Seriously, it was, but no one believed me, and whenever I told one of my boyfriends—yes, plural—that I was starting to look like a mandarin, they all made some lude comment about how sensational they found the fruit.
And then they proved their hunger in ways that had nothing to do with fruit and everything to do with me, which happened to be the upside of pregnancy.
I’d become a live wire craving every touch.
But the pleasure only distracted me for a time, and then I was on the hunt for my next shot of high fructose corn syrup all over again.
This need went beyond addiction. Foods that came wrapped in bright wax paper were embedded into my DNA, but it didn’t matter how much I told Dr. Shaw that I was a girl whose dad dragged her across the country and that I’d grown up on nothing but fast food and sandwiches, my doctor wasn’t listening.
“One bottle won’t hurt,” I whispered. My body jittered at just the thought of eating something on the no-no list.
I actually had two bottles stashed away in the kitchen. Peter was hiding them for me. Though my boyfriends had forbidden him from buying me anymore, Peter was the only one I could trust them with.
As I thought about how good those bottles would be, I was sure I looked like a junky. I was fiending and trying to convince Alan to become my dealer. “Come on, Alan. No one has to know.”
He cracked a smile and chuckled. “It’s for your own good.”
When did my men become so bossy? It was like, suddenly, I was pregnant and they all forgot who the necromancer in the room was.
By the way, if you didn’t know it, I’m the necromancer, and my vampires were all tied to me.
I could feel their emotions, dip in and out of their thoughts. I knew their pleasures, and I knew they wanted to make me happy.
I knew that each and every one of them loved me.
Now, I just needed them to prove it. “One six-pack a month.”
“Lorena...” I could tell he was weakening. If anyone was going to get me the good stuff, it would be Alan.
“You let me sip, and I’ll let you sip.” My blood was another thing the men were forbidden, thanks to Shaw Law. Everyone feared the blood loss would hurt the baby.
But a sip wouldn’t hurt. In fact, a sip would feel really, really good. Having sex without fangs was good, but there was nothing like the feel of my men piercing me in every possible way all at once.
I lay my head back down and purposefully arched my neck in offering. I also tried to make my expression as seductive as possible. If it didn’t work and I ended up looking as awkward as I felt, I’d pretend that I was stretching.
Fortunately, it did work.
I knew it worked when Alan’s eyes darkened and the deft fingers that had been playing on my hip tightened.
Alan had really deft fingers, and when I say daft, I mean those puppies possessed some serious skills.
I’d introduced him to my PlayStation and within weeks, he was kicking my butt, but remembering all the other things he could do to me with those hands spread tingling up my spine and down my shoulder blades.
My hair was pulled away from the throat by someone else’s hand, the strands whispered across my shoulder, away from my back, and onto my other side. I felt Dimitri’s breath fan my neck right before he kissed me over my pulse. My blood sped wildly as I felt him press closer.
His woken manhood was impossible to ignore. He rubbed himself against my side just a few inches lower than were Alan’s hand rested.
His voice was thick with desire. “You almost fell for her trick, didn’t you?” He spoke to Alan between the tender kisses over my throbbing artery. His gentleness was a strong contrast to everything else about him.
Alan blushed as his eyes followed Dimitri’s lips with covetousness that made me wonder what he wanted more, my throat or Dimitri’s mouth. “You’re right. I did almost fall for her trap. I do enjoy planting myself inside her in every possible way. She knows this and is very clever.”
“Hey! She is laying right here.” I tried to put some heat behind my words, but my stupid lungs weren’t working correctly, so the words were kind of breathy. There might have also been a