyes roam over her, and his cock jerked at the lovely sight. She was getting more beautiful every day, her belly ripe with his child, her skin healthy and glowing.

“Morning, Mommy,” Buffy said cheerfully.

“Morning, baby,” she replied and embraced Buffy, stroking her hand over her head and squeezing her, while her eyes locked with John’s. “Morning, my love.”

“Morning, darlin’,” he murmured.

You look sexy as hell, he added with his mind, sending those words to her via their telepathic bond, so Buffy wouldn’t have to witness how totally smitten he was with her mother. Not that they could hide their love for each other, or wanted to, but kids could be funny when it came to their parents displaying too much physical affection for each other.

And you’re blind. I’m not sexy, I’m fat.

Smiling, Savannah looked at her daughter. “Ready for school, Buffy?”

She nodded. Then she went on tip-toes to whisper to her mother, even though she should know by now that his vampiric hearing would pick up the words nevertheless. “Mommy, I wanted to ask him, but…”

“…you’re afraid he’ll say no?” Savannah finished the sentence.

Buffy nodded.

“But you want it. Just ask him. I know he wants it too.”

“Are you sure?”

Savannah nodded and chuckled. Finally, Buffy turned around and looked up at him. “John?”

“Yes, my little slayer?”

She took a step closer and clasped her hands in front of her stomach. “You know, now that I’m gonna have a little brother soon, and you’re gonna be his daddy… I was wondering, you know, wouldn’t it be weird if I still call you John when my brother gets to call you Daddy?”

John felt a smile split his face. He knew what she was getting at, and he couldn’t be happier about it. “Yes, Buffy?”

She took a deep breath. “Do you think it would be okay if I called you Daddy, too?”

He opened his arms. “I’ve been hoping for a long time that you’d want that.” Buffy ran into his arms and he lifted her up and squeezed her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Daddy!”

Past Buffy’s shoulder he looked at Savannah, who looked at them with tears in her eyes. “You’ll always be my firstborn, my little slayer.” He kissed her on the cheek.

The doorbell rang at that moment.

“That’ll be Ryder. Time for school,” John said and dropped Buffy back on her feet.

“I’ll get the door,” Savannah offered. The moment she left the kitchen, Buffy winked at him. “You know that my teachers are all crazy about him?”

“About Ryder?”

Buffy chuckled. “Yes, Miss Peabody always stares at him like she wants to undress him when he drops me off at school.”

John raised an eyebrow. At eleven, Buffy shouldn’t really be aware of those things yet. Or was he old-fashioned? “How do you know what that look is like?”

Buffy shrugged casually. “It’s the same way Mommy looks at you.”

He was saved from responding by Ryder breezing into the kitchen. “Morning, John. Hey, kiddo, you ready?”

“Morning, Ryder,” John greeted him, while Buffy snatched her bag from the chair.

“I’m ready.”

John grabbed the sandwich from the counter and handed it to Buffy. “Don’t forget that.”

“Thanks, Daddy!” she replied and slipped the sandwich into her bag.

Ryder shot him a surprised look and mouthed: Daddy?

John smiled proudly.

“Well, let’s go then, or we’ll be late,” Ryder said and took Buffy by the hand.

After more goodbyes, it was suddenly silent in the house again. Savannah leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen and smiled at him.

John walked to her. “I have it on good authority that you look at me as if you want to undress me.”

She chuckled, her gaze sweeping over his bare chest and down to his jogging pants. “If that’s true, then I don’t think I’d have a lot to do.”

“Good, ‘cause I don’t really want you to exert yourself in your condition.” He slid a hand over her belly and caressed her. “Mmm, I love the feel of this.” He reached for the belt and loosened it, until her robe fell open in the front, revealing her nakedness. But then, he already knew that she wore nothing underneath. In the eight months they’d lived together, she’d never worn anything beneath that robe.

He reached inside her robe with both hands, sliding his hands over her pregnant belly, then to her hips, and finally to her ass. Savannah tipped her head up in invitation. He captured her lips and kissed her, while he palmed her ass and pressed his chest against her heavy breasts. He loved the feel of her like this, lush, ripe, all woman. Making love to her had become better with every day, more intimate, more sensual. And even now, with Savannah seven months pregnant with his son, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. To his delight, she’d yet to refuse him.

When he took his lips off hers, he leaned his forehead to hers. “How you feeling this morning?”

She slid her hands over his naked chest, making him shiver with pleasure. “I missed you last night,” she said, instead of answering his question. Or maybe it was an answer. Or an invitation.

“You did?” he murmured and kissed a path down her tempting neck. Hunger suddenly surged. He needed to feed, and ever since they’d blood-bonded, she’d become his sole source of nourishment. “I missed you too.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Famished.”

She brought her hands to her breasts and cupped them. “They feel so heavy lately.”

The hint was clear. He put his hands over hers, squeezing the heavy fruit. “They’re gorgeous.” He dipped his head, slid her hand aside and pulled one nipple into his mouth. He licked over it gently, and felt her shudder in response. Then he let the nipple plop from his mouth and looked up at Savannah watching him. “You want me to bite your tits today?”

“Yes.”

“Does that turn you on?”

Even after all this time, she still dropped her lids as if embarrassed about her desires.

“Well, it’s easy to find out, isn’t it?” he asked and dropped one hand between her legs. He found her pussy warm and wet. Unable to resist, he bathed his fingers in her heat. “Oh, darlin’, I love the way you welcome me home in the mornings.” He drove his finger into her channel and noticed her eyelids flutter and a moan tumble over her lips. “So ready for me.” Just as he was ready for her. His cock was as hard as granite.

He pulled her away from the doorframe and pressed her against the wall next to it. Savannah leaned her head back, thrusting her breasts out. As much as he needed to be inside her, he needed that bite first. He dipped his head to her gorgeous tits and licked first over one then over the other nipple. “Delicious,” he murmured.

“Are you trying to torture me?”

He grinned. “My wife seems a little impatient this morning.” He dropped his hand to her pussy again and began to caress her.

“Hmm,” she moaned.

He found her clit engorged and eager for his touch. “I want you to come when I drink from you. Can you do that for me?”

“John,” she said on a strangled breath, “hurry, I’m almost there.”

“Good!” He wrapped his lips around her nipple and extended his fangs. Then he drove the sharp tips into her flesh. A shudder charged through her, and rich blood filled his mouth. He swallowed it and felt a bolt of energy shoot through him. God, this feeling alone could make him come. But he held himself in check. This wasn’t just about his nourishment or pleasure. This was just as much about hers. So while he drank her blood, he stroked her clit tenderly, his movements becoming increasingly faster and more intense. He could read her reaction so easily now, knew when she was close, and knew what she needed.

He sent her over the edge with his next stroke and felt her pant out her release. Reluctantly, he pulled his fangs from her breast and licked over the tiny incisions, closing them instantly. He’d taken enough from her for today; now he wanted something else.

He turned her to face the wall to get her in a position that they were taking more frequently ever since Savannah’s stomach had grown so big that taking her in missionary had become uncomfortable for her. Luckily, his wicked wife enjoyed being taken from behind, in a position that allowed her little movement and put him in charge. And her at his mercy.

He gripped her shoulders and slipped the silk robe from her body, revealing her smooth back and sexy-as-hell ass. Savannah braced her hands against the wall and took a step back so she could bend over.

“I love the way you offer yourself to me,” he murmured and stripped himself of his jogging pants.

“Then you should take what’s offered.” Her voice was pure seduction. In the time they’d been together, the sexy woman he’d taken without finesse at their first encounter had turned into a seductress who knew all his weaknesses and exploited them with shocking regularity. She knew how much he loved it when she talked dirty to him and submitted to his insatiable desires for sex and blood. And that she let him fuck her wherever it pleased him: against a wall, in the kitchen, the bathroom, the garage, even outside in the garden at night when nobody could see them. No place was safe.

“I’m looking forward to our new house being finished so we can christen all the rooms,” he said behind her as he gripped her hips. He adjusted his cock and drove into her drenched pussy.

Savannah’s moan was confirmation that she welcomed his invading cock. Her sheath was still quivering from her orgasm, and he knew it wouldn’t take much to make her come again.

“John,” she said on a breath, “I need you to fuck me hard today. I’ve been aching for you all night.”

He withdrew and plunged into her again. “What a horny wife I have. So hot, so fucking sexy,” he murmured, as he slid back and forth inside her, loving the feel of her clenching muscles squeezing his cock. Gripping her hips even tighter, he increased his tempo and gave her what she needed, what they both needed.

“Yes, John, yes, that’s good,” she cried out.

He lifted his hands from her hips and reached forward, cupping her heavy breasts, while his hips kept moving, his cock thrusting hard and deep. “I love your tits, darlin’. When I’m done here, when I’ve shot my seed into you, I’m going to suck on your tits once more, drink more of your blood. You want that?”

She moaned in agreement.

“Good. ‘Cause you make me hungry.”

“I’m hungry, too, John. I need your blood today. I need you.”

She didn’t need to ask him twice. He brought one wrist to his lips, extended his fangs and pricked his skin, so blood dropped from the small incisions. Then he extended his arm and offered her his wrist. “Drink from me, darlin’, so you’ll be strong.”

And so his son would grow strong in her belly.

When she drank from his wrist, a jolt went through his body, and his cock took on a mind of its own. He started pounding into her, taking her hard, plunging deep and fast. Whenever she drank from him, it was like that, because the blood made her strong and as insatiable as him.

Her muscles suddenly spasmed around him, pulling him over the edge with her. He came in long, hot spurts, filling her channel, while their bodies quaked and shook from the power of their orgasms.

“Oh, John,” she murmured, letting out a deep breath. “So good.”

He brushed her hair away from her neck and pressed a kiss to it. “Give me a minute or two, and we’ll make it even better.”

How come you always know what I want? she asked via their telepathic bond.

Because it’s what I want, too.

~ ~ ~

John's Yearning (Scanguards Vampires Book 12) by Tina Folsom (39)

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